Hearing Cao Guangzhi's question, Liu Zaoxin couldn't help but rub his forehead.
He had been pondering this problem all morning, but still hadn't come up with any good solutions.
Not to mention the residents who flooded in afterwards, even those who migrated before the mutated insect crisis had not yet been properly settled.
In Yang City, with a current population of 15 million, at least 5 million still didn't have proper accommodations.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be a situation where people were camping in tents on the streets.
Now, with each influx of people, the burden on the entire city only got worse.
But the issue was that these residents couldn't be ignored; if they disturbed the production order of Yang City, that would be a big problem.
Seeing Liu Zaoxin silent, Cao Guangzhi couldn't help but say, "What if we just drove them away?"
"That won't do!" Liu Zaoxin shook his head, "Most of those who come are ordinary citizens."
