Returning to the surface, Zhu Tian handed over the defense work of the base to Zhou Weiguo's adjutant Wu Yuan, and told him to always pay attention to the situation of the underground shelter.
We also contacted the embassy staff every other day to ensure the safety of Gao Yuan and his staff stationed in the 007 shelter.
After hearing Zhu Tian's instructions, Wu Yuan was puzzled at first, because for now, the garrison at the base and the blueskins at Camp 007 were getting along quite well. However, Zhu Tian did not explain the inside story to him, but just gave him repeated instructions.
One sentence.
"If the elevator malfunctions, or some other unusual thing prevents the surface from communicating with the underground, you can just contact me directly..."
"Yes, Marshal!" Although he was still confused, Wu Yuan didn't say much.
Zhu Tian nodded, very satisfied with his work attitude.
"Please pay attention to this matter yourself, and don't let anyone else know about it."
After saying the last words, Zhu Tian turned around and left the headquarters of the camp garrison and walked towards the central open space.
A quarter of the wall construction work has been completed, and the main project is expected to be completed within a week. The soldiers at the Ming Survivor Base have surveyed all the terrain along the Yangtze River these days, and have not found any overly powerful predator groups.
Although there are three armed groups whose strength is comparable to that of the Gray Wolf mercenary group that was wiped out, and whose nature is not clear yet, with the current strength of the Ming Dynasty survivor base, there is no need to care about them.
In order to reduce variables, Zhu Tian had already ordered Wu Yuan to ignore them before the wall construction was completed.
After greeting the soldiers who were already lined up in the center of the camp, Zhu Tian and Zhou Weiguo walked towards the entrance of the camp.
"Lao Zhou, how about we make a bet?"
After getting in the car and looking at the gate of Camp No. 7, Zhu Tian suddenly smiled.
"Haha, boss, you are joking. Apart from a few packs of cigarettes, I have nothing to bet with you on." Zhou Weiguo said with a smile.
As for food, everyone knows that Zhu Tian is not short of food.
Hearing what his subordinates said, Zhu Tian was stunned for a moment and then started laughing.
"Ahem, speaking of this, I have been thinking about an issue recently."
Upon hearing that the leader was discussing matters with him, Zhou Weiguo immediately put away his cheerful expression and became serious.
"No need to be so serious, I just want to refer to your opinion." Zhu Tian waved his hand, took out two cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to Zhou Weiguo, and lit one for himself: "What do you think about the survival of the Ming Survivor Base?"
What are their living conditions like?”
He has been thinking recently that since the Ming Dynasty Survivor Base has grown so big, should he open up a market economy? For example, pay everyone a salary, and then use the salary to buy food in the base.
However, Zhou Weiguo didn't think so much. He just felt that his boss was so caring for his subordinates. He was moved and said quickly: "Everyone is well fed and clothed and living a good life."
He smiled when he heard this, and realized that given his position, anyone who asked him would probably get the same answer, so he stopped talking.
"Speaking of which, boss, I wonder what the bet you are going to make with me is?" Zhou Weiguo asked.
Hearing this, Zhu Tian smiled, put the cigarette butt out of the window, and shook the ashes at the gate of Camp No. 7.
"If you don't fire a single shot within a month, this shelter will belong to me."
...
Finally sending away the "God of Plague" and returning to the shelter, Xu Anhua secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
I don’t know if it’s her own misunderstanding, but she
I always felt that the way Zhu Tian looked at her was abnormal.
It's weird, it doesn't seem like hostility.
Is it more like a mockery?
Shaking her head, Xu Anhua walked through the arch and walked towards her office.
As expected, a middle-aged man with an unhappy face stood at the door.
"Now that we have obtained energy, why not restore normal material supply immediately?"
"Material supply will gradually recover, but the supply will be tilted towards scientific researchers." Xu Anhua said lightly.
"Why?" Wu Chi asked.
"Because we are working for others." Xu Anhua did not stop, bypassed Wu Chi, and opened the office door.
When the shelter is closed, everyone's job is very easy, and most people don't even have to work at all.
The degree of automation of production facilities is very high, and only energy is needed to obtain water and food. There is no competition in a closed social environment, and lazy work habits have become deeply ingrained in the past 20 years, although many
Everyone is a high-tech talent, but lazy people, no matter how knowledgeable they are, will not be able to achieve their due scientific research efficiency.
Now that the energy stored in the shelter has been consumed, the door has been opened. The energy in the Ming Dynasty Survivor Base is not provided free of charge. Maintaining the original egalitarianism will only make everyone hungry!
"Who caused all this!" Xu Anhua's disregardful attitude made Wu Chi very angry. He reached out his hand angrily, trying to grab her shoulders.
