The Pregnant Mommy Survive on Unlimited Supplies-Chapter 229: On what grounds should she give way to C City?

Qin Zhen’s movements were quick and, under the effect of the hemostatic gel, she could be moved safely.

In fact, before she married Ma Yongchun, Qin Zhen had been a decisive figure in the management ranks.

Now, filled with pent-up frustration, she completely disregarded whatever Ma Yongchun had to say, only instructing people to quickly pack her belongings, complete the procedures, and transfer to Hua Mi’s RV supermarket for recuperation.

Hua Mi had recruited the nurse who was always stationed outside the emergency department.

The nurse’s name was Tu Lijia, who had known Hua Mi for a long time. Each time Hua Mi passed by the entrance to the emergency department, she would greet the shy nurse.

She offered Tu Lijia a high salary to come over because Qin Zhen needed care, and before long, Yu Mengmeng was about to give birth.

And after another six months, Hua Mi was due to give birth again.

They really needed someone to help out during the postpartum period.

Outside the RV, Qin Zhen’s people were busily moving to and fro as Hua Mi was instructing Tu Lijia, Ma Yongchun approached with a pained expression on his face,

"Mrs. Gong, may we talk?"

Hua Mi told Tu Lijia to board the RV first to take care of Qin Zhen and then turned to Ma Yongchun,

"Talk about what?"

Ma Yongchun said,

"About Zhixuan’s behavior, he is inexperienced, and I hope Mrs. Gong can be generous..."

However, before Ma Yongchun could finish his sentence, Hua Mi raised her hand to stop him,

"This matter isn’t something to discuss with me, Commander Ma. You are an experienced individual, and I am a businesswoman. I don’t turn away profits, but I also have no reason to sell wood at a loss, right?"

"It’s very simple. If the price you offer is right, I’ll sell the supplies; if it’s not, I won’t. It’s a simple cash-and-carry transaction. There’s no compulsion in doing business."

Therefore, she had no qualms about Ma Zhixuan. Whether Xiang City liked certain individuals or not, Hua Mi couldn’t care less.

Her wood was retailed at the RV supermarket; the amount put on the shelf was the amount sold out.

If Xiang City wasn’t buying, then they weren’t buying – Hua Mi was not insistent.

Ma Yongchun, having listened to Hua Mi’s words, looked even more distressed,

"I understand, I will certainly discipline Zhixuan properly..."

He hadn’t finished speaking when Hua Mi turned around and boarded Qin Zhen’s RV, unwilling to listen to him any longer.

Over and over, it was just about how he would certainly discipline Ma Zhixuan.

It was as if by saying so, everyone would forgive Ma Zhixuan’s actions.

There was no question of forgiveness or not, for it wasn’t Hua Mi whom Ma Zhixuan had pushed. He had spoiled the deal between Xiang City and C City, and Hua Mi had no feelings about Ma Zhixuan.

Because it was not Hua Mi who was in a hurry.

Upon entering the RV, Qin Zhen was lying in bed, making a phone call.

Seeing Hua Mi come to check on her, she put down her phone and offered Hua Mi a feeble smile,

"It’s indeed more comfortable here. The conditions in the emergency department are really too poor."

These luxury RVs had been modified, each equipped with a small, smokeless wood-burning stove.

After various treatments, just two or three sticks of firewood could keep the stove warm for several hours.

Normally, food could also be warmed on the stove.

Of course, if there were babies, their clothes could be dried on the stove too.

Hua Mi had always wanted to know who invented this kind of stove, for they were truly an invaluable talent.

The snow outside had already reached ankle level, and the cold weather made people reluctant to wander outside.

Hua Mi sat down beside Qin Zhen’s bed and said,

"I’m going to charge you for this, top-top-top quality nursing care, 1888 bucks per day."

That price was quite cheap; she provided Qin Zhen with an RV, firewood, and even a dedicated nurse to take care of him—1888 was practically a friendly discount.

You should know, when Gong Yi’s Garrison came here to recover, they didn’t even have a nurse to look after them, and she still charged Gong Yi 2888 a day.

Qin Zhen looked at Hua Mi with a bittersweet smile and then, lying on the bed, said,

"Ah Mi, I still want to talk to you about that batch of fabric."

Business is business, personal is personal. Although Qin Zhen was annoyed with Ma Zhixuan and very disappointed with Ma Yongchun, there were still several hundred thousand survivors in C City.

These survivors had to work.

The management class of C City couldn’t just support the survivors forever.

They had to create some value, so wholesaling cotton from Hua Mi and making thick jackets for themselves was a way to make a living.

Hua Mi looked at Qin Zhen seriously, sitting by her bed,

"Qin Zhen, I’m speaking to you as a friend—do you really think C City’s management class and the Garrison would let you smoothly buy the cotton?"

Indeed, when disaster struck, the cooperation between C City’s management class and the Garrison was better than that of any other city. So far, Ma Yongchun and Zhou Cheng hadn’t truly fallen out.

But the road ahead was still very long, and Ma Zhixuan’s matter has revealed a weakness in C City’s leadership.

And with Ma Zhixuan’s irreconcilable differences with Hua Mi, Qin Zhen’s desperate attempts at reconciliation would be easily undermined by Ma Zhixuan’s careless words, turning a good situation into a bad one.

The Garrison consisted of straightforward people, and this batch of fabric was discovered by Zhou Cheng along with the Garrison. The tens of thousands of tons of fabric were all in Zhou Cheng’s hands.

Now, Zhou Cheng was terribly angered by Ma Zhixuan, and that conflict was irreconcilable.

Hua Mi was not responsible, nor obligated to help mediate.

Zhou Cheng wanted to sell tens of thousands of tons of fabric to Hua Mi in one deal—it was big business. In the realm of commerce, should Hua Mi not take this batch of fabric?

She had always been arranging for Chi Chuan to purchase fabric from the hands of the survivors.

This batch of fabric was something Hua Mi truly wanted.

Tens of thousands of tons of fabric could make so many thick jackets for the survivors of Xiang City, B City, and A City.

Why should she give that up to C City?

"Despite your recent premature birth and your child being in the incubator, and indeed your plight is pitiable, Qin Zhen, you are also an insightful woman. If you were in my shoes, do you think you would let go of such an opportunity?"

Hua Mi tucked the edge of the blanket around Qin Zhen and said sincerely,

"What sort of environment we’re surviving in is something you and I both understand—it’s very cruel. Brothers turn on each other, corpses lie everywhere, stacked higher than the living... if you can survive, why would you give that chance to someone else?"

"Qin Zhen, be realistic, otherwise, you’re no different from people like Ma Zhixuan."

The words were a bit harsh, and considering the relationship between Hua Mi and Qin Zhen, it shouldn’t have come to this.

But Hua Mi had lived through the apocalypse—she knew clearly that every step she took now was crucial to the future development.

Today’s cities, evolving into future bases, and even between these bases, there are various frictions and disputes.

Because the resources for survival are limited, if you don’t fight for them, someone else will. A piece of meat is eyed by countless hungry pairs.

At this time, if a city does not develop well, it will end up in a vulnerable position in the future.

Hua Mi had no reason to neglect supporting her own husband just to help C City develop.