Chapter 297: Chapter 297

After all, everyone had paid a hefty price to buy into the shareholding. Jing Shu didn’t utter a word, but the big data had already recorded her 5% share.

After the share exchange was done, Qian Duoduo then began to mobilize all sorts of needed materials. The base had only completed its basic functions so far, and there were still many things unfinished, requiring various professions and materials. It could be said that Qian Duoduo had to gather all the usable materials in the apocalypse to build the Xishan Base.

Furthermore, in the future, the construction of Xishan Base would continue unceasingly, with ongoing investment to gradually expand it.

Jing Shu had come to understand that everyone here was needed by Qian Duoduo. This wasn’t just a casual call for a fundraising effort.

A group of people in the hall were heatedly discussing the construction issues of West Mountain, with Qian Duoduo painting them a picture of a colossal pancake, symbolizing immense benefits. The new shareholders began making phone calls, arranging for Heng Jiu’s son, Heng Jin, to start working on logistics immediately. His job was to transport all the materials discussed here today.

This also boosted the development of Su Malie’s auction house. From now on, after each item sold at the big data auction house, Heng Jin would be responsible for the protection and safe delivery of the items. They would also add a "cash on delivery" feature. All of this increased Su Malie’s business capability and expanded her auction house.

Jing Shu sat in the shareholders’ meeting, phone in hand, texting Yang Yang. "You’re capable, earning the travel expenses so early. It was you who promised Qian Duoduo the dehydrated vegetables, right?"

Yang Yang practically replied in a second, "How did you know? Didn’t that guy promise to keep it secret for me? I’ve been so broke recently I can hardly make ends meet. If I don’t pick up some jobs soon, I’m worried my grandfather might end up donating our old house. Sigh."

"He just mentioned someone was going to the United States to get this done, and now it’s fundraising time. I guessed it was you. What perks did Qian Duoduo promise you? Speaking of which, did you take on any other private tasks?" Jing Shu squinted; Yang Yang was certainly bold.

"How else are we going to get to the United States? By walking? By ship? We can only rely on Qian Duoduo to provide Fuel for the plane. COUGH, COUGH, out of necessity, Jing Shu. I also picked up some other odds and ends."

"What else?" Jing Shu had a bad feeling.

"Just a little bit, don’t worry. There’s not much danger this time. After all, we Huaxia people don’t like fighting and killing; we’re all about eating. The private tasks I took on are also related to that, so you can rest easy." Yang Yang’s lips curled into a slight smile. Anyway, as long as he got past Jing Shu for now, she would find out how thrilling this mission was once they got to the United States. He believed Jing Shu would enjoy this upcoming adventure.

"Ah, I’m really looking forward to it. When will this damn torrential rain end? I’m already getting moldy."

Jing Shu raised an eyebrow and pressed several more times, but Yang Yang refused to disclose what other tasks he had taken on. This only made Jing Shu more curious. Was that guy hiding something?

Never mind, she would find out eventually. If it was related to food and not about stealing important data from the United States, she probably wouldn’t be chased all over the world and attacked this time... Probably... right? Hopefully, that would be the case. After all, Jing Shu was a peace-loving person. She just wanted to get all sorts of unavailable materials. Oh right, she finally remembered—she had to hurry up and practice leveling up the Magic Cube. Damn, she had forgotten again... This level’s Magic Cube was toxic.

Qian Duoduo had taken care of matters at the Xishan Base, leaving Jing Shu burdened with an additional task. As everyone dispersed, the diligent Heng Jin had already brought a group of people to the exhibition hall. They started transporting the gifts Qian Duoduo gave away to their new owners’ homes. Among them, the recipient of the helicopter had yet to show up, and Jing Shu was curious who had the ability to acquire such an expensive gift.

Heng Jin just happened to be in charge of transporting Jing Shu’s precious cannon and the twelve-winged Deadly Grid.

The seldom-seen Heng Jin, who now sported a buzz cut, still had skin as dark as Bao Zheng’s from last year’s sun, despite the continuous downpours and darkness. In fact, most people were slowly changing due to the lack of sunlight; their complexions mostly pale and bloodless, or sallow from malnutrition.

Jing Shu’s family had sufficient nutrition and were nourished by the Spiritual Spring. Indeed, none of them had these issues. Their complexions alone indicated they were very healthy.

"What a coincidence, working for you again," Heng Jin said, showing his teeth. Aside from his initial surprise that today’s transport was for Jing Shu again, he soon regained his composure. He used to wonder: how could Jing Shu, a girl of modest means who was willing to testify for his 50,000 yuan before the apocalypse, have become so wealthy in the current apocalypse?

If transporting the mobile home a year ago had shocked and puzzled him, then Jing Shu’s presence at the shareholders’ meeting today as an invited member, and especially Qian Duoduo giving her such valuable gifts, made him suddenly understand. This person must have earned such respect through her own ability. Qian Duoduo certainly needed her for some purpose.

"Boss Heng, you sure have a way with words. I guess we’re even," Jing Shu replied.

Soon, the group traveled from West Mountain to the Banana District. Su Malie hopped and skipped back home to talk to her father. Jing Shu, however, had to watch the installation crew secure every point of the Deadly Grid, install it properly, and then test it multiple times, taking measurements to ensure the Deadly Grid achieved the anticipated effect. Updates are released by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥

Looking on with envy for a few moments, Heng Jin remarked, "Jing Shu, everything is set up. We’re heading back now. Just give me a shout if you need anything. Your mobile home is now fully equipped."

"Sure, I’ll call you if there’s anything," Jing Shu said.

After seeing off Heng Jin, Jing Shu adjusted the Deadly Grid herself, finding it even more useful than she’d imagined. It incorporated memory metal that bent into its previous shape according to the temperature, with a very small margin of error. As long as the temperature was right, there was no chance of failure, ensuring it would unfold within three seconds to enclose the mobile home without touching it, thus not endangering the safety inside. It was indeed a remarkable piece of technology.

The grid also featured several defense modes, among which Jing Shu valued the sleep mode most. It conserved electricity while sleeping, not wasting energy if no one touched the exterior. However, if someone attempted to tamper with it, the grid would sound an alarm and deliver an electric shock sufficient to stun a person.

Next year’s major earthquake would be a good time to test this feature. As long as no one came close or touched the mobile home, there would be no issues. This also served to ease Jing Shu’s worries.

To install the cannon, it had to be welded onto the front of the second floor, complete with an adjustable angle and a moving slot for vertical and horizontal adjustments. Once installed, the entire mobile home looked domineering, powerful, and inviolable, deterring anyone from even getting close.

Leaving aside whether it would actually be needed in the future, its deterrent effect alone was significantly stronger. After all, ordinary vehicles caused no fear, but who wouldn’t make way for a Tan Ke on the road, showing respect for its cannon? Bah! They were just afraid of being hit.

No sooner had the insecticide addressed Wu City’s pervasive insect problem than news flew as if on wings that the zombie deer carrying disease had infected Huaxia. Every day in Wu City, hundreds were infected with this virus, their flesh beginning to rot away piece by piece.