Yanjing Airport welcomed a special group of guests. There were thousands of them, wearing uniform yellow uniforms with haggard expressions. They gathered in one place timidly and looked at everything around them curiously.
Some passers-by looked at this group of people curiously, and some media reporters kept taking pictures of them.
"Which tour group is this from?" someone asked curiously.
"What kind of tour group?" the respondent said with a smile, "Brother, did your home just get internet access? These are all South Korean refugees. This is already the seventh batch. They will all be taken to Tibetan areas or Porta construction sites for screening.
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Three years ago, the outbreak of the zombie virus in South Korea caused a sensation all over the world. People were once very worried that the zombie virus would spread around the world and trigger a tragedy like the extinction of mankind in a doomsday movie.
But fortunately, this didn't happen.
It only took a year and a half for the South Koreans, with the help of peacekeeping forces from various countries, to completely eliminate all zombies. However, in the area swept by the zombie virus, everything became corrupt and deserted, and the land of South Korea became unbearable.
no longer suitable for human survival.
In order to curb the spread of the zombie virus, the United Nations began to "cleanse" the entire South Korean land with specially designed incendiary bombs in recent years, causing the zombie virus to enter a state of silence. South Korea's nearly 10 million survivors also gradually disappeared during these three years.
They were transferred to various places around the world and accepted as refugees by various countries, with North Korea accepting most of them.
The physically and mentally exhausted South Korean president left a suicide note at his residence in the Ulsan area two months ago, declaring to the world that South Korea was completely destroyed. After that, he committed suicide by swallowing a gun and became the last president of South Korea.
After the death of the president, large-scale riots began to break out in the surviving areas of South Korea, with over 10,000 casualties. The joint forces of North Korea, China, Sara, Beacon and Zhepeng quickly took over the mess and reached an agreement to carve up the remaining population of South Korea who stayed in their homeland.
Close the South Korean Peninsula.
This batch of South Korean refugees is the last batch accepted by China.
It is worth mentioning that among this group of people, Shang Hua, Sheng Jing and their three-year-old son Dong Ri, as well as Shi Yu and her daughter Xiu An, are all prominent among them.
Three years of mutual support have made their two families as close as one family, regardless of each other.
"It's really like two worlds..." Shang Hua sighed, looking around at the endless flow of people and the dazzling array of shops. "We have simply returned from primitive society to modern times."
"Uncle Shanghua," the little girl Xiu'an said three years ago, had grown much taller and had long hair, bright and attractive, "Three years ago, Seoul was also like this. I have been to Incheon Airport, and it is no worse than here."
"There is no longer Seoul in this world..." Shi Yu said with a serious expression.
"Ah..." Xiu An rolled her eyes, "Dad is always so disappointing."
"Where will the Chinese send us?" Sheng Jing asked anxiously, holding her child in her arms.
Shang Hua cast a questioning look at Shi Yu: "I heard that they are going to Tibetan areas or border areas, where a large number of workers are needed, right?"
"That's what the radio said..." Shi Yu frowned, "But I hope we can find a job in Yanjing."
"Can people without a country still have a choice?" Shang Hua laughed at himself.
Everyone was silent. Like other South Koreans, they were filled with confusion and worry.
Five minutes later, several Chinese people came over. The leading Chinese person asked in Korean: "Who is Executive Cui?"
A South Korean wearing glasses came forward: "I am! I am Choi Sung-il from the gathering point in Ulsan, South Korea. Hello, sir."
The leader of the Chinese people stretched out his hand to him and said with a smile: "Hello, Executive Cui, I am Xia Dong, deputy director of the Third Division of the Civil Affairs Bureau of China. I am responsible for handling friends from South Korea. Welcome to China."
"Thank you, thank you!" Cui Shengricheng shook Xia Dong's hand in fear, "It has caused trouble to our Chinese friends."
Xia Dong smiled and said: "Our plan is this. You have come all the way. You will rest in Yanjing for one night and give you a comprehensive health check. Tomorrow morning, three special planes will come to pick you up and go to Tibet.
District, when you get there, comrades from Xinba District will be responsible for settling you in. Does Executive Cui have any suggestions for this arrangement?"
"Not at all, I'm really troubling you." Cui said with a bow.
Xia Dong nodded: "Please ask Executive Cui to organize the team. The pick-up bus is already at the door."
"Okay. Okay!"
"Wait!" At this moment, Shi Yu suddenly raised his hand and said, "Sir, there are many people in our group who used to be middle class, and they are all elites from all walks of life. I want to know,
How will China arrange our work?"
Xia Dong glanced at Cui Shengri and found that he had no reaction, so he smiled and said to Shi Yu: "Sir, for now, China only needs construction workers, but you can rest assured that we will treat everyone equally, your working environment and salary
The treatment is the same as that of Chinese people."
Shi Yu bowed slightly and said: "Please think again. Our group of people are all managers of Ulsan Gathering Point and can definitely make greater contributions to China and play a better role."
Xia Dong couldn't deny it: "I will report your appeal to my superiors."
Shi Yu saw the perfunctory nature of Xia Dong's words, and his heart suddenly sank.
But at this moment, Xia Dong has once again urged Cui Shengri to assemble his team and prepare to leave the airport.
More than a thousand people took a total of more than a dozen buses to finish. On the way to the temporary settlement site, Shi Yu said to Shang Hua: "The Chinese people may not want to listen to what I said. I will look for opportunities later."
Mention it to them once. We have suffered for three years and finally came to China. We really don’t want to live in a haze anymore."
Shang Hua didn't hold out any hope for this at all, and shook his head: "Don't waste your time. We are extremely lucky to be able to return to the normal civilized world."
"Even if you don't think about us, you should think about Xiu An and Dong Ri!" Shi Yu suddenly became excited, "Xiu An is already twelve years old! If she doesn't go to school, what will she do when she grows up? And Dong Ri.
Day, do you want him to be the son of a construction worker?"
Shang Hua was silent for a while, then said: "There's nothing wrong with that, at least you can live in peace."
"Anyway, I will definitely try my best!" Shi Yu waved his hands angrily.
Seeing the adults fell into silence, Xiu'an looked at her father, then at Uncle Shanghua, and suddenly said: "I remember Uncle He said three years ago that we can go to him, why don't we ask Uncle He for help?"
What about us?"
This sentence immediately made everyone startled.
"Mr. He..." A look of reminiscence flashed in Sheng Jing's eyes, "It stands to reason that a great man like him should be very famous, but I haven't heard any news about him in three years."
"Two years ago, during our most difficult moment, I asked the president to ask Mr. He to help rescue us." Shi Yu said quietly, "The president told me after contacting the Chinese side that he should never look for this person again.