In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

He had no intention of exploring these mysterious powers related to Song Jinhe.

As long as this power is not harmful to Song Jinhe, he will support it with both hands.

After all, he was afraid that one day he would be unable to protect her, but with these unpredictable abilities as a shield, he no longer had to worry about Song Jinhe being unable to protect himself.

Song Jinhe, who was in the field at the moment, carefully identified the direction and came to the edge of the planting area. The electric grid made of thick wires emitted a faint cold light. She threw a piece of raw meat on it at will, and saw a flash of lightning, and the meat melted instantly. Make coke.

With this high-voltage power grid as a protective cover, I think the planting area will be able to survive this natural disaster safely.

Song Jinhe clapped his hands and turned back to the brick house.

She has gradually transformed the brick house into a staff dormitory, which is equipped with lockers, a double bed and a small wooden table.

Although it can't be called very exquisite, it is clean, and workers on night shifts can take turns to rest there.

Sitting next to the wooden table, Song Jinhe tapped his chin with his index finger, staring at a random place, with complicated thoughts in his mind.

The fog covered all the window panes of the brick house, and a charcoal pot was burning inside the house. It was exuding warm warmth, and from time to time it made crackling sounds and a few sparks exploded.

Today is a heavy fog, which is a good time for the planting area to shine. She must take advantage of this opportunity to make her name resound in every corner of the safe area.

Before the fog dissipates, the planting area must be firmly tied to Song Jinhe and become the largest area beyond the trading area.

Now that Lu Mingchen is greedy for power, he will naturally not watch the plantation area prosper, and will definitely use some shady methods behind the scenes.

If he still had some conscience, he probably would not have taken action during the foggy period. At least he would have successfully harvested a batch of potatoes in the planting area and solved the urgent food shortage in the safety zone.

But if this guy is crazy and doesn't care about the survivors, Song Jinhe can only plan in advance to deal with the knife he stabs from behind.

Just as she was thinking about it, the door of the brick house was gently pushed open, and Cheng Qianhuai stepped in, bringing with him a chill.

"doing what?"

He stood at the door to dissipate the chill from his body before daring to approach. He placed his hands, which were red from the cold, by the charcoal basin to warm himself.

Song Jinhe moved the charcoal basin in front of him, and then sighed quietly.

"I'm thinking about how to deal with Lu Mingchen. His appetite is getting bigger and bigger. If he is allowed to continue like this, the planting area will be annexed by him sooner or later.

I really didn't expect that he had always been a non-fighter before. Who would have thought that after becoming the district chief, he would increasingly want to control power in his own hands, and would even get rid of those who opposed him at all costs. "

Cheng Qianhuai naturally knew the anxiety in Song Jinhe's heart now. He rubbed his hands that had no warmth, and the burning light of the charcoal basin reflected in his amber eyes.

"People's hearts and minds."

He uttered two words and then raised his eyes to look at Song Jinhe.

"Actually, the district chief of the safety zone is equivalent to a local emperor. The one who has the support of the people is the best candidate for district chief, so..."

He winked at Song Jinhe: "Now is the best time for you and the planting area to rise.

You can give enough benefits to the survivors in the safe zone during the fog, so that they can taste the sweetness of surrounding you, so that you can have something to rely on behind you. "

Song Jinhe frowned hesitantly: "There are so many survivors. They are just the lowest people in the safe zone. Instead of taking care of them, it is better to give more sweetness to the people in charge of the other areas.

If I can get the support of those people, even if Lu Mingchen refuses to give up his position to me, he will definitely be torn out of his position by the people in charge of these areas. "

Cheng Qianhuai shook his head slightly: "The situation you mentioned is not realistic. You have to think about how those people don't think you are a woman.

Even if they really want to support one of the regional leaders to take office, it will definitely not be you.

If you show enough goodwill, they may respect you enough and say nice things to you. Anyone can do these things.

But when you really need their power, these people may be able to run faster than ordinary survivors. "

Song Jinhe recalled Cheng Qianhuai's words and nodded after hesitating for a moment.

"But ordinary survivors have limited abilities after all. They can be easily lured by me, and they may not be able to be recruited by Lu Mingchen.

When the time comes when the snipe and the clam compete, I'm afraid the people in charge of other regions will become effective fishermen, right? "

"You are just worried that the bottom survivors are unstable in supporting you, but they are not without brains. Naturally, they know who among all the high-ranking leaders will benefit them the most from becoming the district chief.

They really don't have much power, but if there are too many ants, they can kill an elephant. If half of the people support you, then you are guaranteed to win.

Everyone is doing it for their own interests. If you are in the position, you can maximize their interests and you can get what you want. If both parties work together, why not? "

Song Jinhe looked into Cheng Qianhuai's serious eyes, pursed his lips and nodded heavily.

"Then I'll give it a try and see if I can rely on this heavy fog to become the district chief of the Xiling Safety Zone."

Cheng Qianhuai's hands had been heated by the charcoal basin. He stretched out his hand to help Song Jinhe straighten the broken hair around his ears: "That's what it means. Since you can push Lu Mingchen to the top, you can also push yourself to the top. It's nothing more than time and opportunity. Just a question.

I believe in your abilities, and you must also believe in yourself. "

Song Jinhe shrank his neck: "Then how do you think I should bribe those low-level survivors?

You can't act like a good person and distribute food and water to them, right? If this is the case, their appetite will only grow bigger and bigger. Even if I are really promoted to the position of district chief by them, one day I will be backlashed by this force. "

If you feed them for a long time, you will develop a habit. If one day she stops feeding, or if she feeds too little, she will be punished by this group of people immediately.

Cheng Qianhuai naturally understood Song Jinhe's concerns: "Start with the people in the planting area and make them your most loyal believers.

Then it develops to the relatives and friends of these workers, and then to the network of relatives and friends.

As you walk down the road one after another, the workers in the planting area are devoted to you. As long as they are around, the network of relationships that extends outward will also be firmly held by these people. "

After thinking for a moment, he spoke again: "Didn't you send potatoes to them at noon? These people will definitely tell their relatives when they go home tonight. You can send potatoes to their relatives again at noon tomorrow.

Do this for 3 consecutive days. It won't take too long before you start sending them potato seedlings.

The reason is, of course, that you don't have much food in stock, and seeing that it's almost exhausted in order to help them, you can only give them potato seedlings and let them plant them on their own. "