According to Zhu Tian's instructions, every noon, soldiers from the Ming Dynasty Survivor Base would drive an excavator and slowly dump two tons of sand into the vertical well.
The sand fell very slowly, but when it fell from a height of one thousand meters, it still made a loud bang on the steel elevator plate.
The explosion that lasted for about half an hour was like a sharp sword hanging above the head, always entangled in the hearts of every shelter resident, torturing their psychological defenses.
At this moment, there was no more festive atmosphere in the shelter.
An expression of fear, doubt, and bewilderment hangs on the face of every survivor.
The ground was littered with garbage, and the open space in the industrial area was filled with the disgusting smell of alcohol. People gathered here, waiting for Wu Chi's explanation.
"What's going on? Wu Chi, you said that you have reached an agreement with them!" a resident standing in the front row said angrily, pointing at his nose.
It was only three days ago that they put Wu Chi on the throne.
"This... you can't blame me, it's those barbarians who broke their promises." Faced with the doubts of the people, Wu Chi said with a cold sweat.
He caught a glimpse of familiar colors in those people's eyes.
This frightened him. He didn't want to become the second Xu Anhua.
"Calm down, everyone, if we panic, we are playing into those people's hands." Wu Chi swallowed and tried desperately to calm the people's emotions.
"Calm down? How should we calm down! They want to bury us alive!" one person screamed.
"They probably won't do this. They still need our technology, including the unfinished Hunter Tiger-2 design. They need us, and they are just bluffing." A congressman suggested tentatively.
"The elevator's load-bearing capacity is only twenty tons. If it exceeds this load-bearing limit, we will never be able to go up again."
"What was poured is sand. If the sand is removed, the elevator can still be used..."
"What's the use? Go up and surrender?"
"Damn it, these dishonest savages!"
After swallowing and spitting, Wu Chi broke into a cold sweat and was about to say something.
However, at this moment, Feng Mo walked up to the stairs and spoke without permission.
"Everyone... although I know it's not my place to say this. But... if it is consumed at this rate, the energy in the shelter will only be enough for five days."
Five days!
It seems they have more important things to worry about than the sand.
Once the energy is exhausted, it only takes ten minutes to turn this place into a dead city!
Wu Chi glared at Feng Mo angrily, and the latter shrank his neck in fear, but there was no sign of regret on his face.
Feng Mo knew that if he raised this issue now, if something was done, the shelter might still be able to be saved... although his feeling was never right.
Energy shortage is like a curse that surrounds every resident.
The carnival these days has almost exhausted their remaining energy.
"If it were Xu Anhua..."
I don’t know who said this half of the sentence. The person realized his gaffe and quickly closed his mouth halfway through the sentence.
It's very dangerous to defend someone when everyone hates that person.
However, he obviously miscalculated, and his point of view was unexpectedly
Not refuted?
"Yes, if it were her..."
"Maybe... pay attention to my wording, I just said maybe, we might have... uh, gone a little too far?"
It has to be said that human nature is forgetful.
It was only then that they remembered everything that person had done for them. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that everything she did was for them. As a dictator, she did not seem to use her dictatorship to seek personal gain for herself.
Public opinion began to gradually turn towards sympathy for Xu Anhua.
Listening to those whispers, Wu Chi knew that he could no longer hesitate.
If you hesitate any longer, you may become the sinner of the entire shelter!
How to generate confidence among the people? How to get rid of one's own responsibilities in a high-sounding way.
He made a move that was expected but extremely stupid.
"Everyone! Listen to me, listen to me! Now, we are facing the most severe test since the establishment of the 007 shelter!"
Listening to his shouting, people stopped talking again and looked at him, waiting for his next words.
"I admit that my vision is short-sighted and my knowledge is vulgar. I feel deeply sorry for my ability." Wu Chi lowered his eyebrows and bowed deeply to all the residents.
There were whispers, but Wu Chi ignored them. He raised his head, raised his arms, and shouted.
"But I believe that the wisdom of the masses is great and their vision is broad!"
Facing those suspicious eyes, Wu Chi opened his personal terminal and typed in a few lines of code.
Everyone's personal terminals vibrated, and then they looked at the message on the screen in surprise.
"Now, I dedicate all the power of the director of the shelter to all residents of the shelter! Everyone, technology has made absolute democracy possible. Anyone can initiate a proposal, and anyone can vote for the proposal.
