Rotting Land: Survive-Chapter 481 - 476: Incoming Call (Part 3)

In the conference room, it was completely dark, with a weak candlelight flickering and stretching the shadows of the few men at the round table long.

Xu Renjie sat upright at the table, his fingers gently tapping on the tabletop, producing a rhythmic "pat, pat" sound.

He was waiting for the response from his colleagues; he needed to quickly implement the matter raised by Liu Fugui.

"Then I’ll start with my opinion!" Having considered this matter beforehand, Tang Xiaoquan was the first to speak up.

Old Xu nodded, signaling him to continue.

"Based on the current situation, my personal opinion is to accept Liu Fugui’s request. As for the reasons, I’m sure everyone has noticed, that new types of mutant creatures are emerging one after another. I’m worried that if this trend continues, going out to search for supplies will become increasingly difficult. So, fulfilling Liu Fugui’s request and establishing certain connections with him would be greatly beneficial for our future survival."

This won unanimous approval from those present. However, after careful consideration, Old Zhao hesitantly asked, "In terms of benefits, it’s indeed worth the trip, but what about the safety?"

Undoubtedly, this was a crucial question, especially considering their past experiences of constant displacement, Old Zhao was particularly concerned about safety.

In response, Tang Xiaoquan calmly replied, "Regarding safety, based on what Liu Yunpeng mentioned earlier and Liu Fugui’s genuine plea over the phone today, I believe the relationship between father and son is quite good. At least, Liu Fugui cares a lot about his son, given that Liu Yunpeng is his only son. The idea of children inheriting from their parents, especially for a businessman like Liu Fugui who owns a large enterprise, the importance of a son cannot be understated."

"Moreover, I know Liu Fugui; in our hometown, he may not be a household name, but he’s a very famous figure, known as the food king with products sold overseas. So, as for the supply reserves, they’re absolutely abundant."

"Comparatively, though we have some supplies on hand, they are insignificant compared to theirs. So, I don’t see why the Liu’s father and son would lay a trap for us to fall into. Besides, if they truly harbor ill intentions, they’d have to consider the presence of Company Leader Xu, who is a military officer!"

After speaking, Tang Xiaoquan picked up the water bottle on the floor, poured himself some hot water into a teacup.

Then, he leaned forward and blew gently on it before taking a small sip.

There’s no denying that Tang Xiaoquan’s analysis was quite reasonable, and his words completely dispelled Old Zhao’s original concerns.

At this point, Xu Renjie promptly decided to escort Liu Yunpeng to his father’s factory.

However, for safety’s sake, he still made some supplementary notes:

"Firstly, he instructed Hu Xiaodong to quickly start forming and training the Archery Team, given the extremely complex city conditions now; their team urgently needs a team capable of long-range kills."

"Secondly, before the final mission begins, everyone must remain vigilant toward Liu Yunpeng and try to display their strength. In military terms, it’s ’showing muscles,’ with a very simple purpose — to confuse the opponent, making it unclear of our strength, thus instilling fear."

"Thirdly, strengthen the villa’s 24-hour patrol, with three shifts at night, two people per shift. Though the likelihood of Liu Fugui sending people to attack is extremely low, in an apocalypse, the human heart is unpredictable, and anything could happen."

Once the discussion ended, Xu Renjie and the others each left, while Tang Xiaoquan made his way alone to the third-floor balcony.

The north wind at midnight howled, and with December approaching, the chill in the wind was clearly perceptible.

Tonight’s moonlight was somewhat dim, with dense clouds covering the sky entirely, creating an unspeakable sense of oppression.

Tang Xiaoquan placed his hands on the wall’s edge, his hair fluttering wildly in the wind, his long shirt’s collar endlessly rustling.

This place was only a few dozen kilometers from DZ County City. Having been busy with villa construction matters these days, Tang Xiaoquan hadn’t really felt homesick.

However, after the discussion about the Liu father and son, perhaps influenced by that emotion, Tang Xiaoquan suddenly felt an uncontrollable surge of homesickness.

It was an extremely complex feeling, on one hand, with the distance to home getting shorter, the sense of returning home made Tang Xiaoquan very excited.

But on the other hand, the question of his parents’ life or death at home made him somewhat afraid to face it.

Tang Xiaoquan just stood there dazed, letting the north wind batter his somewhat lonely heart.

Yet, at this moment, the sliding glass door behind him was opened from inside by someone.

Wei Yang came out slowly with a porcelain cup in her hand, "Why are you hiding here alone? Is the meeting over?"

"Huh?" Unexpected that someone returned, Tang Xiaoquan was slightly surprised, and upon seeing who it was, a smile appeared on his face, "Yes, it just ended. I came out for some fresh air."

Wei Yang wasn’t foolish; through the somewhat tired look in the man’s eyes opposite her, she could tell there was something on his mind.

However, she didn’t pry like a gossip, instead handed over the porcelain cup in her hand, "Here, have some of this!"

"What’s this?" Tang Xiaoquan lowered his head to look at the porcelain cup, the milky white liquid giving off a gentle shimmer, with a faint milky aroma wafting to his nose.

"It’s today’s haul, high-class from the Liu family!" playfully winking, Wei Yang pointed at Tang Xiaoquan’s cup, eagerly suggesting, "Drink it quickly, milk is best when hot, or it’ll be no good when cold!"

Listening to the woman’s concern and feeling the warmth of the cup in his palm, the chill in Tang Xiaoquan’s heart was gradually being replaced by the warmth.

Without saying another word, and nodding in agreement, Tang Xiaoquan began drinking the milk prepared by the woman he cherished, one gulp after another.

Yes, I’m not alone, I have people caring for me, I have companions, brothers.

Dad! Mom! Sis! Don’t worry, I’ll live well! I will find you!

As the last sip of milk went down, Tang Xiaoquan returned the empty cup to Wei Yang and sincerely said, "Thank you!"

In response, Wei Yang merely smiled faintly, her crescent-shaped eyebrows showing a hint of comfort.

"Alright, it’s windy here; we should go inside before you catch a cold and Qiangzi and the others start pestering me."

"Oh? What would they pester you about?"

Seeing Wei Yang’s puzzled look, Tang Xiaoquan scratched his head, pretending to be helpless, "You catch a cold, leaving us without a chef. Don’t you think they’d pester me?"

Hahaha!

Under the inky night sky, the man and woman laughed facing each other as they returned indoors. (To be continued. If you enjoy this story, feel free to vote for it on qidian.com. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)