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.