However, before the hand touched her shoulder, he felt pain in his leg, his vision was reversed, and he fell heavily to the ground.
A gun was pressed against his head, and Xu Anhua lightly shook off the hand squeezing his arm.
"From now on, the Shelter Council will be dissolved. I will use the highest authority of the director to take back all the authority granted to the resident representatives by the former director."
"Okay, Ms. Xu Anhua."
The sound of electricity came from the broadcast overhead, and the 007 shelter main control terminal had approved her decision.
"You, you can't do this." Wu Chi turned pale.
"But I can." Withdrawing the pistol, Xu Anhua walked into the office and closed the door.
The energy crisis has been resolved and residents' mood has returned to stability. It's time to clean up the mess.
After entering the door, Xu Anhua saw Academician Qin standing in front of his desk.
"What's the matter?" she asked briefly, sitting back on her desk.
"Well, I heard... did you send Director Zhang's daughter to serve as the envoy to the Ming Survivor Base?" Academician Qin hesitated for a moment and said slowly.
Zhang Yuxi seems to be named after the baby Zhang Qiming, the former director of the shelter, took in online.
"Well, she has a good character and is very cheerful. Since she was born in a shelter, she has no unrealistic ideas, so she is very suitable for this job." It is enough to make mistakes only once, and treat Shi Yidun as
Sending an advance team of negotiators to the ground was a mistake in itself.
People who have experienced the prosperity before the disaster will inevitably develop a superior mentality when they see the survivors struggling in the ruins. But the people who were born in the shelter are different. They really yearn for everything on the surface.
, they don’t care whether there are ruins or not.
If we can gain friendship with the Ming Dynasty Survivor Base and be merged into the Ming Dynasty Survivor Base in the future, the 007 shelter can also have a certain status in it. This is the best result that Xu Anhua can imagine.
Seeing that Academician Qin had not left yet, Xu Anhua stopped what he was doing, raised his head and asked.
"Anything else?"
"Well, there is a letter... My old friend asked me to deliver it to you." Academician Qin handed over the wrinkled envelope.
After glancing at the signature, Xu Anhua took the envelope.
"Why are you giving it to me now?" she asked casually while opening the letter.
"Because I think it would be more appropriate now..."
First of all, I regret my behavior.
But I won't regret it.
I cannot lead the residents of the shelter to the end. Under my leadership, they will only perish.
Perhaps after ordering the execution of all intruders, I should execute the baby.
But I can't do it.
I'm a coward.
I choose death, I should have died long ago.
Human nature is just a burden to survival.
I remember you once told me that.
If my death can awaken a strong enough leader in advance, maybe it’s not too late! ——Zhang Qiming’s letter to my colleagues.
The fingers holding the letter trembled. Xu Anhua took a deep breath and hid the sadness behind the mask.
That's the sadness of the mission.
...
The tight supply policy has finally ended, and all residents of the 007 shelter are relieved.
That kind of life is simply unbearable. You can't take a shower, you can't eat enough, and you can only receive sunlight for one hour out of twenty-four hours. There is a lot of good news, but there is also bad news.
First, a scientific research team was established.
Talents in the military industry and electromechanical industry were summoned, and it was said that a group of experts would be selected to design a tank called the Hunter Tiger-2.
No one wants to do it. Researching this kind of thing is very labor-intensive. Originally, their working hours were only one hour a day. However, after participating in scientific research work, their daily working hours will be increased to eight hours. This is simply torture. Only fools
will go.
But soon they were scrambling for it.
Because of the newly promulgated supply policy, it has begun to clearly favor scientific researchers. Only those engaged in scientific research can enjoy the supply of organic food. Not only that, the soilless cultivation farms in the refuge will now begin to produce luxury goods such as tea and coffee beans.
products, and these luxuries are only provided to scientific researchers.
Materials are constant.
So relatively, the supply of workers will be limited.
At the same time, any position in the shelter will implement a cruel performance elimination system.
The work polarity of the researchers was immediately mobilized. There were many talents in the shelter, and no one wanted to lose this "good job."
However, in contrast to this, public opinion was boiling to the extreme.
After all, jobs are limited, and until the shelter secures more scientific research projects, only a few people can enjoy this benefit. Most people can only do manual labor, or have no job at all.
No one wants to drink that nutritious mixture that tastes like white wax all the time. Eating too much of that kind of liquid food is really nauseating. Of course, this kind of luxurious idea will only appear in shelters.
For a moment, the people in the shelter were excited, but then Xu Anhua did another heinous thing.
She dismissed the residents’ representatives and announced the dissolution of the residents’ assembly!
This is tantamount to declaring complete dictatorship.