Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

Inside the temporary disaster relief command camp, Zhou Qingfeng sat at a simple wooden table, carefully reviewing the reports submitted by officials from various departments. Beside him, a servant busily organized the documents, prioritizing them according to their urgency, and then respectfully handed them to Zhou Qingfeng for his signature and approval.

Zhou Qingfeng has been working continuously for three days and three nights, devoting himself wholeheartedly to the disaster relief work.

This was the first time he had faced such a large-scale disaster. Although he lacked experience, he performed exceptionally well thanks to his own hardships in his youth. He had experienced a long escape from famine, which lasted for two hundred miles, during his youth. That experience not only tempered his will but also became the most valuable asset in his life.

Zhou Qingfeng knows that when people are in dire straits, the most important thing is to give them hope for life.

Without hope, people's hearts become desperate, like a bomb that could explode at any moment.

Faced with more than 30,000 undocumented immigrants, he took wise measures: those with minor injuries were evacuated directly, while those with serious injuries were provided with necessary medical assistance to ensure that they could temporarily save their lives.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, these people will not give up easily, and there will be no large-scale riots.

However, the real challenge lies in how to properly resettle these 10,000 legal urban residents.

This is not only a test of Zhou Qingfeng's abilities, but also a challenge to his leadership.

He knew that to win the hearts of the people, he had to understand the real needs of the disaster victims. Relying solely on written reports was far from enough. Only by personally going among the disaster victims could he truly understand their pain and expectations.

Zhou Qingfeng closed the report in his hand, rubbed his tired temples, and asked, "What time is it now?"

Holding his weapon, he bowed and replied, "Commander, it is now 3:45 PM."

"Come with me to see the temporary shelters for the disaster victims." Zhou Qingfeng put his hands behind his back and walked out resolutely.

Upon hearing this, Zhiqi immediately rushed out of the command camp and dispatched the guards stationed nearby to follow Zhou Qingfeng and ensure his safety. He personally led a team to clear the way, remove obstacles, and separate the onlookers.

Shouts of "The commander is here! Everyone make way! The commander is here! Everyone make way!" rose and fell.

At the same time, representatives of officials from various departments in charge of disaster relief also received the news. They put down their work and rushed to Zhou Qingfeng's side to accompany him to inspect the temporary housing for the disaster victims.

Zhou Qingfeng and his group made their way through the crowded throng to the temporary tent area.

The tents were packed tightly together, and the air was filled with an extremely unpleasant smell.

Upon hearing that the Fourth Young Master had arrived, tens of thousands of citizens who had suffered the disaster gathered there. The scene was packed with people, and if it weren't for the presence of soldiers maintaining order, Zhou Qingfeng would probably have been overwhelmed by the crowd.

Zhou Qingfeng walked into a tent where a family of five lived.

The whole family seemed surprised and excited to see Zhou Qingfeng come in person.

This famous fourth young master, his family had heard countless heroic legends about him, and had seen his appearance from afar, but had never been so close to him.

But the real person suddenly appeared in front of me, it was like a dream, it was unbelievable.

Zhou Qingfeng greeted them with a smile and inquired about their living conditions and specific needs.

"Are you having any difficulties? What kind of help do you need?" Zhou Qingfeng asked patiently.

The young man rushed excitedly to Zhou Qingfeng, bowed respectfully, and said, "Thank you for your concern, Commander Zhou. Under your command, we lack nothing, except..."

Zhou Qingfeng smiled slightly and reached out to support the young man's arm in a very approachable manner: "What is it? Just say it. Don't feel guilty. I'm here to solve your problems personally."

The young man looked up at the kind and amiable Zhou Qingfeng and felt a warm glow in his heart. His eyes even reddened. What a great figure the Fourth Young Master was, that he would condescend to think of a commoner like himself.

“Zhou Fushuai, this sudden disaster has caused many of us to lose our houses and most of our property. Moreover, everyone is injured and unable to work in the short term. We are all worried about how we will live in the future.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng smiled and comforted him, "It's alright, don't be sad. Money is just an external thing. As long as you're alive, everything can start over. If you trust me, I'll take care of it for you."

The young man responded excitedly, clasping his hands in a fist salute: "I believe in Commander Zhou, my whole family believes in him."

"We believe too!" shouted the crowd of townspeople surrounding the tent, raising their arms in unison.

Previously, the city's residents might have doubted Zhou Qingfeng's words, but ever since Zhou Qingfeng dispersed the unregistered residents and devoted resources to taking care of the city's residents, he has won the hearts of all the city's residents.

Many city residents have benefited from this, with no worries about food and drink, and simple yet warm housing. Many seriously injured people have also been able to receive proper treatment, thus avoiding death and disability. This is something that can be truly felt and cannot be faked.

Seeing the commotion, Zhou Qingfeng turned and walked out of the tent, smiling and gesturing for quiet.

The riotous crowd immediately quieted down, looking at Zhou Qingfeng with awe and waiting quietly for what he would say next.

The officials accompanying the inspection exchanged glances, secretly alarmed.

Zhou Qingfeng already wields such immense influence among these city residents!?

Zhou Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, seriously surveyed the crowd around him, and said loudly, "Don't worry, I promise you, I will definitely solve your housing problem, and in addition, I will give you a cash subsidy."

"But I need some time. Please trust me and wait patiently. It will definitely be settled within seven days. During this period, I will ensure that the daily necessities are distributed on time. Is that alright?"

"Good!!!" In an instant, tens of thousands of citizens cheered, applauded and shouted in unison, creating a tremendous atmosphere.

At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng's personal reputation is soaring, and the Zhou family and Yong'an City will also come into the sight of the city's residents. Talented people will inevitably take the initiative to serve under Zhou Qingfeng, and some city residents will also choose to leave their original household registration and move to Yong'an City to settle down, injecting high-quality fresh blood into Yong'an City.

This is tantamount to the powerful Sword Tower City and the First Family giving lifeblood to the weak Zhou Clan and Yong'an City, completely helping Zhou Qingfeng increase his overall strength. If it were anyone else, they would definitely be chopped up and fed to the dogs by the First Lady.

But Zhou Qingfeng was different. The First Lady had always intended to support her fourth son and had been investing heavily in him, nurturing him with all her might, hoping that he could become powerful as soon as possible.

Otherwise, how could Zhou Qingfeng dare to so blatantly win over the people and frantically boost his personal reputation?

After this battle, whatever Zhou Qingfeng does in the future, he will gain the support of tens of thousands of citizens. This enormous influence will become the most important bargaining chip on Zhou Qingfeng's path to power.