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Chapter 716 Only the World Wounded by the Empire Reached

Xilan Empire, Heavenly Capital Palace.

These days, Wu Tuo is feeling a little depressed.

The alliance opened its mouth when it came to the ceasefire negotiations, demanding that the empire withdraw the governor of King Gallon Port and a group of noble bureaucrats appointed by Tiandu.

Not only that, but they also demanded that control of Port Gum Gallon be handed over to local survivors after the ceasefire comes into force until the risk of looters in the area is completely removed.

To be honest, he can make appropriate concessions on tariffs and reparations, but he can't agree to these two alone.

Especially the latter.

This is simply more uncomfortable for him than the alliance directly taking this piece of land from his territory.

After all, this means that for the first time in the territory of the Xilan Empire, there will be a piece of land where the authority of the royal family cannot shine. This will not only shake the authority of the royal family, but even the legitimacy of his rule will be questioned by the nobles and citizens.

Now Wu Tuo can only hope that the embargo imposed by the 30 troops on the border on the entire Jin Gallon Port can crush the fragile economy of this settlement.

If it becomes a scorched earth that breeds famine, plague and even death, maybe the Alliance will discard that tasteless piece of chicken rib.

He listened to the people on the front line.

The people of the alliance are paying their own money to transport the corn purchased from Silver Moon Bay to Jin Gallon Port one by one.

If this trend continues, there will always be one of the red clay on the outskirts of Port King Gallen and the pockets of the league that will be emptied first.

He took a bite of the grapes that the beauty brought to his lips, and just as Wu Tuo was about to take a nap with his eyes closed, hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.

A deacon stepped into the hall and knelt under the steps.

"Your Majesty, Mrs. Hu Yewan has arrived."

Wu Tuo, who was lying on the beauty's lap, sat up in surprise, pushed away the beauty and the fruit plate around her, and stood up with a beard.

"Is he here all day?"

The deacon kneeling under the stairs had a slightly embarrassed expression, but he still spoke hastily.

"For the time being...not yet, after he disembarked at Xifan Port, he summoned the nobles in the vicinity of Xifan City."

Wu Tuo was slightly taken aback, feeling something was wrong in his heart, but there was still a gratifying smile on his face.

"Yes, a practical guy."

The deacon's forehead was on the ground, his face was bitter but he didn't dare to say more.

Who in the whole court didn't know that the Weilante people were His Majesty's guests, so how could anyone dare to say something bad about the Weilante people.

Especially in recent days, the negotiations between the Duke of Galava and the Alliance are at a critical juncture. His Majesty needs the power of the Legion to deter the Alliance and the companies behind the Alliance. It was the officers of Willant who slapped the Japanese on the street. Whoever sleeps with a girl from a noble family is applauding the eternal friendship between the legion and the empire.

"Where's General McCollen?" Wu Tuo asked.

The deacon spoke softly.

"He took a car to Xifan Port yesterday."

Wu Tuo frowned.

"Is Aaron always there?"

The deacon said profusely with sweat.

"...he went with General McClane."

Wu Tuo remained silent, and paused in front of the bench for a long time, frowning as if thinking, but sat back with frowns stretched a moment later.

"Send me a telegram, saying that General Lao has been bothering about the affairs of our empire. In addition, there will be a selection and assessment of court generals in a week. I heard that the general is very interested in the war games of our empire. If the general is not busy, You can come to my palace to observe."

That's probably what it means.

As for how to formulate the wording in the telegram, the people below will naturally figure it out.

Seeing that His Majesty did not take his anger out on him, the deacon finally heaved a sigh of relief and grabbed his head.

"As ordered!"

……

At the same time, in front of the wharf of Xifan Port, carriages with extraordinary decorations crowded the dirt road which was not spacious at all.

A group of people dressed in luxurious costumes stood in the open space in front of the pier, looking at the group of tall and burly Willant soldiers around them with a little anxiety.

I don't know what kind of ecstasy these big noses gave their Majesty, so that His Majesty directly allocated Xifan Port to the Legion with a wave of his hand, and warned the nobles in the entire Naxit State to do their best for all requests from the Legion. Cooperate, otherwise it is equivalent to betraying the empire.

Although this is still His Majesty's territory in name, it has actually become the territory of the Willant people. Not only did they drive away the original governor, they even sent a new "governor" here.

