Eric Zhang looked at Cherry Miller in confusion.
Cherry Miller said, "If your third uncle were here, he'd understand what I mean. Nicholas Zhang, there's too much blood on your hands. You'd better watch yourself."
With that, Cherry Miller stopped wasting words on him and turned to get busy.
Zhang Rong stood there, dazed for a long time.
At that moment, he still had no idea what awaited him in the outside world.
With the general direction set, all that was left was to execute.
Mr. Fang was overjoyed, practically bouncing along behind Cherry Miller, asking questions left and right. He didn't look like a general manager at all.
The GF-112 Project had been delayed for so long, it was a thorn in Mr. Fang's side. If things went wrong, he might have to resign.
Now that everything was resolved smoothly, the project could be completed soon.
How could Mr. Fang not be happy?
When he's in a good mood, his energy soars.
So Cherry Miller didn't even need to give orders—Mr. Fang just followed her around like a little sidekick, ready to jump at her command.
Machinery was quickly delivered, the base was being repaired and reinforced, and every able-bodied resident of Six Saints Town came down from the mountain to help.
Many hands make light work.
In just one week, all the floodwater was drained away.
The underground river's water level also returned to normal.
Ethan Yin and Miles Gu took everyone out in batches, and Six Saints Town was completely turned into a project site—no one lived there anymore.
Later, the search and rescue team came in, but after looking everywhere, they didn't find a single survivor.
It shows just how fragile life is in the face of such a massive flood disaster.
The remaining follow-up work was handed over to Mr. Fang, while Cherry Miller returned triumphantly to Newport City.