In a cluttered room at the corner of the underground commercial complex.
With the help of two assistants and a few soldiers from the Guerrilla Team, Ma Ban quickly cleared out the room, which was less than twenty square meters.
He borrowed three sets of tables and chairs and three beds from the warehouse, found a piece of wood to write on, and hung it on the door. Once the sign reading "Alliance Office at Hope Town" was in place, it was officially established.
Work had just begun, and everything was starting simple.
Ma Ban had been prepared for the spare conditions here, after all, just a few months ago, he and his compatriots had lived here for some time.
Standing at the door of the office, Yang Duo, the logistics chief of Hope Town, looked somewhat embarrassed.
On one hand, they really couldn't offer much to welcome this manager who had parachuted in from the New Alliance; on the other hand, he really didn't know how to face the man.
"Ban... cough, Mr. Ma, long time no see."