When Zhao Qianju entered the tent arranged by the command center, Shi Zehong had already been waiting there for quite some time.

To be honest.

Zhao Qianju had been working at the construction site for almost a month, yet this was his first time stepping onto the grounds of Fire Camp.

Although Fire Camp is quite close to the construction site of the Life Experiment Base, separated by only a cliff that takes about ten minutes to traverse via a gentle slope.

Yet, at least among the refugee workers, it seems no one has ever been invited to come here.

Compared to the Life Experiment Base, the vigilance of Fire Camp Main Base is even more stringent.

Not only do tall and well-equipped warriors patrol the perimeter periodically, but also various kinds of peculiar machinery can often be seen bustling along the main road of the valley.

Even during his time as a tailor in Donglin City, the liveliest market he witnessed was nowhere near as bustling as this place.

As a result, he couldn't help but feel a bit tense—after all, he was just an ordinary person, with slightly more life experience than the average refugee, but still very limited.

Of course.

This is also the reason the organization chose him this time.

Otherwise, someone too smart might not be suitable to become a qualified worker....ahem, right?

Accompanying Zhao Qianju to Fire Camp was also Political Officer Huang Liansheng, who gestured for him to go inside alone after bringing him to the tent:

"Brother Zhao, I won't go in with you, relax your shoulders, the organization calling you is a good thing."

Zhao Qianju nodded somewhat awkwardly, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally gathered the courage to go in.

After all, the Rabbits currently had a high reputation among the refugee workers, and there had never been any rumor of them swindling or harming anyone.

The last time he and Wang Tiejimu were sought out by the Rabbits to talk, it wasn't about anything bad.

Upon entering the tent, the first thing Zhao Qianju saw was Shi Zehong sitting at his desk reading.

"Oh, Brother Zhao is here."

Upon seeing Zhao Qianju enter, Shi Zehong immediately put down the economics book in his hand and gave a warm smile.

He then picked up a translator and moved to the side of the sofa, motioning for Zhao Qianju to sit down:

"Come, please have a seat."

Zhao Qianju agreed, shrank his neck, and sat on the sofa, the softness of which eased his nerves a bit:

"Director Shi... hello, Director Shi."

During some previous exchanges between the construction site and Chixian City, Shi Zehong had appeared many times, so Zhao Qianju somewhat remembered the name of this Chixian City leader.

Shi Zehong glanced at Zhao Qianju's tightly clenched fists resting on his knees and didn't rush into the main topic, but cheerfully handed him a cup of water:

"Here, Brother Zhao, have some water first."

Zhao Qianju carefully took the cup, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times, and cautiously took a sip.

The tea warmed his esophagus, and a gentle sense of warmth once again eased his body.

Observing the other person's state with a sidelong glance, Shi Zehong felt that the time was right and began to speak:

"Brother, I've heard that your performance in the training class has been exceptional during this time, taking first place in the small tests twice in a row?"

Zhao Qianju scratched his head upon hearing this, a slight blush appearing on his face:

"This... it's mainly because Political Officer Huang and the others taught well, I'm really not that smart..."

"Hey, no need to be modest."

Shi Zehong waved his hand with a smile, then pulled a file from the desk and said:

"I also heard that your dormitory building has, under your assistance, received the 'Outstanding Advanced Dormitory Building' banner for two consecutive weeks and has been commended site-wide.

You have made significant contributions in assisting the new batch of refugee workers in adapting to the site, helping resolve the initial living issues for dozens of people.

Overall, Political Officer Huang and the others think highly of you."

This time, Zhao Qianju didn't say a word.

Everything Shi Zehong mentioned was true, not admitting it wouldn't be right, but admitting it might seem boastful.

Not good with words, he could only scratch his head awkwardly.

To be fair.

He hadn't gained any direct benefits from these matters, it was purely out of a desire to contribute.

Although positions like dormitory head come with corresponding allowances, these allowances are not significant compared to the responsibilities and tasks the position entails.

At least, for the same amount of time, moving bricks on the construction site pays more than managing the site, though the latter is less physically demanding.

