Rotting Land: Survive-Chapter 343 - 342: First Transport Contact (9)

"Is this the supplies you guys brought?"

Zhao Huilong, who had also picked up on the problem, perked up with interest. Without needing any cue from Dazhuang, he put his hands on his waist like a street harridan and started cursing angrily:

"What the hell is this! Three days, and you bring us this garbage? Are you messing with us? Taking us for a joke?"

Even Tang Xiaoquan, who usually had a mild temperament, felt a surge of impulse to walk up and slap him across the face.

But thankfully, he remembered why he came today, so he took a deep breath, and once again put on his signature "harmless" smile, slowly and calmly explaining:

"Brother Zhao, you know the situation outside, many things are beyond our control. Besides, last time Captain Dai only said to deliver every three days and didn’t specify what to bring or how much. Also, we’re at the September-October transition, and the base just had a big grain harvest. I think clothes and bedding are more in demand for the people than food. So... I hope Brother Zhao can understand."

Tang Xiaoquan maintained his humility and politeness throughout, leaving no reason for you to lose your temper.

Xu Renjie was genuinely impressed by the young man’s response. Honestly, if it were him facing that kind of provocation and curse, he might not have been able to keep his composure.

Zhao Huilong felt really uncomfortable, raising his eyebrows slightly. This kind of feeling, unable to vent or release his anger, was something he had experienced many times before, whether from setting up stalls selling fried skewers or handing out leaflets and posting flyers, he’d faced all kinds of insults.

Logically, someone like him should empathize with the struggles of those at the bottom, but people are often like this: when you’re in a low position, you complain about the world’s unfairness, feeling everyone’s against you, and no one sympathizes with you.

But when you somehow manage to rise above and achieve success, you selectively forget those unpleasant things and naturally join the ranks you once despised and resented as the "big shots."

Take Zhao Huilong right now—he’s a typical example of a "nouveau riche" attitude.

Because of his temporary "rise to power," he completely forgot the miserable situation when he was the "underdog."

Grinding his teeth, he muttered coldly: "Don’t talk nonsense, what the people need is none of your business! Don’t think that you can fool us with these things. I’m telling you... hey, hey, Emma!"

Suddenly swayed, Zhao Huilong didn’t even have time to react before he was pulled back by a strong force.

"Wei, Wei big brother, what, what are you doing!"

Ignoring Zhao Huilong’s questions, Wei Dazhuang walked forward with a serious face, raised a fist to the sky, and said: "Three points! Three points about today’s matter!"

"First, supplies need to be sufficient; if you try to pass off with these cotton mattresses again, don’t blame me for being rude!"

"Second, be punctual, once every three days as usual. If you’re late, anything that happens to your brothers is on you!"

"Third, remember, you’re not the one in charge here! I’m not the one in charge either! Only the one at the top of the pavilion matters!"

Finished with his instructions, Wei Dazhuang didn’t care about Xu Renjie’s reaction and turned to wave at Scarface’s group, who were leaning against the wall waiting for the show, and then loudly announced: "Boss Dai, the goods are checked, no problem!"

"Is that it!" Dai Sha couldn’t help but pout in disappointment.

But it wasn’t surprising, after all, he didn’t witness the expected "brotherly bloodshed," and instead was left standing in the blazing sun for a long time, which made him a little irritated.

Sang Biao had been watching all along and immediately understood the subtle change in the boss’s expression.

He cautiously moved forward a few steps and whispered in a provocative tone: "Boss, things here are about wrapped up, I think you should head back! Oh, by the way, the brothers got you a girl, she’s busty and curvy, just had a baby recently before the apocalypse, definitely fits your type."

Upon hearing this, Dai Sha spun his head around quickly, a glint of greed flashing in his round eyes: "Really? Where is she now?"

"She’s in your room!"

"Good! Well done!" Smacking his hand hard, the miserable expression previously etched on Scarface’s face vanished instantly as he fantasized about a "double retreat": "Well, I’m leaving this to you, keep a close watch, and don’t let any trouble ruin everything at the end!"

"Sure! Boss, you go and enjoy yourself! I’ll make sure everything’s taken care of properly."

"Good! Hahaha! Great, hahaha!"

The wild laughter echoed in the stadium, and naturally, Xu Renjie and his group at the bottom of the pavilion had no idea what was happening.

However, they couldn’t focus on that right now because Wei Dazhuang, who’d been given the go-ahead, had started coordinating with them on handing over the supplies.

The handover was actually quite simple; it essentially involved Wang Zhongyu getting out of the vehicle, handing it over to Wei Dazhuang, who then drove it into the pavilion to unload the goods, and finally returning the vehicle.

Then came the issue; driving the vehicle inside was no biggie, but if the other side didn’t drive it back out, that could be a problem.

Xu Renjie’s team couldn’t raise any objections; after all, they and their goods were here, and even if the other side’s operation seemed unreasonable, what could they possibly do to turn it around?

It’s important to remember they had a group of thugs with Type-95s inside the pavilion who could turn them into a beehive in minutes if they decided to get tough.

The unloading took longer than expected, as Sang Biao seemed eager to give Xu Renjie’s group a hard time.

Lucky for them, everyone on this mission had a lot of patience, or if it had been Wang Qiang, there would have been trouble for sure.

Time ticked away slowly, and September’s sun was equally brutal, no less harsh than July or August’s.

Even with the tall pavilion walls offering shade, Tang Xiaoquan, Wang Zhongyu, and others couldn’t avoid having their backs soaked through with sweat.

After about half an hour, the tightly closed doors of the stadium finally opened again.

Simultaneously, the long-awaited urban management vehicle emerged with a low rumble.

Stopping the vehicle and getting off, Wei Dazhuang still maintained a stern expression.

Seeing him get out, the survivors quickly moved toward him.

"Can we leave now?" Xu Renjie seemed very reluctant to interact with such a traitor, so his tone was particularly icy.

But Wei Dazhuang, as if he hadn’t heard, nodded and directed his words pointedly towards Tang Xiaoquan at the front of the line: "Remember the three points I mentioned before! They’re very important! If you forget next time, well... hmph, you’ll be responsible for all the consequences!!"