Many residents in the Binhuo area moved to buildings that have not yet been fully completed, hoping to spend the difficult winter. In the past few years, when the temperature was reached, the tent was basically useless, and the cold air was everywhere. In addition, the lack of food made the Storm tribe far away from hope.

The first person to move to the building this winter was the workers. They suddenly realized how good it was to not go home every night, and they could hide from the cold here. Later, their family gradually arrived.

Fei Mingyang reported this to Zhao Hui. It was actually very simple to drive away the tribe members, but this kind of weather could not be done in terms of conscience. But Mr. Zhao lived in a tent, and even if the tribe members were squeezed into the headquarters building, he could not see them.

Zhao Hui lazily raised his eyelids and said tiredly: "As long as it does not affect your construction, let them!"

Fei Mingyang was a little anxious, "Why doesn't it affect? ​​Thousands of people are like vegetable markets."

Zhao Hui thought for a while, stood up and said to him, "I'll go and have a look."

He Jie quickly walked in front and opened the curtain to let Mr. Zhao go out. In fact, he secretly sent his family to the headquarters building and did not report to Mr. Zhao. The family's conditions were so bad that even the little horse who had turned back into a human form could not stand it.

If the Storm tribe has thick warm clothing like humans, this temperature is nothing, but most Storm people are exposed. Whenever the cold wind lifts up the tent, it is equivalent to exposing them to the cold air.

Zhao Hui followed Hejie and Fei Mingyang to the headquarters building.

The majestic five-story building appears out of thin air in the northwest of the circular square, while the main building is surrounded by more than ten three-story annexed houses.

Even though these houses had doors and windows, the stormmen brought the tent to the open space in the building. Some people even tore through the tent and nailed the windows to prevent the cold wind from blowing in.

Zhao Hui walked seriously on the first floor of the main building with a stern face. Almost all places where people could stay were "occupied" by Storm families, leaving a winding and very dirty walkway in the middle.

He tiptoed and walked carefully to the second floor, and then to the third floor. Except for the fifth floor on the top, no one set up camp, each floor was the same as in the hall.

Fei Mingyang and the person in charge here kept their heads down, not knowing how to explain to Mr. Zhao. The headquarters building, even Mr. Zhao himself, was made like this by his tribe before he even moved in, and there was no explanation at all.

Zhao Hui said calmly: "When will the fifth floor be renovated?"

"As the temperature is low, the progress will be much slower, and it will take at least two months." Fei Mingyang said to Mr. Zhao.

"Is it decorating from this floor downward?" Zhao Hui asked again.

Fei Mingyang nodded, then shook his head, "It was originally going to be from bottom to top, but..."

Perhaps these tribe members who broke in had disrupted the plan. In addition, Mr. Zhao was too busy for a while and had not asked about it, so Fei Mingyang didn't know what to do, so he delayed it again and again and again and ended up like this.

He felt distressed and didn't know how Mr. Zhao would blame him.

“How is the highway progress?”

He Jie quickly introduced: "Minister Zhou came two days ago, but you have been resting so he didn't disturb him."

Zhao Hui nodded slightly and looked worried, as if he had missed something.

He Jie asked carefully and said, "Go and come to him now?"

Zhao Hui immediately waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'll go and have a look later."

He Jie nodded and took a step back. Fei Mingyang exchanged glances with him, hoping to get help from Mr. Zhao's assistant.

Zhao Hui stood at the fifth floor window and looked southwest. It was the territory of Yufang District. After the other party sent someone to provoke him last time, he was as quiet as if he did not exist in the past few months. This kind of quietness was not normal.

He sighed a long sigh, hoping that the other party planned the matter only targeted himself individually rather than ordinary people in the entire Binhuo District. He would not say how great he was, but he was just forced to move forward step by step with the tide, and could not give up the protection of the Binhuo District tribes.

Speaking of protection, if the people who broke into the building were driven out this time, talk about protection?

"Hejie will inform all ministers to see me at the base camp tonight." Zhao Hui turned his head, his eyes swept across Fei Mingyang's face, and finally fell on Hejie's face.

"Okay!" Hejie nodded.

Fei Mingyang didn't know what Mr. Zhao's evaluation of his work, and he was completely unsure but it was not convenient to test too much.

The group walked to the first floor, and Zhao Hui went toward the base camp without stopping any more.

Fei Mingyang was very nervous and kept thinking about what to do.

"I don't think Mr. Zhao will blame you..." He Jie smiled slightly, patted Fei Mingyang on the shoulder and then quickly left.

That night, all the ministers and important personnel from his subordinates gathered in Zhao Hui's tent again, and it was almost a month since the last meeting.

It is now in late winter, and dozens of people are crowded in tents, drinking hot water and eating hot food, which looks extremely enjoyable. But the minister and the team leaders are a little cold. Mr. Zhao has not appeared as often as before recently, and he rarely sees his smile again.

There are rumors below that he has evolved into a illusionist, so he has wings growing behind him. There is no airtight wall in the world. He was also the big unicorn at the construction site of the new headquarters the last time. Everyone in the Binku District thinks so.

Not to mention ordinary people, even these Stormmen with strong abilities who are present today would not dare to say a word in front of him. If you are lucky, they will theoretically evolve to Mr. Zhao’s level one day, but that will happen decades or even hundreds of years later. Whether you can live that long will be a problem.

"Are you all here?"

"Minister of Defense..." He Jie began to name the name. Even if Mr. Zhao could see it, the assistant's duty was to do things more meticulously.

Wei Hao replied in a powerful voice: "Come!"

Then came Fei Mingyang, Zhou Ming and Yu Tianlei, all arrived.

An Liu rarely left Mr. Zhao before, but now she feels that she is getting farther and farther away from him. Mr. Zhao has a weird temper and doesn't know what happened. Today she stays in the corner. If Mr. Zhao has nothing to do, she just needs to stay quietly.

When everyone calmed down a little, Zhao Hui said, "We will discuss some things when we are here."

No one spoke below, saying it was a discussion, but in fact, every word Mr. Zhao was an order, just execute it.

Zhao Hui looked at everyone and knew that they were very restrained, but he didn't want to deliberately break the atmosphere and just let it go.

"Transportation, safety, accounting, housing and construction, trade.... Yes! And the Minister of Industry far away in Orange District, you are all my right-hand men..."

Wei Haoqiang asked in surprise: "Minister of Industry?"

There have always been five ministers in the Binhuo District. When will there be an additional minister of industry?

Zhao Hui raised his head slightly to look at everyone present, lowered his head again and said to himself: "Cui Xiping now controls the entire Orange District and serves as the Minister of Industry and Energy."

Knowing that Yu Tianlei is from Orange District, Wei Haoqiang asked him in a low voice: "The industry and energy in Orange District are very developed?"
Chapter completed!