Therefore, Zhao Qianju wasn't seeking these allowances, but genuinely wanted to do whatever he could to help the Huaxia People.

This is the purest quality deeply ingrained in the hearts of the working people, whether inside or outside the Light Gate.

Just like that troupe from a few decades ago on the mainland.

Back then, many working people showed their gratitude by giving gifts based on their ability, like a few buns or eggs, or more generous gifts like a chicken.

Those with limited ability would make a few pairs of cloth shoes or help with chores like washing clothes.

Perhaps among the current batch of refugees, there are indeed some who are opportunistic and cunning, deliberately currying favor with the Rabbits for personal gain.

Such people who act according to the wind for profits are almost impossible to hide under long-term effective facial recognition and analyses by numerous behavioral psychologists.

After all, these preliminary candidates are crucial to the Rabbits' strategic deployments in the Damo Realm, deserving of any effort put into their selection.

At least, Zhao Qianju would never be that kind of person.

After acknowledging Zhao Qianju's outstanding achievements, Shi Zehong noticed he seemed more relaxed and coughed lightly to address the main issue:

"Brother Zhao, the organization actually called you this time to shoulder another responsibility, are you willing to take it on?"

Being a part of the system, Shi Zehong's words carried a bit of the mystical language of bureaucratese or the subtlety and depth of the Huaxia language.

If it were in the Huaxia heartland, hearing these words would make the listener immediately realize they were being promoted.

However, at this moment....

Even though the translator translated Shi Zehong's words into Damo language, this device, after all, is just a bit better than artificial intelligence like Xiao Ai.

The surface semantics aren't much of a problem, but expecting it to properly convey nuanced semantics is, frankly, quite challenging.

Unless it's a true 'Spiritual Artifact' with its own thinking.

So naturally, upon hearing the surface semantics produced by the translator, Zhao Qianju immediately misunderstood Shi Zehong's intention.

He first glanced around the tent's equipment, and after finding no carrying poles inside, he didn't hesitate much and stood up, patting his chest confidently:

"No problem, Director Shi, I'm quite skilled in brick moving, just tell me how many bricks you need moved, if it's too much, may I call my brother? He's stronger than me."

Shi Zehong's mouth twitched: "..."

Realizing his misunderstanding, he first heaved a sigh, telling himself he must put more effort into learning Damo language, and then motioned to Zhao Qianju to sit down:

"Brother Zhao, you might have misunderstood my intention, no rush, have a seat first, have a seat."

Zhao Qianju's face morphed into a question mark, then he sat back down looking utterly bewildered.

Shi Zehong paused and reorganized his words, saying:

"Brother Zhao, what I meant to say was...

The organization intends to elevate your position, carrying more weight means more stress and responsibility on the shoulders.

It simply means the usual tasks will be heavier, and the number of people under your management will increase—naturally, your salary and allowances will also increase to a pretty decent level."

Listening quietly to these words.

Only then did Zhao Qianju express a look of realization, so this was what Shi Zehong meant.

After thinking for less than a second, he firmly nodded:

"Director Shi, I have no problem with that!"

Although he wasn't sure which position he would be 'promoted' to next, he figured it would be similar to being elevated from an errand boy to a regular chief clerk by the shop owner.

Seeing Zhao Qianju's decisive attitude.

Shi Zehong gave him an approving look and continued:

"Brother Zhao, if you're going to take on this responsibility... I mean this task, you might need to prepare for some things.

For instance, to ensure a proper level of prestige and image among the refugee group, many of your less elegant habits might need to be changed promptly.

Additionally, you'll need to intensify your learning plan, aiming to comprehend Huaxia language and express yourself simply within two months.

Moreover..... if your rank is elevated, you'll count as a reserve officer within the system, and we'll address you as 'comrade' instead of the civilian term 'brother.' Can you accept this?"

Zhao Qianju remained unwavering: "No problem, I'm willing to accept!"

Shi Zehong nodded, finally throwing out another question:

"Comrade Qianju, how many people are there in your family right now?"

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