"Firstly, it’s about the iron gates of the district, which are made up of two iron doors. They were very old and could hardly withstand the impact of the zombies, but now, after Wang Kai and I have repaired them, they have been reinforced. However, this is still not enough. Besides the zombies, we also need to be wary of the survivors outside who act like rioters, in case they ram the gates with their vehicles. So in this respect, I will continue to strengthen them,"
Everyone listened and nodded in agreement; what Gu Hang said made a lot of sense.
Gu Hang continued, "Then there are the surrounding walls. My idea is to wrap them with barbed wire to set up spikes, not to defend against zombies, but to guard against the survivors who might try to sneak into our district."
"I have finished speaking. Thank you all for your support."
Everyone clapped softly, thinking that he made a lot of sense.
At the same time, everyone was thinking about the district’s affairs because they were all parts of the district and hoped that it would keep improving instead of just muddling along and reaping without sowing.
Lin Fan asked, "Gu Hang has made his points; does anyone have any objections?"
If there are any objections, please speak up.
Everyone shook their heads.
Lin Fan was taking notes on what Gu Hang had just said, organizing and summarizing them. These were all technical matters, and as a soldier, Gu Hang had the most authority in defense here, aside from Old Master Wang.
Of course, if it came to the highest combat power, it would surely be Lin Fan. No matter how high the defense, it was negligible compared to him.
"I have a question too," the dance and beauty vlogger Yan Nini raised her hand, then stood up and nodded to everyone. She was fortunate, lucky to have met Lin Fan.
Lin Fan asked with concern, "Does your stomach still hurt?"
Yan Nini’s cheeks flushed slightly. She didn’t expect Lin Fan to ask such a question out of the blue, making her a bit embarrassed.
Everyone laughed; to them, Lin Fan and Yan Nini made a good pair—he was gentle and friendly, and she was beautiful and talented. It would be nice if they were together.
To support each other in this apocalypse felt very nice indeed.
"It’s okay," Yan Nini murmured, then added, "What I wanted to say is that in the apocalypse, many survivors are particularly terrifying. They might not have been before, but in the apocalypse, they have become selfish, cunning, and deceitful. If they hide their true nature and join the Sunshine District, they may not show it usually, but if the Sunshine District faces danger, might they do things harmful to us to survive?"
She felt as if she didn’t have a good point to make.
She raised this point, thinking of her own experiences. Her agent had attempted to molest her with his brother, which triggered these thoughts.
As she spoke these words,
many people fell silent.
They had all suffered at the hands of other survivors.
"Yes, indeed. If Lin Fan hadn’t appeared on the rooftop back then, the four of us old folks would probably have died," Old Master Wang lamented, then gently patted his wife’s hand, "Fortunately, in this apocalypse, we have young people like Lin Fan to give us hope."
Everyone was very silent.
Thinking of their previous experiences.
It was truly terrifying.
More dangerous than the apocalypse itself was human nature; there were indeed some who could keep their sanity, but they were too few.
Lin Fan said, "I’ll handle this matter. I feel like I can see into their souls through their eyes, and I can discern whether they are qualified to become members of our Sunshine District."
He felt he had the ability to do so.
Like the big guy he had sent to the police station—he had felt something was off just by looking at him, and a few questions later, he knew the guy’s true colors.
From all these incidents,
he grew even more certain.
If only he had had this ability before, he wouldn’t have been fooled so often.
Everyone trusted what Lin Fan said.
Although they didn’t know the principle behind it,
Blind trust was all that was needed.
Lin Fan said, "Does anyone else have any suggestions?"
He looked around at everyone.
Everyone’s gaze turned to Old Master Wang.
Lin Fan looked at Old Master Wang.
To everyone, Old Master Wang was highly respected here, an experienced veteran who had participated in various wars, undoubtedly full of wisdom.
"It seems everyone wants this old man to say a few words, well then, I’ll say something," Old Master Wang cleared his throat, nodded toward Old Zhou as if to say, "Look at this, these kids still trust me. If I don’t offer some ideas, I won’t be doing right by them."
People clapped softly, eagerly anticipating.
Even Lin Fan was ready with a pen, waiting.
Old Master Wang said, "Earlier, I mentioned that it has been some time since this chaotic world began, and the supplies in the city will continue to decrease over time. We need to be prepared for a long struggle."
"First, we need to stockpile supplies, primarily rice. So, my thought is, if we have time soon, we should go and buy some rice, secure it, and prepare for long-term struggle. To my knowledge, the supplies that can be stored for the longest period include milk powder, canned goods, freeze-dried foods, pasta, honey, and beans; we need to stock up on these."
Lin Fan was noting down these details from Old Master Wang’s speech.