I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Wang Ming laughed and said, "General Ye alone is enough. They have enough experience. If I, a clerk, go, I will only cause trouble."

Yan Ziming gave him a meaningful look. "It seems that District Chief Wang is quite experienced in this!"

"Yes...this has become the norm, it's just a matter of degree. In the beginning, more than ten incidents happened every day, but we've gotten used to it over time."

Wang Ming sighed at the hardships of the past few years. While the management system for these refugees had improved, it was still difficult to reduce the pressure to the same level as other cities, which was why he was so eager to make improvements.

Now, everyone within the system sees being transferred here as a form of 'cold storage'. It's basically impossible to achieve political success and get promoted here; otherwise, he wouldn't have been stuck in the same position for five years as district head.

.............

"Shut up, all of you! Just the few of you! Don't you understand? Do I have to show you with my actions?"

"Separate the crowd and set up a cordon!"

"The translator's here? Tell him to come over right now and listen to what these guys are arguing about!"

"Shut up, be quiet—!"

Ye Sheng shouted at the scene several times to no avail, so he simply snatched the microphone from his subordinate and roared, "Shut up!!!"

It doesn't matter if you don't understand the major languages ​​spoken in the world today, but this sentence is sure to be understood by most people present, and the noise immediately subsided.

Where is the translator?

"Here it comes, here it comes."

Several middle-aged men rushed over, but they were clearly not Chinese. Instead, they were intermediaries selected and trained by China from among the refugees to maintain communication between the two sides.

After listening to both sides' statements, the translators concluded that the incident was essentially a religious dispute that led to an illegal gathering.

The conflict arose because someone was selling items that violated religious doctrine in the mall. Both sides had their own version of events, and the most annoying thing was that they couldn't understand each other's language, which led to the current situation.

Suddenly, Yan Ziming saw someone outside through the car window. His expression immediately changed, and he sat up straighter.

"District Chief Wang, could you bring that person over for me? I want to ask him some questions."

107. To put it bluntly

That's roughly how it is.

The translator explained the situation to Ye Sheng in broken Chinese, and Ye Sheng sighed helplessly.

It's true that the Chinese leadership took in these refugees with the intention of replenishing the population, but they can't just take in anyone! Religious disputes are the most troublesome issues.

However, he couldn't possibly fathom the intentions of those above him; he had no choice but to obediently do his job.

Ye Sheng said to the translator:

"Tell them to stop their illegal gathering immediately. Shopping malls are places to meet everyone's shopping needs. What they sell, as long as it doesn't violate Chinese law, is not a problem! No one has the right to stop them! Anyone who continues to cause trouble should be arrested!"

With Yan Ziming here, he wasn't afraid of these refugees inciting a public outcry because of their numbers. Even if there were superhumans, it wouldn't matter; he could suppress them all with one hand.

Moreover, the rapid reaction force has also arrived, with a number that is no less than that of the refugees, and is ready to go.

Ye Sheng speaks directly and clearly, stating his points definitively without leaving any room for negotiation.

This is Chinese soil. I don't care what religion you believe in or what your doctrines are. You all have to follow the local rules!

The translator, sweating profusely, read the words aloud in both languages.

As expected, the side whose doctrines were in conflict became unhappy, and hundreds of people immediately raised their hands in protest. The other side took this as a signal that they were about to take action, so they also shouted loudly. The two groups of people, which were originally a little distance apart, were about to collide in an instant.

"Quiet! Quiet! If this continues, we will take legal action to detain you!"

"There's a superhuman there, about to attack! Subdue him!"

"Suppress those with superpowers first, then suppress ordinary people!"

The communication channels were thrown into chaos almost instantly, with various commands being transmitted in a crossfire. Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Ye Sheng wanted to quickly get the people who had just arrived to provide support to quell the situation.

Boom!

At the same time, the refugees present seemed to hear a deafening thunderclap, which almost turned their brains into mush, their vision filled with blinding sparks of electricity, and their minds went completely blank.

"?"

The troops that were just about to begin the crackdown were stunned. Why did these refugees, who had started fighting on cue, suddenly become as still as zombies?

Ye Sheng reacted quickly and shouted to the stunned soldiers:

"What are you standing there for! Arrest them! Arrest the ones who are shouting the loudest, then take these troublemakers to register them, put them on the blacklist, and do whatever you need to do!"

The group then realized what was happening and, while the refugees were still in a daze, arrested those who needed to be arrested and subdued those who needed to be subdued, and the riot was quickly suppressed.

While still shocked, Ye Sheng didn't forget the strange request Yan Ziming had made earlier. He glanced around the crowd, called over Liu Deshun, and pointed him in a direction.

When all the troublemakers were put into police cars and driven to the detention center, a young man who looked to be around twenty years old was different and was escorted by Liu Deshun to the car in front of Yan Ziming.