Standing on the bow of the boat, Hu Ye looked down at the ants on the pier. Rather than saying that his contemptuous eyes were contemptuous and mocking, it would be better to say that he did not regard these guys as human beings.

A group of guys who don't even care about their own compatriots are not worthy of the respect of the Willant people. Even if they are dressed in brocade silk, they are just a few dogs leading the herd.

Not letting go of this opportunity to show off his might, he cleared his throat, raised his volume, and said loudly.

"Listen, no matter who your allegiances were before, I'm the one riding on top of you now, I'm your master, and the rules here have to be as I say. If you have any objections, it's best to raise them as soon as possible. Don't waste all of our time."

Seeing the commotion and the inconceivable crowd, Hu Ye waited quietly for half a minute, and continued speaking when no one spoke.

"I want you to pick a group of able-bodied people from your own manor for me... Let's do this, at least one male slave from each slave household."

As soon as the words fell, the crowd on the pier was in an uproar. The nobles who had dared not fart before were now as excited as dogs whose tails had been trampled on.

Hu Ye wondered if his request was too much, and Aaron, who was standing aside, coughed lightly.

"General, slaves here don't have families."

Hu Ye froze for a moment, then looked at him in surprise.

"What do you mean?"

Aaron said patiently.

"It literally means that you can understand them as a kind of weeds that grow from the red soil. Plants don't have the concept of kinship... Even if those weeds know who their parents are, the nobles who raise them will not pass it. Ask more."

"Then how do they know who was born by whom?" Hu Ye couldn't help asking, "They have to count how many people they have?"

"It's all born by mother, so what does it matter who gave birth?" Aaron shrugged, "They will count the heads every year, maybe two or three years, anyway, as long as the number of people working does not change much. Someone cares. If there are too many people, they will sell a little to save money, as for less... that situation does not seem to have happened yet."

Hu Ye pinched the space between his brows, as if he was having a headache from this unexpected situation.

McLenne looked at this guy with folded arms, wondering how the civil servants would deal with this problem.

In the Falcon Kingdom, General Klass’ approach was to abolish the slaves of his own people, and established a military aristocratic system linked to military merit for the locals, encouraging them to go outside to plunder land and slaves.General Griffin used the freedmen released by the former to build a corps-style industrial center for the locals, ensuring the logistics of the expeditionary force in the Far East.

Completing these tasks requires a strong army and executive power, and the civil servants in Triumph City happen to be a group of "weak and incompetent" guys.

Sure enough, the governor thought for a moment, and finally came up with a compromise solution, cleared his throat and yelled at the group of native nobles.

"Quiet!"

The explosion of loudspeaker's volume stunned the audience, and the people crowded on the pier fell silent.

After a pause, Hu Ye slowly continued.

"Your management method is too inefficient, this is good, let's change it... You provide me with slaves on a regular basis, we pay you by the head, and we pay you 50 dinars for each head for a full month. "

Almost as soon as his words fell, the atmosphere on the port boiled instantly.

The faces that were originally terrified and restless suddenly filled with joy, as if they wished to take out all the money in their pockets immediately.

"No problem my lord!"

"I, I have more than 1000 heads in my family! I can move them here tomorrow!"

"Does everyone give so much? Or only the males?"

50 a month, 600 dinars for a full year!
In the Xilan Empire, even the smallest noble has hundreds of people in his hands, and some big nobles even have tens of thousands of people in their manors and plantations!
The four seasons of the year are not always the time when farming is busy, and when there is no work, most of those people are idle on the land in a daze.

At this time, if they were driven into the factory of the Weilante people, at least tens of thousands or even millions of extra money could be earned for them a year!

This is even higher than the output of their plantations!
Some people have even begun to think about how to turn those tenants who leased the land into slaves by increasing the rent or other methods.

Or find a way to make them sell their sons and daughters.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Hu Ye yelled twice in succession before shutting up the chattering crows, and then continued to shout loudly, "When we need to recruit people, we will put the recruitment requirements in the Post it here, if you don't want to miss it, arrange your servants to watch it here. Now, go back and count how many people are in your family, how old are you, male or female, I don't want to wait until the time comes. Old man with a cane!"

