Chapter 162: Rebuilding the No. 113 barrier

After all, Ren Xiaosu did not tell Luo Wei about the reality of winter and negative south. He felt that at least he had to wait for 7 days to stay in the period of staying. It would be better to say that if Luo Xiao saw the nose and face swollen in the winter, what would he do? .
At this time, the winter in the south of the house simply can't wait to marry Luo in the same place, as long as Luo Hao is willing to take her away, but the problem is that Chen Invincible has tied her too hard this time, and Wang Fugui does not know where this goods are from. Engaged a piece of herbs into her mouth, her mouth directly numb can not move!
There are many things in the shop of herbal medicine, but I don’t understand how this old man is so skilled!
I have to say that although Wang Fugui is good, but as a survivor who has lived for so long, he always has a little trick to press the bottom of the box.
Unlike the barriers, the refugees are born to be in danger.
Luo Yan said a long time across the door to the winter and the south, but it was too boring to talk to himself, so he said it was boring for a while.
Ren Xiaosuo laughed and said: "Thirsty to drink."
Luo Wei sat down in the chair of the yard and sighed: "It is a little unexpected that the Li altar is coming out of the mental hospital. I have been careful enough, for fear that he will come out."
"I am curious," asked Ren Xiaosu. "You don't even know that he is a Li family?"
At this point, Luo Wei carefully recalled the details of the past. He confirmed that he did not mention the Lee consortium in the information he had received, but he suddenly remembered the three videos he had seen. He could even feel the other side through the screen. Loneliness, a sense of abandonment.
Luo Wei said: "You listened to him describing himself as a Li family, I am afraid he was shut in by Lee's own?"
"Why should Li hold his own children?" Ren Xiaosu was curious.
"Where do I know this," Luo said: "The inside of the consortium is not as beautiful as you think. The intrigue can be seen everywhere. If you want to be in the family, you have to climb on the shoulders of your brothers and sisters."
"Then how many brothers and sisters did you step on with Qing Yu?" Ren Xiaosu laughed.
As a result, Luo Wei suddenly said: "I have no choice with Qing, he is a natural leader, you should go to the mountains to see the scenery."
"What about you?" Ren Xiaosu said with a sigh, he found that Luo Hao was so much to defend his brother.
When Wang Fugui wanted to get the reward for the help of life, Luo Wei first said that his life is not worth the money. When he mentioned Qing, he suddenly became extraordinarily generous.
"I?" Luo Xiao smiled: "I am desperate, how can I live."
When Luo said this, he did not feel uncomfortable in his tone, as if he felt that he should be so good, his brother should be high, and he is a bad life.
"Right," Luo Xiao took a look at Xiao Su: "Don't be too conspicuous recently, even Yang has already reached this barrier. There are still people hiding in the fire company. Now the demon whisperer is coming out, the ghost knows what will happen. thing."
Ren Xiaosu looked at him: "Do you tell me this is appropriate? Isn't it the most conspicuous person in the barriers now?!"
"Hahahaha?" Luo Xiao smiled. "I am so good?"
Ren Xiaosu was shocked. What is your pride? !
"Right, the mob also arrived," Luo said suddenly angry. "Someone broke my two cars in the distance, and I can do nothing to do this. It must be a mob!"
At this moment, Xiao Su knew that Yang Xiaoyu might be a mob. However, he suddenly thought of a problem. Just now Luo said that Yang also came. Does this Yang’s consortium and Yang Xiaoyu have any relationship?
"What about your Qingshi?" Ren Xiaosu looked at Luo Wei: "You Qing sent you?"
"Who are you looking down on?" Luo Wei didn't have a good breath: "What happened to me? Is it good for me?"

Well, I mean, Qing’s did not send someone to support you,
Ren Xiaosu curiously said.
"No, they are busy dealing with the 113 barriers and the mountains."
......
The terrain of the 111th barrier is not flat. It is high in the west and low in the east. The whole barrier is built on the mountain.
The mountain in the 111 barrier is called Ginkgo Mountain. When the ginkgo leaves are yellowed, the mountain is golden.
The headquarters of the Qing’s consortium is at the mountainside.
At this moment, a train team departed from the city towards Ginkgo Mountain. The pedestrians in the barriers were pushed. They knew that this was a big man of the Qing’s consortium and a member of the Presidium.
Basically, at this time of the month, the big men of Qingshi will drive to the Ginkgo Mountain to meet and discuss the things that can determine the lifeline of the consortium.
In the evening, the huge manor on the Ginkgo Mountain is already brightly lit. There are 13 men sitting in the quiet conference room. There are young people, middle-aged people and old people.
A huge tiger head hangs from the wall of the conference room, and the dead tiger is made into a specimen. Human beings have always had such a bad taste. The king of beasts before their death is nothing but a human plaything. This is the power of human beings.
The entire conference room is magnificent, as if it has never been affected by the catastrophe and always has power.
The old man in the first position knocked on the table with his finger: "How is the progress of the celebration?"
"They have already bypassed the mountains the day before yesterday. It is estimated that they should arrive at the 113 barrier today," said a middle-aged man. "He went there to clear the remaining experimental bodies, and then waited for the follow-up disaster reconstruction forces to arrive. They went to the mountains again." Looking for creatures in the crater, the creature should now fall back to sleep, and it seems that it is not intended to get out of the crater. We suspect it depends on the temperature of the volcano."

Can you handle it,
the old man at the top asked calmly:
The coal mine near the 113 barrier is vital and must be rebuilt as soon as possible.

"Qinghuai brought a combat brigade in the past, and it is no problem to deal with hundreds of experimental bodies," the middle-aged replied.
"The resources near the 113 barriers are of vital importance. The work of post-disaster reconstruction must be completed as soon as possible. We will cooperate with them to coordinate the past work of the displaced people," the old man said.
A young man sitting at the end laughed: "Good to understand."
The young man's hair was neatly combed back, and the smooth hair under the light was as crystal-like.
"You need to be cautious. If you make a mistake, you don't have to sit here," the old man frowned.
The young man bowed his head: "Okay."
Someone next to it laughed: "The young people don't have to be so harsh."
The old man did not answer the question, but suddenly asked: "What is Qinghao doing now?"
"In addition to listening to the music every day, there is no other thing to do," someone replied: "There is no purpose in listening to the song, and there is no favorite song."
"Well," the old man said flatly: "First, let him dry, the young man's spirit is too strong, he has to setback. He needs to know that the power of money comes from the exchange system, but the power of power comes from the organization. If there is no home, there will be no rules and no power."
No one else commented on the matter, but at this time someone knocked on the door of the conference room.
The old man whispered: "Come in."
The person who came was a secretary. He whispered something to the old man's ear. He saw that the old man's brow was getting deeper and deeper. He looked up and looked at the other people present: "The seventh combat brigade to be taken by Qinghuai The attack is now retreating, and more than half of the deaths and injuries."