Apocalypse: I Have A Multiplier System - Chapter 214

Chapter 214: Chapter 214: Hybrid Plantation

Dong Shin fell into a deep thought and muttered unconsciously,

“Now I only have to deal with that Boss Su. Let’s make a plan to deal with her.”

Thinking so, Dong Shin called his trusted subordinate and started to discuss the plan to deal with Boss Su.

Unbeknownst to him, a figure hidden at a certain distance from him was hearing everything.

After some time, Dong Shin was called by the chairman of CMC.

Dong Shin adjusted his military uniform, brushing imaginary dust from the lapels as he strode into the towering CMC headquarters.

He entered the chairman’s office, his expression carefully neutral.

But the moment his eyes fell on Liu Feng, his composure faltered, replaced by a flicker of disdain.

Liu Feng stood to the side, his posture relaxed but commanding.

Young, capable, and exuding quiet confidence, he was everything Dong Shin despised.

Seated behind a massive desk was Wang Qingshan.

“General Dong,” Wang Qingshan greeted without looking up from the papers spread across his desk.

“Take a seat. We have urgent matters to discuss.”

Dong Shin sat, forcing himself to ignore Liu Feng’s presence.

“As you’re both aware,” Wang Qingshan began, “our hybrid plantation initiative is on the brink of failure. Despite the resources poured into it, no significant progress has been made. Crops aren’t growing, and the soil in our designated zones remains infertile.”

Dong Shin crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair.

“Chairman, with all due respect, it’s time to reconsider this project. We’re wasting valuable funds and manpower chasing a pipe dream.”

Wang Qingshan’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t interrupt. Dong Shin continued, his voice steady and persuasive.

“Instead of clinging to this failing experiment, why not leverage our existing relationships? Boss Su has access to advanced resources, including food supplies.

We could negotiate with her to provide vegetables, sparing us the effort and cost of these plantations. In return, we offer her something invaluable: land.”

“Land?” Liu Feng’s voice cut through the room like a blade.

“Yes. But for each square meter of land she rents she will have to give 1 kg of vegetables”

Liu Feng had remained silent until now, but Dong Shin’s proposal compelled him to speak.

“You’re suggesting we trade one kilogram of vegetables for one square foot of land as rent? That’s nothing short of extortion, General Dong.”

Dong Shin’s lips curled into a smirk.

“Extortion? It’s a fair trade in our world. Land is scarce and precious. Boss Su would recognize its value.”

Liu Feng stepped forward, his eyes narrowing.

“Even if Boss Su had vegetables to trade—which she doesn’t—that deal would still be unreasonable.

The supermarket in her base may have food items we’ve long considered extinct, but fresh vegetables remain elusive, even for her.

And if she did have them, do you really think she’d entertain such a lopsided deal?”

The room grew tense as Dong Shin’s expression darkened. He rose from his seat, his voice dripping with mockery.

“Liu Feng, your loyalty to Boss Su is admirable—perhaps too admirable. Tell me, are you considering leaving the military to join her base? Or have you already made arrangements behind our backs?”

Liu Feng’s jaw tightened, but he kept his composure.

“My loyalty lies with the military and the survival of humanity. Unlike you, I don’t believe in exploiting alliances to gain temporary advantages.”

The two generals stood face to face now, their gazes locked in a silent battle.

“Enough!” Wang Qingshan’s voice cut through the tension like a gunshot. He slammed a hand on his desk, causing both men to turn their attention to him.

“This petty bickering solves nothing. Sit down—both of you.”

Reluctantly, Dong Shin and Liu Feng resumed their seats, though the animosity between them was palpable.

Wang Qingshan exhaled heavily and began listing the challenges facing the hybrid plantation project.

“The primary issue is the soil itself. Decades of contamination from the zombie virus have rendered most arable land infertile.

Our scientists are struggling to neutralize the virus’s effects while simultaneously enriching the soil for planting.”

He gestured to a report on his desk.

“Second, we lack superhumans with plant-related abilities. Those with such powers are either untrained or unwilling to cooperate with the military, preferring to stay within their own communities. Without them, progress is stagnant.”

Dong Shin scoffed.

“So we’re relying on a handful of gifted individuals who may or may not show up to save us? That’s hardly a strategy, Chairman.”

Wang Qingshan ignored the comment and continued.

“Third, even if we overcome the soil issue and recruit the necessary talent, there’s the matter of pests.

Mutated insects and other creatures have adapted to the post-virus world, making them a significant threat to any crops we manage to grow.”

Liu Feng nodded thoughtfully.

“And we can’t ignore the logistical challenges. Transporting resources to the plantations and guarding them from zombie hordes is draining our manpower.

Even if we succeed, maintaining these plantations long-term will require more resources than we currently have.”

Wang Qingshan leaned back in his chair, his hands steepled under his chin.

“This is the reality we face. The hybrid plantation project is crucial, but its failure is imminent without drastic changes. We need solutions, not squabbling.”

Dong Shin leaned forward, his tone measured but firm.

“Chairman, I stand by my suggestion. Let’s abandon this doomed project and focus on securing resources through alliances.

Boss Su may not have vegetables now, but she controls significant trade networks. If we negotiate effectively—”

“Negotiate?” Liu Feng interjected, his voice rising.

“You mean to bully her into submission. That’s your plan, isn’t it? Use intimidation to extract what we need. It won’t work, General Dong. Boss Su isn’t the type to be coerced.”

Dong Shin glared at Liu Feng, his fists clenching.

“And what’s your grand solution, Liu Feng? Continue pouring money into a failing project while people starve? Brilliant strategy.”

“That’s enough!” Wang Qingshan snapped, his patience wearing thin. He stood, his presence commanding.

“You both have valid points, but this is not the time for division. The hybrid plantation project must be reevaluated, not abandoned. As for Boss Su, we will engage her diplomatically, not exploitatively.”