After finishing what was to be said, Hu Ye asked the soldiers to drive away the nobles blocking the pier, and at the same time asked people to arrange work for the laborers assigned to them by His Majesty.

In fact, if you just produce some light industrial products needed by Triumph City, you don't need to mobilize the slaves in those plantations, just the guys living in these shacks in Xifan Port are enough.

However, Hu Ye has his own plans and arrangements for the future of this "treaty port".

He is not only satisfied with making a little money by exporting clothes and canned food, he also wants to help the civil servants behind him and the people in Triumph City earn more.

Without military power, they can only use this method to increase their influence in the legion.

"...the alliance produces steel and cement in Port Gumgallon, and we produce those things too, and more than they produce."

McLenne asked casually.

"What are they used for?"

Hu Ye said with a smile.

"Opening mines, building roads, there is always something useful, and if you can't run out, you can sell it to the emperor here."

McLenne shrugged noncommittally. He didn't know much about business, but he always felt that the emperor who lived in the "Flying Palace" should not be needed.

Aaron coughed lightly and reminded.

"Dear General, I have to remind you that Mr. Wu Tuo is only interested in guns, and we only need to sell them some guns."

What he said was actually very cryptic.

The steel and cement needed to build a factory in Xifan Port can be shipped from the port on the west coast of Central Continent, just like those production equipment.

If steel and cement plants are built here, there is a high probability that the steel and cement produced will be unsalable.The locals had enough shanties already that there was no need to replace barns with steel and concrete before the docile cattle complained.

But obviously, Governor Huye has his own ideas.

"How much money can guns make? Besides, they will have a ceasefire with the alliance soon, and the arms business cannot continue for a long time."

Aaron made a helpless expression and gave up persuading this guy.

Anyway, their labor costs are close to none, and the production of those things wastes a little resources at most, and it is unlikely that they will lose money.

McLenne took up the topic and asked.

"There is only one thing I don't understand...no offense intended, since you have no ability to rob them directly, why don't you just buy those slaves?"

Hu Ye chuckled.

"That's too inefficient, and won't we become our own slaves if we buy it? 8 square meters, three meals a day, and a healthy life to 50 years old... I even have to provide for this group of inferior people. Why not let the nobles here clean them up, and 50 dinars per month will be regarded as management fees."

If he didn't work hard, he would send the man back. Seeing the fate of the man who was sent back, the other slaves would naturally work hard!
McLennan looked at the guy in surprise.

Of course, he would not be ignorant of the "eight square meters" law formulated by the Marshal himself.

But actually someone actually executes that thing outside Triumph City?
Not caring about the surprise on McLenne's face, Hu Ye continued with a smile.

"Of course, in addition to relying on those nobles to manage them, I will give them a little bit of money to live and encourage them to work harder while working hard. For example, I will send them a monthly bonus and put it in their account Now, when you have collected a thousand dinars, you will use this money to redeem them."

If you have been able to work for two years, you can be regarded as a skilled worker, and it is not appropriate to put it back on the plantation.

However, Aaron shook his head and said.

"A slave who can earn 600 dinars a year, those nobles will not sell you for 1000 dinars."

"Then write it into the contract, or give them a little more," Hu Ye said nonchalantly, "This is not a negotiation, this is an order."

"What about after the redemption?" McLennan looked at him and continued, "They are free citizens now, and there are no nobles to manage them for you."

"It's a free citizen who has passed the vocational skill screening and has no land," Hu Ye corrected his inaccurate statement, and continued with a smile, "Do you think I gave them freedom? There is no such good thing, They just went from one cage to another."

"There is no place for them to drive screws in the plantation. With nowhere to go, they will only be more inseparable from us, and can only work harder than those slaves... and we only need to give them a little A living wage is enough."

It wasn't until this time that Aaron showed a thoughtful expression on his face, and he finally understood why the big shots in Triumph City sent this gentleman here.

McLenne looked at the guy equally astonished, almost changing his initial stereotype.

This guy is a talent.

Just when McLennan was surprised, the governor suddenly turned around, walked up to him with a smile on his face, and patted his arm.

"General McLenne, you are the only officer here who graduated from an orthodox military academy, unlike those of us who have military ranks but have never been on the battlefield, and the most important thing is that you have fought against people from the alliance. ...No offense meant, I know that there were some minor accidents in that battle, but that's not your problem."

