It was guaranteed to be a stomach-filling meal, coupled with a good night’s sleep without fear during the nighttime.
Filling one’s stomach in the Lucky Ship required self-effort, while a safe place to sleep could be provided by the Lucky Ship.
He prohibited the use of force in the Lucky Ship, which meant he didn’t want to deal with troubles stirred up over women. At the same time, in dire situations, women could survive by utilizing their bodies, while men who wanted to interact with women needed to have supplies, and to get supplies, they had to venture out.
He knew that this apocalypse would last for a very long time; hence, gradually, this operational model would deeply ingrain itself in every survivor’s heart, to the extent that eventually, they’d get used to scavenging for resources and returning to the shelter to enjoy life.
"Who are you? Why are you causing trouble in the Lucky Ship? If you don’t like the rules of the Lucky Ship, you can simply leave. We never stop survivors who want to leave or enter," he said.
Lin Fan smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Lin Fan, the security guard of Sunshine District. This is Gu Hang, a resident of our district. I came here to discuss something with you. I work part-time as a real estate agent, so I wanted to ask if any of your survivors here might be interested in renting a house there."
He Qing, eyeing Gu Hang, noticed that what Gu Hang wore seemed very familiar—like military exoskeleton gear. He didn’t expect someone could get their hands on such things.
Only listening to what Lin Fan had said.
He Qing’s facial expression changed, seeming as if many question marks appeared over his head.
The group of survivors following He Qing laughed as well, looking at Lin Fan as if he were a fool.
Gu Hang felt helpless. He had gotten used to hearing Lin Fan’s words, but for others, these words seemed quite bizarre.
He Qing pondered, thinking about Sunny District that the other party had mentioned. He quickly realized—they also have a shelter. Clearly, seeing that Lucky Ship had enough survivors, did they want to poach some from here?
"Do you want to take some people from here?" He Qing asked.
Lin Fan replied, "It’s not about taking. I just want to get their opinions, see if anyone is interested. If they aren’t, I won’t force them."
He Qing couldn’t help but laugh, encountering such a situation for the first time. There really were many odd folks in this apocalypse, but he was indifferent; the Lucky Ship had advantages that other shelters did not.
Floating on water, isolated from zombies— even if zombies floated in the water, they couldn’t climb aboard.
Another was the rules system, forming a unique small base trading model.
"Well, you can ask around, see if anyone here wants to go with you," He Qing said nonchalantly. Survivors who had made their stance in Lucky Ship wouldn’t leave, while those who hadn’t were too afraid of dying.
"Thank you," Lin Fan expressed his gratitude and then addressed the throng of survivors on the deck, "Hello everyone. I’m the security guard from Sunshine District, doubling as a real estate agent with Xinfeng Real Estate. I’m here to ask, if anyone is interested in renting a house. The houses in the Sunshine District are reasonably priced, cost-effective, and of excellent value."
The survivors on the deck exchanged glances. In their desperate lives, this perhaps counted as one of the few jokes—some laughed out loud, viewing Lin Fan as if he were a fool.
Wu Xiang ridiculed, "Are you joking? The Sunshine District is rundown and decrepit, still on land where zombies abound. Surviving there is questionable, and going there is basically offering oneself up to zombies."
The crowd on the deck stirred.
They all agreed with Wu Xiang. Who would want to move to land? Even if they starved to death on the Lucky Ship, they wouldn’t go to land where at least here, they could sleep soundly and scrape by alive.
And if lucky, plead desperately and even get a bit of food.
Especially since some of the tough guys on Lucky Ship didn’t like women but preferred men; if one made a small sacrifice, they could also get food.
So, for many survivors, they hadn’t thought of leaving the Lucky Ship—life was hard, but at least they were still alive. Right now, staying alive was the most important thing; everything else seemed insubstantial.
Lin Fan approached a man who looked exhausted, smiling, "Do you need to rent a house?"
Upon hearing this, the man didn’t even think, waved his hand, and retreated backwards, "I won’t go. I can still live here. I won’t go to the land. I just want to be alive. I don’t think about anything else."
The man he had chosen was one of the few survivors huddled there, but clearly, he was unwilling.
Lin Fan did not insist, respecting people as independent beings, not forcing their choices, as the first trust between people was very important.
The conditions in Lucky Ship might seem harsh, yet for some survivors, having such a place was already the best possible shelter.
He looked at others, his gaze shifting, not even speaking yet, when those few survivors quickly retreated, shaking their heads continuously, no way, no way, they would die rather than go, they just wanted to stay here.
He Qing looked on nonchalantly. He could confidently say that very few would choose to follow the others and leave. After all, wherever they went, they’d have to depend on themselves to scavenge for supplies outside.
Thinking about having it easy was just a dream.
The bodyguards standing behind He Qing all smiled, a scoffing and disdainful smile. In their eyes, Lucky Ship was the best possible shelter nowadays. Haven’t you seen the movies? All those stories tell how land shelters, no matter how strong they are built, will ultimately be destroyed by zombies.