As gunshot reports became the prevailing theme lately, Zhu Wencong directly initiated working from home, steering clear of all the strife outside.
Reconstruction in Richmond finally began, and the citizens, who had longed for this day like yearning for stars and the moon, grew even more convinced that only Zhu Wencong could save the South.
Supporters almost chanted that without Zhu Wencong, the South would remain in eternal darkness, as he was the only light, the only hope.
Opponents, on the other hand, wanted to borrow a few million US Dollars from Zhu Wencong, as working was out of the question, and it would never be an option in their lifetime.
The two factions each tried to persuade the other, and as a consequence, they came to blows, each convinced that only fists could be the eternal truth.
Zhu Wencong wouldn't mind the discord between them, knowing that once they were worn out and unable to fight anymore, they would obediently go to work.