McLenne's brows twitched unconsciously, and he squeezed out a word with a sullen face.

"Any questions?"

Seeing the change in his expression, Hu Ye quickly explained with a smile.

"No! You are the talent we need most at this moment. I would like to trouble you to help our friends train some officers who look like that. After all, you know...we are completely amateurs in this field, and our friends Just learned how to shoot."

Hearing this self-deprecating statement, McLennan finally stretched his brows slightly, but still couldn't help laughing.

"Do you finally remember what I do?"

He has been bored here for almost two months, watching the group of pigs playing with sand in the palace all day long, he might as well learn to swim if he has the time.

But it was too late to think of him after losing the battle.

Hearing this sentence, Hu Ye was slightly taken aback, then said with a smile.

"You...may have misunderstood something, General McLenne, we have never neglected you, you have always been the most important part of our plan. In fact, from the moment you stood on this land, you It is already playing a very important role. And I am able to stand here, in fact, it is thanks to your contribution... Regarding this matter, I have to thank you."

Saying this, the flamboyant man put his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

McLenne looked astonished, and suddenly felt a sense of being kept in the dark, and quickly looked at the adjutant Aaron beside him.

However, he saw that the latter nodded slightly.

"As Mr. Governor said... If we don't show a little closer to the empire, they won't be 'happy' to please us, and take the initiative to 'teach' the alliance."

After a pause, Aaron continued.

"As for the defeat of the Gray Wolf Army, it was completely within our expectations, but the speed of their defeat was indeed a bit beyond our expectations... We didn't expect that Wu Tuo would be so stupid as to send a prince to the front to supervise the battle, Not to mention that the prince directly took away the command of General Aryan, resulting in the capture of more than 1 people."

"But the result is the same," Governor Huye said with a smile after taking over Aaron's words, "I still got the part we wanted."

McLenne squinted his eyes, staring at the gang of guys who took advantage of him, feeling furious in his heart, but he couldn't find a reason to lose his temper if he wanted to lose his temper.

The end result, as they say, is good.

Considering the interests of the legion, they formulated a strategy and achieved the expected results at a very small cost...

You should be happy about it.

But at the moment, he couldn't be happier.

"...No wonder Commander Saren doesn't like you guys." McLennan snorted with a half-smile.

With a troubled expression on Hu Ye's face, he said with a little regret.

"Really? But I am still very grateful to him for laying a vast territory for our legion, and planting our flag in the Luoxia Province east of the Great Desert... If you have a chance, please convey my gratitude to him for me." His respect."

"I will," McLenne gave Hu Ye a meaningful look, then continued after a pause, "Also, I hope this is the last time."

Looking at McClen who turned and walked towards the cabin, Hu Ye readily nodded in agreement.

"I assure you."

……

On the other side, the distant Jin Gallon Port.

It took a full month. Under the supervision of Chief Bihari, the police station of the entire settlement finally completed the registration of the identity information of all residents in the area.

And the result of the final registration also surprised Fang Chang.

If you count the newborns who have not yet learned to speak and those lying half dead on the bed, the actual population of this settlement has reached a staggering 170 million!

Originally, he was surprised when he heard that there were 100 million people living here, but he didn't expect that the actual population here was only a lot more than the word of mouth!

"I originally thought that 90 people would be a lot in this settlement with no industrial foundation at all. I didn't expect the actual population to be nearly [-]% higher than the estimated estimate..."

Squeezing the sour brows, Fang Chang stared at the dusty construction site outside the window, thinking to himself.

"Is it red clay?"

He suddenly thought of Ms. Han's research.

When studying the civilization ecology of various settlements on the wasteland, the technology left behind by the era of prosperity is undoubtedly a variable that cannot be ignored.

For example, although the Baiyue province is sparsely populated and there seems to be nothing left from the era of prosperity, there is "ecological pollution" of singularity-level technology there, which makes it almost impossible to carry out industrialization at low cost. forced to migrate to sea.

In Borneo Province, although the red soil is not a particularly brilliant technology, and its birth is largely accidental, it is actually a variable that is "easiest to ignore, but the most unnegligible" in this land!
It's like a natural nourishing balm.

Although it is not like the nutrient paste developed by Boulder City, it can be eaten 360 to 50 times a year, but even if this thing can replace [-]% of the food source, it will have an impact on the local ecosystem and social form that cannot be ignored.

