Wasteland Border Inspector
Chapter 550 - 196: Liu Bi’s Letter, Iron Body! (2)
[Though you listened to my advice, fortunately, you didn’t follow the path I laid out for you completely. This is quite similar to Brother Long back in the day. Your grandfather once secretly approached him, wanting to take him away from Happiness City to venture elsewhere. But he didn’t agree. Instead, he relied on his own fists to carve out a path solely his own. Now you have found your new direction too, and it truly makes me happy. I genuinely admire the three generations of the Cheng family—none of you are easy to manage, and none of you... are useless!]
[I was on the phone with Old Ding yesterday, and he was talking to me, saying that I was fortunate to have caught the good times of the Great Expansion era, which allowed me to gain many advantages because of my courage and determination. He joked that if I were to start over in today’s stable environment, with my skills, I’d at most only make it to a Third-stage Inspector. That doesn’t even compare to the potential you are showing now. He said I shouldn’t worry about you because you’re currently riding the tide of the era’s advantages, like having heaven itself helping you with everything you attempt.]
[Hmm, I don’t deny Old Ding’s perspective. When the times are right, everything works in your favor; when luck departs, heroes have no freedom. It’s not just me; people like Wang Cheng, Zhang Guan, Zhao Lingchuan, Xu Xing...everyone who followed your father over the years, which one of them didn’t achieve success because of the blessings of the era? Perhaps if you look across the entire station, who among the Fourth-phase and Fifth-phase inspectors hasn’t benefited from the era? But let me tell you something honest—the so-called era’s advantages are just words spoken by later generations about the past. In my time, there were far more inspectors more capable, loyal, and lucky than me, but less than a quarter made it through the years.]
[You must remember one thing: when the mighty power of the era supports you and lifts you up, it is also the time when you’re most likely to face danger. The rank of an inspector signifies not only skill and tactics but is also an extremely ruthless selection process. I managed to break through back then with sheer courage, though looking back, it was all luck. If I were to do it all over again, I probably wouldn’t even have a ten percent chance of surviving. So, if you want to go the distance and secure your foothold in this selection, never lose your sense of respect and fear!]
[Additionally, about the supply list you submitted, I personally accompanied the purchasers to select all the items, so the quality is absolutely top-notch. However, since quality goods are limited in numbers, the batch allocated to Luokuke inevitably suffered a bit in quality, hehe. As the purchasing team leader, my influence only goes so far...nothing I can do about it.]
[Speaking of Luokuke...he recently got promoted to Third-stage Inspector. I haven’t interacted with him and don’t know what kind of person he is, but anyone who can be promoted to Third-stage Inspector in this era must have methods far more ruthless than us old inspectors. But I asked Old Ding, and he told me that if you encounter uncontrollable dangers, you can feel at ease cooperating with Luokuke. Hmm...use your discretion to measure the situation, but it’s best not to interact with him too much.]
[The road ahead is tough, take care. Brother B is still waiting to accompany you on field duty!]
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Liu Bi’s advice was, as always, sincere, with not a single pretentious or empty word, and he wasn’t afraid to admit his mistakes.
As a Fourth-phase Inspector, to ensure that every bullet fired during his training was with utmost focus, he intentionally said that the number of bullets allotted was scarce, which is why when the station approved a daily quota of a hundred free bullets, Cheng Ye was quite pleased for a while.
Looking back now, Liu Bi was indeed creating a particularly dire situation for him, replicating the old path Cheng Long once took.
If the Pioneer Corps hadn’t disbanded, it’s highly likely he would have been placed there for a period of grinding.
Compared to the treatment Wang Kang received later, Cheng Ye felt even more deeply about it. Miao Yang provided personal training, limitless bullet supply, supervising duty hand-in-hand, and now even taking part in designated assessments.
Undoubtedly, part of it was due to his family background in the Cheng family, as Liu Bi was also in a tough spot before he showed his strength.
But more than that, the times have changed, and the difficulties and hardships experienced by the older generation no longer suited the current environment.
"Brother B’s educational method is ultimately limited by the experiences of the old era!"
Cheng Ye sighed.
As for the era’s advantages, he held a view fairly similar to Liu Bi.
Looking backward, it appears as effort; looking forward, it seems like luck.
Now that the major trend of designated tasks has arrived, every inspector is well aware, but how many can truly grasp it? How many will eventually make it to the other side?
Most people advance as if on thin ice, and no one knows which step may lead to a misstep.
Liu Bi clearly knew that he had found a new path forward, as he didn’t mention any superfluous reminders in the letter, including the quick improvement in strength and changes in handling matters—waiting until meeting in person to talk it over.
Like before, he gave silent support, personally selecting supplies to avoid unnecessary troubles, even the reminder to seek Luokuke’s cooperation in uncontrollable dangers carried a hint of reluctance.
He worried about him getting the short end of the stick with Luokuke, yet also worried that not adequately reminding might leave him unable to handle real dangers.
"Luokuke..."
Repeating the name, Cheng Ye put away the letter and quickly stored all these trivial matters deep in his heart, not pondering them further.
A group of five hundred people acted swiftly; the unpacking was extremely rapid, but to have everything unpacked and sorted would likely still take an hour.
To prioritize the cleanup work, Sun Dazheng had already arranged for the assembly of handcarts.
The tools were gradually unpacked, and some people were already wielding shovels and hoes, beginning to tackle the weeds and vines growing chaotically within the town.