Wasteland Border Inspector-Chapter 259 - 118: The Wanderer’s Might, Outer City Plan! (Part 2)
Jiang Chuan tightened his grip on the document: "But the Outer City has no fortifications, what if a Fog Cave appears? There are so many people, there are bound to be infected bodies."
"The Blood Dragon Corps will fully retract, and all retired soldiers and guards will be conscripted to the front line. Additionally, half of the Cross Legion will be deployed to build a defensive circle outside."
Ding Yishan mused as he spoke, "There’s definite risk, but it’s better than having hundreds of thousands stuck outside. If chaos breaks out, forget about the Buffer Zone; even the Inner City will suffer."
"Moreover, the plan looks risky, but it’s a last resort. The real negotiation now is about how to build, how to stabilize the people, and how to ensure risk reduction. These are the crucial points."
Ding Yishan fired off questions like a machine gun, his gaze fixed on Jiang Chuan’s face.
Jiang Chuan was utterly stunned, his mind paused for a moment, eventually showing a familiar blank expression.
Like a Defense Communication console that suddenly crashes while being operated.
Alright.
Ding Yishan sighed inwardly, realizing that asking Jiang Chuan about such matters was somewhat excessive. Even if he were to think about it, it felt like his brain might explode, with no clear starting point.
"You go and take a rest first. I need to continue organizing these proposals; there’s a meeting tomorrow morning."
"Understood, Sir!"
Jiang Chuan snapped back to reality, woodenly turning and walking out the door.
Despite being a Half-Step Extraordinary, his steps were slightly unsteady.
However, as Ding Yishan lowered his head to review the proposals, there was another knock on the door.
"Come in."
The door opened, and Jiang Chuan walked back in.
"What’s the matter?"
"Sir, should we notify Inspector Cheng about this information?"
"Notify him?" Ding Yishan habitually furrowed his brows, "He’s just an intern, knowing all this..."
The words suddenly stopped on his lips.
Under Jiang Chuan’s gaze, Ding Yishan’s brows gradually relaxed, revealing a thoughtful expression.
And this expression, initially faint, deepened within seconds.
"Alright, inform him."
"Then should I..."
"Come here, take a seat here and inform him for me." Ding Yishan stood up, vacating the large office chair.
"Huh?"
"No worries, I’m suddenly curious. If our Inspector Cheng knows these things, will he have any constructive opinions?"
Ding Yishan intentionally emphasized "Inspector Cheng," with a hint of inscrutable meaning in his eyes.
"Come on, aren’t you familiar with him? Are you afraid to ask him something for me?"
"I..."
Jiang Chuan still seemed bewildered, "Sir, are you serious, or..."
"Would I joke about it?"
Ding Yishan made a gesture of invitation, turned around, and pulled up a reclining chair, comfortably leaning by the window, gazing at the lights of the checkpoint outside, "I’ve let you sit at the station head’s seat, just think of yourself as the station head and ask as you please."
Eh, interesting!
With his train of thought opened, Ding Yishan shook his head slightly.
This youngster, being able to recognize a Guardian Extraordinary shows he’s bold yet meticulous.
Having said at the conference the need to develop young talents, it’s normal to test him now.
Of course, Ding Yishan wouldn’t admit that he harbored a vague expectation towards the Cheng Family.
He was curious to see what this Inspector Cheng, who could cause quite a stir even during his internship, would have to say in the face of the chaos brought by hundreds of thousands of migrants.
...
"Exactly, fifty thousand!"
As soon as Jiang Chuan finished speaking, he immediately added, "Fifty thousand is just an estimate, the actual number depends on the wanderer’s routes."
"Based on the latest feedback analysis, the number of people influenced by Firewood far exceeds six hundred. Currently, the tallied number is over ten thousand, and the wanderer’s ability goes far beyond merely triggering action power. It’s more like reinforcing human expectations for ’change.’"
"Expectations for change?"
Cheng Ye repeated, pondering, "Does it amplify the benefits that change could bring while diminishing the assessment of risks?"
"Yes, you’re right."
Jiang Chuan, somewhat surprised, instinctively turned to look at Ding Yishan.
The latter, expressionless, lay back in his reclining chair, just lightly nodded, signaling him to continue.
"After being influenced in this way, coupled with the survival pressure brought by Void Mist, the migrants will believe that Happiness City is the only way out. This belief is infinitely reinforced, even if they know there might be danger ahead, they will surge forward regardless. So the actual number may well exceed fifty thousand."
"More than fifty thousand?"
Although Cheng Ye kept his voice low, a thread of obvious shock was still discernible in his tone.
He couldn’t help but be shocked.
This is no longer a matter of whether the checkpoint is busy, but involves the entire system stability of Happiness City.
Because even if the checkpoint is at full capacity, it cannot handle such a massive inflow of people.
And let’s not forget, the Void Mist hasn’t disappeared and unpredictable chaos could arise at any moment.
With so many people outside the Buffer Zone, even a small riot would potentially require military suppression?
The moment gunfire erupts, the reputation of Happiness City would be utterly destroyed, and forget about new people or caravans arriving.
"Can’t the wanderer be eliminated?"
Cheng Ye finished, then amended, "Since we already have a track on him, could we find a way to redirect him to other areas? Even slowing down the migration pace would help."
The influx of people is actually a good thing.
But fifty thousand, or even more... has far exceeded the carrying capacity of Happiness City.
However, if we could guide the wanderer’s route, keeping the daily migration numbers to five or six thousand, at most ten thousand, it would give Happiness City some breathing room.