Many survivors who could not have survived in other places on the wasteland not only survived in this land, but also quickly eliminated those first-generation survivors who could not adapt to the wasteland era with incredible environmental adaptability. A unique survivor civilization ecology has been established.

And the red soil born in the Lowell camp is not only a blessing left to them by their ancestors, but also a curse...

At this time, there was a light knock on the door.

Putting the research report in his hand into the drawer, Fang Chang looked towards the door and cleared his throat.

"Please come in."

The door opened, and a young guy hurried in from outside the office with a stack of thick documents in his arms.

He has a thin figure, prominent cheekbones, and deep eye bags on his face, but his bright eyes are piercing, giving people a feeling of vitality.

His name is Yodu, and he is one of the [-] newly recruited civil servants in the city hall. He is also one of the few Snake people who passed the literacy test.

According to his own statement, he used to be a casual worker in the port, because he often dealt with merchants and sailors in Silver Moon Bay, and helped them run errands and lead the way and learned some words.

There are not many literate Snake people, especially self-taught ones. Fang Chang immediately transferred this young man from the city hall to the governor's office as the governor's secretary, as a key talent training.

And this guy did not live up to his expectations. He was not only diligent but also careful in doing things, and both Laxi and Bihari communicated quite well.

Fang Chang only discovered it recently.

These guys who were originally bound by "factors other than talent" at the bottom of society, after being liberated, their enthusiasm for life and work radiated far beyond those guys who had a good life in the time of Governor Nihak.

"...Dear sir, the household registration statistics work has been basically completed, including the port area and various urban areas with complicated situations. I have already sorted out the data for you. As for the establishment of a separate file for each resident, I am afraid it will take some time to complete. Finish."

"Furthermore, according to my personal observation, all the security bureaus, except the port branch, are extremely unfamiliar with the business of their respective jurisdictions. Although this is not their problem at all, there will inevitably be omissions in the statistical work of survivors in the slums. I'm afraid a second screening would have been required before."

Looking at the pile of documents on the desk, Fang Chang nodded approvingly.

"Good job, I understand the situation, but it's enough to do this for the time being. I'll ask Chief Bihari to produce identity documents based on these lists... By the way, why don't you inform him for me."

"I am happy to serve you, sir." Jodu nodded slightly, and continued after a short pause, "In addition, I have already sent someone to inquire about the refugees along the Yongliu River that you mentioned earlier. According to those refugees According to their own words, they were originally residents living on the upper reaches of the Yongliu River, and the imperial army drove them out of the village where they lived, and violently robbed them of their food and livestock."

Fang Chang frowned slightly.

"Where do they live on the ceasefire line?"

"On the other side of the empire, outside our actual control area," Yodu said seriously, "If they are allowed to pour into the port, it may have an impact on our hard-won stable order, but if they are left alone, they will eventually No way, unless we completely close the shadow port of the Yongliu River, those people will always have a way to swim over."

Fang Chang looked at him with interest.

Intuition told him that this guy already had an idea.

"Then what is your suggestion?"

As expected, Yodu who was standing in front of his desk continued to speak respectfully.

"I've already discussed with the people in the city hall, and they agreed to allocate some budget to build a shelter next to the prisoner-of-war camp in the suburbs to provide temporary housing for the refugees who fled from the empire to the King Gallon Port, but this requires you approval."

It seemed that he was worried that Fang Zhang would not agree, so Yodu hurriedly continued.

"The threat of famine in King Gallon Port has passed. We only need to pay some inexpensive food to keep them outside the colony, waiting for our resettlement. We can also help us build roads and bridges. In fact, it is not a bad thing to take in those refugees, the Yongliu River has helped us get rid of some people, and those who can swim to King Gallon Port are all strong young men."

"And after the ceasefire agreement takes effect, we can directly merge the prisoner-of-war camp into a part of the shelter, merge the two into a new urban area, and gradually digest this part of the population by relying on the industry expanding from the settlement to the suburbs."

Fang Chang looked at the young man standing in front of the desk in a little surprise, or to be more precise, his heart was full of surprise.

It's like drawing an SSSR card.

Good guy.

Good job.

It is not difficult to come up with an idea, but it takes a bit of thinking to think about what to do first and how to do it later.

