In a spacious conference room.

As the projector cast a slight glow, shadows of figures quickly appeared on the seats in front.

The figure of Dr. A pushed the door open and entered, nodding slightly to greet the others, with a rare slight smile on his face. The Bionics School's achievements have been significant lately, not only weakening the Power of the Genetics Faction but also halting their experimental plans. Some of the information has given them a more comprehensive understanding of their opponents and even allowed them to vaguely predict their next moves.

Quickly.

One by one, the figures stood up to report their respective achievements, with many wearing smiles, evidently satisfied with the Bionics School's accomplishments during this period.

Compared to previously being buried in underground labs for research, the Bionics School has indeed been quite active recently.

Especially in cooperating with the Brotherhood to promote relatively clean energy and food, many laboratory-cultivated improved crops have also begun being tested for planting in the harsh outside environment. The influence of the Bionics School is gradually expanding, at least in the northern regions, where they have already garnered significant support, and many local powers are showing goodwill towards them.

However.

At this time, Dr. A stepped forward, cleared his throat slightly, and with the meeting room gradually quieting down, he clapped his hands solemnly and said, "We have indeed achieved some results during this period."

"But this is nothing to be proud of!"

"Gentlemen."

"Ladies."

Dr. A clapped his hands, and soon a gigantic steel city was projected before their eyes. Many recognized it as Beidou at first glance and wondered what information Dr. A had to share this time.

"Please look here."

The projected images began to change, gradually focusing on some communities within Beidou. The too-confidential areas were obstructed by Nuwa, making it impossible to capture, but some obvious buildings were enough to reveal a lot to the attendees.

"Is this... a school?..." An elderly person adjusted his glasses and hesitated.

"Yes." Dr. A nodded silently, appearing somewhat heavy-hearted as he said, "There are already twelve such schools in Beidou. And they are continuing to expand."

The footage drew in closer.

As time rapidly passed, images of the sunrise appeared, followed by teams of students starting morning exercises. Each school seemed to have about ten thousand students, ranging in age from 8 to 16, all appearing to be under semi-closed military management, with students seen moving in neat lines.

The scene changed again.

This time, it was a close-up distance showing a spacious classroom with about fifty or sixty students. Each wore a serious expression, suggesting it was filmed by special personnel, who even captured large words on the blackboard.

——"Spring and Autumn, Warring States, Pre-Qin, Two Han Dynasties."

This seemed to be a history class, a practically useless course in the Wasteland Era, yet all the students listened earnestly, with a square character for "Han" written prominently in the center of the blackboard.

The scene switched to the playground.

Hundreds of teenagers around 15 or 16 were undergoing some degree of military training, and further away was a closed firing range, where two armed soldiers stood at the entrance.

"Such a school can accommodate about ten thousand students."

Dr. A's tone was somewhat grave as he slowly said, "As far as I know, Beidou's resources are not abundant, and their manpower is not much better than ours. Their heavy industry has recovered significantly, but their light industry is entirely insufficient to meet everyone's living needs."

"To allow these children to break free from heavy labor, their parents and relatives must work at least 12 to 16 hours a day."

At this, Dr. A repeated in a heavy voice, "every day!"

"Can you imagine?"

"This city is like a fully powered-up steel machine, advancing at a speed we can barely imagine."

Dr. A gently waved a hand, and the scene immediately switched to a rather prosperous gathering place.

The population was predominantly white, mostly adults, and within some workshops and factories, numerous teens could be seen working on assembly lines; scenes switched rapidly between weapon shops, bars, streets, and wilderness, where many young faces emerged, finally settling on a somewhat desolate classroom.

The classroom was sparsely populated with just over a dozen individuals, their clothing instantly denoting well-off backgrounds, as in the Wasteland Era, the lower-class populace could not afford neat, clean clothes.

"The Financial Group."

"Those capitalists are overdrafting our future..." Dr. A's voice was low as he said, "The birthrate of newborns is declining year by year, and even if children are born, lacking medical care, food, and education, amidst survival pressure, they start working at an average age of twelve."

"The education popularization rate is less than 12%, with those receiving education primarily concentrated within the hands of the Financial Group."

"This here is the Proletarian Gathering Place."

"A gathering place with nearly 80,000 people, it has only one school, with less than a hundred students. Those eligible to attend the school are basically from the Water Merchants Group."

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