"He Qing is absolutely right, I’ve always thought the same," Su Xiaoxiao chimed in, "He Qing is not powerful or influential, so if he did not connect with some big shots, how could things work out? Even I, a commoner, know that our country runs on relationships; without connections, we’re really getting nowhere."
"I can understand He Qing’s situation."
"He Qing started from scratch, he truly is our role model."
He Qing waved his hand, "Role model or not, now, it’s Mr. Lin who’s the role model in my heart. Consider it, without him, would we have the life we have now? He goes out every day toiling hard just to create a better environment for us. People need to be grateful, to be content. We might be drinking now, but we must work hard tomorrow; we cannot shirk our duties."
He spoke earnestly and persuasively.
"Yeah, He Qing’s got it right," Su Xiaoxiao agreed.
"He Qing has seen the world; he understands more than we do. I feel like our horizons broaden just by talking with him."
Zhou Yang, who was nearby holding a cup of liquor, stared in amazement at the unfolding scene.
Just one damn sentence from me, and you can pull out so much from it.
And all of you around me, are you for real? Can you actually start flattering ?
Noting Zhou Yang’s stunned expression, He Qing laughed and raised his glass for a toast, then said to everyone, "Come on, let’s all have a drink. Eat well, drink well, and tomorrow we will continue to try hard to make the future even more splendid. Here’s to the future!"
Fired up by He Qing’s words, everyone looked around with excitement.
"Little Zhou, what are you zoning out for? Cheers!" He Qing called out.
Zhou Yang blinked, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions.
What a formidable adversary.
Was inviting He Qing to compete against me the reason I informed Lin Fan of his choice?
Zhou Yang felt the need to reclaim some ground. "He Qing is right. I’m valued by Brother Lin and he has gifted me War Armor. In this regard, I’ve got to work even harder to make a greater contribution to Sunshine Shelter."
Mentioning the War Armor, the eyes of the men present all sparkled with longing.
Everyone loves War Armor.
It’s seriously cool. The kind that’s boundless.
"War Armor is the crystallization of human technology, and with the blessings of the crystals Mr. Lin has given it," He Qing continued slowly, "to be honest, we’re all working hard and contributing to Sunshine Shelter, and no one’s contribution is wasted. Take Su Xiaoxiao, for instance. She runs a bakery and always bakes bread to bring to us while we’re working. Can we say she’s not contributing?"
"And those kids, though they stay in the classroom reading, can we still say they’re not contributing? They’re learning knowledge, accumulating it for rebuilding our homes in the future, right?"
"As for everyone present, even though we don’t have the ability to kill zombies, we are always ensuring the stability of the logistics."
"No contribution is too big or too small; everyone is doing what they can."
"Good job, all of you, heroes of the apocalypse."
Listening to He Qing’s speech,
Everyone in the room couldn’t help but straighten their backs, their eyes shining; reflecting upon his words, they indeed felt invigorated with a renewed fervor.
Zhou Yang glared, fixated on He Qing.
Even this has to turn into a competition with me?
Lin Fan pricked up his ears and heard the conversation between Yang Hui and Su Xiaoxiao once again.
It’s not that he wanted to eavesdrop, but he couldn’t help wanting to listen.
Everyone likes a bit of gossip.
No matter who, whenever someone starts gossiping, they can’t help but listen attentively.
"Yang Hui, this is being entangled in feelings. Even though you’ve already rejected it, Yang Hui persists; matters of the heart are truly complicated." Apt. 704 overheard.
Lin Fan shook his head.
He decided to stop listening.
There are plenty of families reassembled after the apocalypse. Even if there is deep love, with the passage of time, it eventually fades. Sometimes nostalgia brings a twinge of sadness, but people must always move forward, wishing for reliance and company.
It’s not betrayal; emotions are simply like that.
He looked at the interface.
Nearing eight million points.
Some points came from Evolutionary Zombies, but most were from common zombies.
A one-to-one exchange.
There must be over seven million common zombies.
They already accounted for a large portion of Huang City’s population.
How many zombies were left was uncertain, but likely not many.
"Unknowingly, I’ve killed so many. If they were living humans, it would be a heinous crime against heaven, an atrocity too grave for this world to bear. But those were zombies, without reason, mindlessly tearing at the living," Lin Fan mused to himself.
Afterward, he laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling, contemplating various pleasures, contentedly slipping into a dream.
It’s another beautiful day.
The air isn’t fresh, and the pervasive smell still causes discomfort.
He knows it’s all because of the zombies.
It will get much better once they’re cleared out.
Lei from the team jogged over.
"Morning, Lei. How are you?" greeted Lin Fan with a smile.
Lei smiled back and greeted him, then said, "The satellite phone is all ready to go, and can be deployed at any time. We’ve got one satellite phone, one copy of the ’Zombie Album,’ and a few simple supplies. What do you think of these preparations?"
"Lei, you can manage these things," Lin Fan affirmed, placing his trust in Lei.