"μ·dua>>?a·?aeSoèμ,,aeμ·a>>?a"

The young man shouted angrily, trying to attract attention, but everyone else was already detained and had no time to pay attention to him.

"An Asian?" Yan Ziming looked at him with a smile.

The man was stunned when he saw Yan Ziming. He never expected that this person would be sitting in the car, and he was even playing with snakes!

“c?+aeoe‰é(TM)?”

"Should I call the translator over?" Wang Ming asked.

Yan Ziming shook his head, "No need, I've already seen him."

Upon hearing this, the young man's eyes instantly showed a hint of surprise, and his expression changed involuntarily. Yan Ziming saw all of this.

"Alright, stop pretending. You actually understand Chinese and can speak it, am I right, sir?"

Yan Ziming exposed his pretense word by word, and his face immediately filled with terror.

"Comrade Yan Ziming, do you know him?"

“I wouldn’t say I know him, I’ve only seen him before. This guy’s identity is a bit suspicious. He should be a remnant of some fallen organization. Take him back and let the intelligence agencies investigate him carefully.”

Wang Ming gave the young man a deep look, then gave Liu Deshun a signal, and Liu immediately grabbed the young man and put him in the car.

The reason she called this young man 'Waiter' was because a few years ago, when she was on Mu Mu's cruise ship, he was the waiter who was stopped by Mu Mu to ask for directions, but was so timid that he didn't even dare to raise his head.

At the time, Yan Ziming didn't think much of it, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt more and more that there was something wrong with this guy.

After destroying the Singer's Organization's headquarters, Yan Ziming discovered that the tattoo on this guy's arm was actually from the Singer's Organization. Later, when he asked some special agencies to look for him, the guy had already disappeared.

At this moment, Ye Sheng also returned. Looking at the person who had been detained, he asked Yan Ziming, "You said... this person is a remnant of some organization?"

Yan Ziming glanced at Wang Ming, who immediately covered his ears and closed his eyes, saying, "I can't hear anything."

Finding his self-deceptive behavior somewhat amusing, Yan Ziming mouthed "Singer" to Ye Sheng.

"Them?!" Ye Sheng looked back in surprise. The young man had already been taken away by express escort.

"That's right. They've clearly set their sights on this chaotic place to seek development, exploit contradictions to create conflict, and secretly recruit soldiers to strengthen themselves. They've probably already won over quite a few people. Perhaps they've already done it openly in other countries."

"Remember this, don't let this place become a breeding ground for them or some underground organization."

Yan Ziming gave Ye Sheng a meaningful look, and Ye Sheng immediately broke out in a cold sweat and quickly agreed.

If Yan Ziming's prediction comes true, then he, as the person directly in charge, will be completely dismissed, and might even end up in jail.

After readily agreeing, Ye Sheng added a slightly ulterior motive to Yan Ziming's words:

"Well, Comrade Yan Ziming, it's just that... undertaking this unexpected work requires extra manpower and resources, right? Look at the current situation, we really can't spare any more people. What do you think...?"

"Why are you looking at me? Do you think I'm going to send people down here for you?" Yan Ziming asked back with a smile.

"Uh, well—I'll just be frank, I just hope you can say a few words to our leaders. This place is becoming a second battlefield, so the rear should give us more support, right?"

Yan Ziming's eyes revealed a triumphant look, and he said with a wicked smile, "Finally, they've shown their true colors. Fine, I'll talk to them tonight. Whether they listen or not is none of my business."

"It's nothing, it's nothing. I'm glad you're willing to help. Thank you. If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know. I'll definitely help if it's within my power."

Ye Sheng bowed and scraped, treating Yan Ziming like a leader, while Wang Ming in the back of the car smiled with relief.

"If there's nothing else, then I'll take my leave."

"Is it here? Or shall we take you there?"

"No need, I'll just wander around by myself."

"Okay, then take care."

He opened the car door, got out of the car, and did it all in one smooth motion.

"Hmph hmph hmph~ hmph hmph~ la la la~ la~ la la~"

Having experienced the power and prestige of officialdom, Yan Ziming hummed a song as he walked through the chaotic crowd, witnessing the myriad aspects of human nature.

She always felt that this group of refugees might be a ticking time bomb...

108. A product eliminated by the times

Before the apocalypse, China had the most outbound tourists, with an average of hundreds of millions of tourists visiting the same tourist attractions each year.

There are many famous tourist attractions in the world. When people travel abroad, they will think of the most prosperous metropolises such as the capital of the country, while those dirty and chaotic places will be ignored.

However, when it comes to tourist attractions that are dirty and chaotic, yet have a certain international reputation, and are frequently visited by Chinese people...