And being able to arrange things in an orderly manner and simplify the work that the leader needs to do to the point where he only needs to sign a hand, it is simply a talent for this guy to be a secretary.

But surprises are surprises, whether you really have the ability depends on how things are done.

Fang Chang didn't express his thoughts on his face, but simply nodded.

"I'm very satisfied with your plan, so I'll do it as you said. I will say hello to the city hall and the militia, and let them cooperate with you within their ability."

Jodu was overjoyed when he heard the words, and nodded knowingly.

"Please rest assured and leave it to me, sir, I will not let you down."

Hearing the words "cooperate within the scope of his ability", he already had a rough idea of ​​what to do about this matter.

Just as he was about to bow and leave, he suddenly remembered something, stopped and said.

"By the way, there is one more thing. Although you may have heard it, just in case, I think I should report it to you..."

Fang Chang leaned back on the chair, took a sip from the teacup on the table.

"You said."

"About Xifan Port on the west coast of Borneo Province," Jodu thought about his words for a moment, and continued cautiously, "I heard rumors from the port that the Legion sent a governor there a few days ago, and I guess it should arrive in the past few days. .Maybe this is not something I should be concerned about, but at present...the Legion seems to intend to intervene in the situation in Borneo Province, which may have an unknown impact on the ceasefire negotiations between us and the empire."

Governor of the Legion?

Fang Chang frowned slightly, but soon stretched his brows and said softly.

"Mr. Yodu, you are my secretary and a survivor of this settlement. As long as it is related to the personal safety and vital interests of the local survivors, I don't think there is anything you should not care about."

"That's what you said, sir."

Looking at Yodu who lowered his head, Fang Chang nodded slightly.

"I've already understood the situation, you can go and do the task I entrusted to you first."

He had indeed heard about the Legion, and he even asked Captain Chen to drive the Dolphin nuclear submarine to take a look.

What landed was only some industrial equipment, and a small number of Weilante infantry and officers. Although they were worthy of vigilance, they did not deserve their excessive attention.

In the context of the "Cohesive State" negotiations being carried out in Dawn City, it is unlikely that the legion will have a direct conflict with the alliance. At most, the Willanters will help the empire train two more gray wolf armies.

In contrast, the growing forces of warlords on the border deserved his attention.

"As ordered."

Yodu nodded respectfully, turned and left the office, and closed the door behind him.

Fang Chang glanced at the time on the upper right corner of the VM, and less than 10 minutes had passed since he entered the door and left.During these 10 minutes, he not only finished the work of the report, but also came up with a solution to the problem for himself.

It can be seen that he has made a lot of preparations.

Getting along with such a person is very comfortable, and maybe I can get rid of the job of "acting governor" of Jin Gallon Port earlier than expected.

"...It seems that there are no available people here, it just takes some time to find them."

Looking at the dusty construction site outside the office window, looking at the busy workers and the foreman who led them to work, Fang Chang's mouth could not help but curl up into a faint smile.

In fact, the situation here is not as bad as they imagined when they first came.

The curse that red clay brings to local survivors is not exactly a debuff.

Although the traits of "obedience" and even "obedience" have turned these people into natural slaves, so that a pig can be carved into a totem by them and worshiped as a god above its head, they are not completely without opportunities to end. own wasteland.

Just like those outside the window who are sweating and rebuilding their homes.

If someone is willing to point them to a more reliable path than reincarnation into the emperor's house, they are also willing to move their legs forward.

And if someone is willing to give them a hand, or push them two steps forward, they who opened the door to the new world might run faster than Boss Xia in Boulder City.

Just like the girls of the Moon clan who are building a new home in the Baiyue Strait, their performance after landing is the best example.

Their extraordinary endurance to the environment allows them to survive the desperate situation that ordinary people can hardly bear, and the traits of obedience and obedience can be changed to another application scenario, that is, they are hardworking and hardworking.

A natural slave is a false proposition. No slave has ever been born.

And thinking of the thighs on the beach in the Baiyue Strait—oh no, girls, Fang Chang suddenly realized that this "self-defense counterattack" has been going on for almost two months.

"Time flies so fast..." He couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Wait for two more days, and the freshwater pipeline in the southern sea will probably be completed...

(End of this chapter)