Nowadays, some people are cruel, and some are even more cruel.

Lula instructed the minions to create all kinds of tragic and murder, leaving the entire city of Merida under his control. Everyone, including the colonists of "Incree", called the "executioner" behind their backs.

And now, a more ruthless person is here.

It feels great to abuse people with swords and guns, right? I will use the cannon to kill you!

The W90 self-propelled howitzer is not useful in the real world, and it shows its hideous appearance as soon as it appears in the wasteland. This is a first-level weapon and equipment for large-scale operations. It is a magic weapon for winning on the battlefield. It is no longer a dream to destroy dozens of miles in one shot.

Seeing Lula as a demon-like tortured to death, everyone in Merida felt very happy, but was deeply frightened with joy. The Governor was about to step on the demon's corpse, which meant that if he was cruel, he would be even more cruel than Lula!

"I understand the doubts in your hearts, but I don't think you need to be too scared. I have no intention of seizing the power in your hands. I just want to cooperate with you." Zhou Qingfeng shook a cup of "Supreme" whiskey in his hand, and looked at the various bureaucrats sitting with him with a smile.

After Zhou Qingfeng issued an invitation to talk, who dared not to give a favor to the whole city of Merida? Before it was dark, all leaders in charge of the management of the entire Yucatan area rushed to the Governor's Office.

Because there was a heavy artillery shell on the main building of the Governor's Office, Zhou Qingfeng simply asked someone to sort out the craters and set up dozens of tables and chairs as the meeting scene. The guests smelled the smoke of gunpowder and looked at the craters, and naturally felt that their momentum was suppressed. After taking a seat, they were all very obedient.

"Mr. Paramount." Zhou Qingfeng suddenly called a name, and a fat man with a round face stood up in surprise in the crowd.

It is really rare that Mr. Paramount can still be so fat in the wasteland world. He must have made a lot of money in private. However, when he heard that he was named, he felt a chill of his neck, and he couldn't help but get up and bent down, and asked humbly: "Dear Governor, do you have any instructions?"

"Mr. Paramount, you are the planning director of the production department of Merida. Can you help me with a small help to stop the workers in this city producing certain things, such as those crude light boilers?" Zhou Qingfeng said this with a blank expression.

Zhou Qingfeng is deeply resentful about the light boiler in Merida. This thing has no technical content and can be made by using some iron sheets, but it seriously affects the sales of similar products in Havana and also affects employment.

Mr. Paramount immediately jumped and said in embarrassment: "Governor General, the light boiler is something that the North American headquarters calls for production. If we fail to complete a certain output, we will be punished and even affect the supplies sent to us by the headquarters."

"The supplies sent by the headquarters?" Zhou Qingfeng sneered, "The supplies sent by the headquarters are not enough for us. We have to think of some solutions ourselves. As for your concerns, I can solve them. Isn't it just 5,000 light boilers a month? I'll get you a better source of goods."

When everyone heard the 'better source of goods', they knew that this would be a smuggled goods from Cuba. But Mr. Paramount was still worried: "But what should we use to buy it?"

"Produce other things for trade, such as mining oil, we feel that our oil production needs to be increased. We can also find ways to get coal from northern Mexico.

There is also the offshore fishing industry that cannot be given up, which can bring us great benefits. Even the dead grass in the wilderness can be collected and made into the most basic fuel. There are many things to do."

Zhou Qingfeng said it lightly, but this is equivalent to completely changing the administrative and production system of Merida. Lula had finally concentrated the population of the entire Yucatan area, but the Governor's intention was to disperse these populations again. No one dared to let go of this change easily.

Among the guests here, Lieutenant Colonel Harding has the highest status and has real power. If he had contempt for "Governor Alfonso" before, those who are now vaguely afraid or even fear.

Now that Zhou Qingfeng wants to reconstruct the ruling system of the entire Yucatan region, Lieutenant Colonel Harding has to stand up and express his opposition to some concerns, "Governor General, have you been recognized by your superiors in doing so?"

Zhou Qingfeng laughed a few times, and he picked up the whiskey at hand and asked, "Lieutenant Colonel Harding, I know you have a preference for whiskey. If I give you a bottle of whiskey every month, can you forget the question just now?"

"You are kidding." Lieutenant Colonel Harding was a little angry. He was a senior in charge of the party. What does it mean to have a bottle of whiskey a month... It's not that cheap to buy me, right?

“What about ten bottles per month?”

Lieutenant Colonel Harding still sneered.

"One hundred bottles?"

The lieutenant colonel wanted to leave.

"A thousand bottles?"

Uh..., it seems that you can consider it.

"Ten thousand bottles?"

"Hmm..." Lieutenant Colonel Hading coughed lightly, and he tried hard to organize his words in his mind, thinking about how to say it so that everyone can live up to their face.

"Do you want more?" Zhou Qingfeng sneered this time, "In fact, it's not impossible to want more, but it must have enough exchange value."

"I think what I just said is a bit inadequate. The Governor must have already made plans. These things are not within our discussion." Lieutenant Colonel Harding sat back and said, as he just said it was ate himself.

There is not a fool here, and everyone is thinking about the current value of ten thousand bottles of whiskey. Wine is too important in the end of the world. Its purpose is not just to drink it in the stomach. The wine that can produce medical alcohol can be produced, which is a more in short supply at present.

Ten thousand bottles of high-value liquor can get a lot of money when sold. If it is used for bribery, you can easily get a very good official position. If it is used for buying slaves, a bottle of wine can get a healthy adult slave, or two or three younger female slaves.

In this damn era, there are too many things that can be exchanged for ten thousand bottles of whiskey. For Zhou Qingfeng, ten thousand bottles of whiskey are only about ten tons, which is very cheap.

"What I can provide is far beyond your imagination. For example, instant noodles are very popular. What about ham sausage? Instant noodles without ham sausage are not perfect. I can sell a lot of supplies to you at a reasonable price, as long as you can give me some convenience."

Zhou Qingfeng's words were like the words of a devil, full of sensational abilities. Everyone present had their hearts beating faster, their breathing was rapid, their eyes looked at each other, and their minds were shaking. They were all thinking in their minds how much benefits they could get from this business? As for the impact behind this, no one cared about it at all.
Chapter completed!