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When all of Western Australia had been completely occupied and the farms and ranches had begun to operate in an orderly manner again, a piece of good news arrived, or rather, a series of good news.
Berry had come over. And he brought with him seven Aircraft Carrier Battle Groups. Yes, he had packed up entire Aircraft Carrier Battle Groups and brought them along. However, these ships could not dock; they could only anchor in the ocean, waiting for reactivation. All personnel were being ferried by smaller boats.
At that moment, Zheng Yifan was at Hedland Port, busy preparing an authentic Australian steak.
It tasted much better than what he had eaten back home. He remembered once indulging himself on Valentine's Day with his girlfriend, spending hundreds of dollars only to end up with a meal that barely satisfied his hunger.
But now, the steak in his mouth was rich and succulent, so delicious that it felt like it could swallow his tongue. Just as he received the news, that detestable Berry actually walked over in person, completely ignoring Zheng Yifan's gaze and swaggering in with two beautiful women on his arms.
He looked just like a wealthy young master, which made Zheng Yifan's mouth twitch in irritation.
This fellow right in front of him was simply too infuriating; it was obvious he was showing off. Recently, Berry had been thriving and was even making waves worldwide with women; the number of ladies following him was nearing three digits. Now he still wasn't satisfied and was parading around with beauties by his side.
"Can't you be serious for once? We're discussing important matters here. What are you bringing your girls over for?" Zheng Yifan shot a glance at him while continuing to eat his steak.
"Come on, that's unfair! These two ladies are not ordinary people; they are engineers from our company and the main persons responsible for the Solar Photovoltaic Power Station project. You only see me flaunting them now but don’t know how hard I worked to win them over. I’ve cleared out all other women!" Berry said with a mournful expression.
It was during this conversation that Zheng Yifan learned that this playboy had finally found a sense of commitment. Although he still had two beautiful women by his side, he no longer chased after every flower and had recently been working hard. He had almost completed all the tasks Zheng Yifan had assigned him.
Especially regarding the Aircraft Carrier Battle Group; he treated it like a sacred mission and utilized all available resources to execute it diligently. His efforts bore fruit; now those Aircraft Carriers were already anchored outside Hedland Port, ready for battle at any moment.
The battle systems on the Aircraft Carriers were fully operational; the only thing lacking was qualified pilots. The pilots for Aircraft Carriers were different from regular pilots; they had to undergo rigorous training and be among the elite to qualify for service on an Aircraft Carrier.
Currently, there are no pilots who have surrendered.
However, that is enough. Zheng Yifan needs deterrence to ensure that those countries and leaders of new forces behave themselves. An Aircraft Carrier is merely a show of force; when it comes to actual combat, it is far less reliable than a Machine Gun.
After all, the final battle against the Zombies will inevitably be a ground assault.
The tens of thousands of security personnel, along with the newly recruited guards, are what he is most optimistic about.
In Australia, forty thousand young recruits have already signed up, all willing to follow Zheng Yifan into battle against the Zombies.
Of course, Zheng Yifan's promises have made them even more enthusiastic.
They can gain wealth they never dared to imagine before. Mansions? They are everywhere; estates and luxurious homes abound in every city, not to mention the enticing farms waiting for them.
Those farms are worth more than mansions when exchanged. However, they know that food and meat will be the most valuable commodities in the future—like a hen that lays golden eggs. Who would want to give up a farm for a mansion?
Now, everything is clearly priced, and they can earn their money after the war ends, allowing them to purchase properties they could only dream of before from their Boss.
As for those properties that already have owners or the surviving original asset holders, they will continue to possess their belongings but will need to pay a tax—roughly equivalent to their annual net income.
Of course, these individuals can only grit their teeth and accept it. Because for the next five years, they will be completely tax-exempt. In other words, compared to before, they are just paying taxes now while acquiring properties that others may not have in the future.
Thus, most of those participating in the war are from the proletariat or low-income groups. Those who once possessed abundant resources can now live well; they no longer need to worry about death or the Zombies.
They just didn't realize how precious the opportunity they were about to waste was.
In front of the dock at Heideland, a long line was forming at the recruitment office. Each line had thousands of people, which was almost unheard of in Australia, a country with a population of only tens of millions. How could they have ever witnessed such a scene? But now, it was perfectly normal. Those who had lost their fortunes were naturally eager to make money, and even those with some wealth wanted to become richer. Moreover, with so many people turning into Zombies, it was inevitable that a group would rise to wealth. Given this situation, they certainly came to enlist.
Only the original farmers and ranchers could leisurely enjoy life; their future wouldn't be too difficult because they possessed the most important resource in this apocalypse: food.
"Hey! Plank, you already own a medium-sized ranch. Why are you still joining the military? You know that means fighting Zombies, and people die doing that," said a lazy rancher outside the crowd, eyeing a bearded man in his forties standing in line.
This man was a rancher with a vast expanse of land. Now, he surprisingly picked up weapons to defend his land and wanted to join this suddenly formed army.
"No! I only have a medium-sized ranch; that's not enough land. I have three sons and one daughter. The big rancher from July Flower Ranch has turned into a Zombie, and his entire massive ranch is now ownerless. I want to join the military to achieve something and take that ranch for myself!" Plank said, holding a crumpled cigarette in his mouth and taking puffs. This was one of his few remaining cigarettes; tobacco companies had stopped production, so there was nowhere to buy more.
Only a thousand leftover cigarettes had been sorted out. Without achieving something, how could he afford to buy anything? He didn't even have money for cigarettes—waiting for the calves to grow up? That would take at least half a year!
However, since the world changed, ranching had become easier. The calves were growing well and were less prone to illness. It was easy to imagine that when he returned from military service, those hundreds of calves at home would surely be grown up. (To be continued.)
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