With one vote, the absolutely fair Shelter Terminal will recognize all this. History will remember this moment, we have made history, thank you for your continued support, thank you..."
After saying that, Wu Chi fled down the stairs in despair. His responsibility was indeed worthy of his name - shameless!
The decision-making power has been distributed to everyone. The shelter no longer needs a director, everyone is the director.
The moment he escaped down the stairs, he noticed with his peripheral vision that the doubt in his pupils had been replaced by the excitement of the liberation of power.
Soon, the first proposal was released, about whether energy use should be restricted...
Academician Qin stood in the corner of the open space and sighed silently.
This sigh also sounded for a few days.
Unfortunately, no one listened!
Zhu Tian didn't know what interesting issues the shelter residents who were immersed in their dreams had initiated, but he knew what the last issue was.
On the fifth day, the door to the shelter finally opened.
They finally chose to surrender and passed unanimously.
After this proposal was passed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, because many of them had not eaten for twenty-four hours.
The elevator locked from the underground was reopened, lifting the sand and a shivering shelter resident to the surface. Under the leadership of soldiers from the Ming Dynasty Survivor Base, he met Zhu Tian and nervously stated his surrender
will.
Zhu Tian happily accepted their surrender, and the man was visibly relieved.
He is Wu Chi.
Under the supervision of a hundred Ming Dynasty surviving soldiers, more than 1,500 underground residents re-initiated a proposal to transfer the authority of the director to Zhu Tian.
Under the supervision of gunpoint, just like the day they forced Xu Anhua to hand over the authority of the director, everyone voted in humiliation.
Passed unanimously, Zhu Tian was elected as the new shelter director.
As a result, the door of the shelter is of no use to the Ming Dynasty survivor base, and the authority to open the door or not is entirely in the hands of Zhu Tian.
Immediately afterwards, more than 1,500 residents were forcibly brought to the surface and moved into crowded temporary dormitories, waiting for Zhu Tian's fate.
After calming down, they were like trembling quails, although when facing Xu Anhua, they stood up in anger and rose up.
But when faced with Zhu Tian who was "unreasonable" and had a large number of troops, they could not muster the courage to resist at all.
I have to say that human nature is such a wonderful thing. Bullying good and fearing evil? Or seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages...
However, Zhu Tian did not embarrass them and quickly made arrangements for their future.
In the entire 007 shelter, including the group of residents who first immigrated to the surface, 900 of the more than 1,700 people are high-tech talents in various industries. About 400 of the remaining 800 people are under the age of 12.
There are still more than 400 people who are useless and know nothing.
Those four hundred useless wastes were taken to the Donggou Town Colony, where they would engage in manual labor, growing dam resin and processing the mutated fruits needed for the nutritional mixture.
As for the remaining 1,300 people, they are divided into family units. Some people live in Camp No. 7 on the surface, and some people return to the 007 shelter to enjoy a happy life.
It has to be said that even though there are many disadvantages, the shelter is still the happiest place in the entire wasteland. There are only 200 places allowed to return to the shelter, and this place is opened to the shelter with the Ming Survivor Base
It changes with the changes in scientific research projects.
200 scientific researchers will be allocated to 5 scientific research projects. They will continue to enjoy a comfortable life and are allowed to bring a spouse and a child under the age of 18 to enjoy such a life with them.
Of course, there are many talented people in the shelter now. If their scientific research efficiency is too low, they will be kicked out of the shelter. At that time, there will naturally be people who are happy to take their positions and lead their families to live a paradise-like life.
As for those families who were forced to live on the surface, Zhu Tian did not make things difficult for them, but maintained them as a talent reserve.
For example, there were some people who were good at virtual reality technology. Zhu Tian directly moved them and their families to the Ming Dynasty Survivor Base and asked Ye Quan to lead them to develop virtual reality online games.
...
Standing at the gate of the camp, Zhu Tianzhu watched as trucks drove away from the camp.
Five hours ago, these eight trucks brought a total of 120 tons of cement. The D-strength cement was produced from the cement factory in Donggou Town and will be used to build new homes for those shelter residents.
Now, these trucks have taken away more than 400 residents of the shelter. They were identified as not having scientific research capabilities in the ability assessment test. They will be unified into the household registration of the Ming Dynasty Survivor Base, and their citizenship level will be "slaves".
Work on the plantations to support their families and strive to be promoted to "lower citizens" as soon as possible.