Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1214: Chapter 698: The Old Man and the Gift on Ginkgo Mountain

Speaking of this, Yan Chunmi and the others immediately perked up; this is what it looks like to embark on a grand enterprise.

Following this new boss, their future was far more than just being spies!

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Just after the cockroaches left, someone from the Garrison Camp immediately poked their head over the wall, cautiously observing the outside.

While watching, the soldier sneaking a look met Qing Chen’s gaze.

In contrast, the soldiers inside the wall were clean, while Qing Chen and the others outside looked like refugees after fighting for eight days, their faces grimy, and their clothes tattered.

The soldier asked through the wall, “Where are the cockroaches? Are they all gone?”

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, “Yes, they’re all gone, we’ve driven them away!”

“What about the rats?” the soldier asked again.

Hearing the noise inside, Qing Chen directly said, “We are soldiers of the Federation Army, here to rescue you, please open the door!”

Someone inside exclaimed, “The Federation Army is finally here, quick, open the door!”

As they spoke, the gate to the Garrison Camp opened, but these people were too timid, daring not to step out, only sticking out half their bodies to beckon Qing Chen and the others inside.

Qing Chen smiled and didn’t mind, directly stepping in, with Yan Chunmi and the others following closely.

Once inside the camp, they were all dazzled.

The political figures of the 10th city in suits and ties came out of the barracks.

Qing Chen glanced and was stunned; the President, Vice President, Secretary of State… were all there!

Not only that, but officials from the Agricultural Committee, Commercial Committee, and Ministry of Finance were all brought here too.

Plus 12 Senators from the Senate, and 37 Representatives from the House.

Actors and socialites dressed in fur and gowns followed behind these officials, totaling over a hundred people.

Qing Chen was amazed by this scene; the harvest here was greater than imagined!

He scrutinized the President, whose face was stern and hair was neatly combed back and gray yet meticulous, looking like a weathered… veteran actor.

Admittedly, this President named “Ning Zhiyuan” has an impressive presence, naturally exuding an aura of authority.

To say this President truly lacks presence, when no one mentions him, everyone even thought the Federation had no President; not to mention the big figures in the consortium, someone like Yan Chunmi might have never put the President in their eyes.

However, the public believes in the President, as long as you can make these people listen obediently, you can even achieve the effect of “using the emperor to command the princes.”

After all, no matter if you ignore the President, he is still the legitimate authority of the Federation at this moment.

Qing Chen even wanted to thank the cockroaches; if these cockroaches hadn’t made The First District their territory preventing the rat tide from coming, he wouldn’t have gained such a harvest.

Perhaps, the old man on Ginkgo Mountain never imagined what kind of gift he sent to Qing Chen…

Wait, Qing Chen paused, suddenly asking, “How come so many of you survived without being threatened by the rat tide?”

“Are you cursing us?” a senator grimaced, scrutinizing Qing Chen and the others, lacking military insignia and shoulder patches, unable to confirm which army they were from.

Qing Chen explained, “I’m just asking, because the city is now particularly tragic, just looking at us, you know how tough it is, so everyone, please don’t leave the camp temporarily, after the city is cleared, an army will come to inform you. You haven’t answered yet, how did so many survive? Did you know the disaster was coming in advance?”

The President said kindly, “Young man, we did not know about the disaster. When the disaster came, we all received an invitation from Mr. Qing Kun to attend a charity banquet at his mansion in the 10th city. However, Mr. Qing Kun himself did not attend, and his whereabouts are unknown. There were protests in the city, so he borrowed some garrison troops to protect the safety of the banquet, and that’s how we were spared.”

Qing Chen suddenly sighed inwardly.

He had just marveled that perhaps the old man on Ginkgo Mountain didn’t expect so many people to survive.

But it turns out, everything was arranged by the man.

The man sat on Ginkgo Mountain thousands of kilometers away, yet calculated everything perfectly to deliver it to Qing Chen.

But the problem Qing Chen couldn’t figure out was that on the day of the banquet, Qing Chen only guessed at midnight that the rat tide was about to erupt.

If the old man wanted to use the banquet to gather these people and save their lives, it required knowing 6-8 hours, or even more time in advance, that the rat tide would erupt.

Does the old man have the ability to foresee things?

Is it because he had already sensed the rat tide’s movement in the 10th city, or because of… a certain taboo?

For some reason, Qing Chen suddenly felt like every step of his was orchestrated by the man.

Since crossing over, he hadn’t even met the man, yet felt like he was right there in his life.

From the earliest 18th prison to the present 10th city, the old man had never appeared, yet was always present.

Another explicit strategy, the old man used Qing Kun’s name to invite these people, clearly showing his stance: you now know this political leverage is a gift I’ve given you, do you want it or not?