He wasn’t a savior, just an ordinary mber of the public.
Inside the district.
Qi Sheng lowered his head, staring dumbfounded at the flyer in front of him while Lin Fan’s voice continued to introduce tirelessly.
"Our facilities in the Sunshine District are very complete, and we even offer high-quality education for your two children..."
Lin Fan chattered on, a conscientious broker who felt obliged to make the other party understand both the pros and cons of the Sunshine District. The only downside was that the district was a bit old and the elevators tended to break down from ti to ti.
Old Mr. Wang was smiling as he watched; he always enjoyed seeing Little Fan introduce the district to people and liked to see their bewildered expressions.
"Young man, what are you spacing out for? Pick one. We are all like this here. I live in room 603. Feel free to drop by when you have ti."
He knew newcors might be confused at first, so he was willing to offer so explanations to help them adjust more quickly.
Qi Sheng looked at Lin Fan, then at the old man. When he had first arrived in the district, he expected to see fully ard survivors, but the scenes before him had completely astounded him.
Two old n were pushing another in a wheelchair, chatting downstairs.
An old lady and a woman were carrying hoes, walking off into the distance.
A dog approached a tree, lifted its leg, and urinated.
These images overwheld his sight.
It made him feel unreal, as if living in a dream.
Everything was so unreal.
Was this really a survivor’s shelter?
Could it really be a safe haven against the threat of zombies?
All sorts of doubts entangled in his mind.
Clap!
Old Mr. Wang patted his shoulder, snapping him out of it, "Young man, what’s the matter? Our Little Fan here is a security guard of the Sunshine District and also moonlights as a real estate agent. I think you should go for the apartnt he introduced, 304, two rooms and a living room, the monthly rent is a little over a thousand, which is very reasonable and indeed not bad."
"Do you have your bank card on you?"
Qi Sheng was still staring, then ca to his senses, "Yes, it’s with ."
The apocalypse had co, but his wallet was still intact.
Old Mr. Wang said, "Do your best, and keep up the good spirits. In the Sunshine District, we maintain our regular daily routines. Money is very important. Find a job, earn money, and if you work hard, you can have a good life. Look at that girl nad Su Xiaoxiao; she runs a cake shop at ho, which tastes really great. And that guy nad Wang Kai works at the water plant and has to patrol there every day. Everyone has their own responsibilities."
"And our Little Fan is even more remarkable; his main job is security, but he also works part-ti as a real estate agent, a water plant worker, and even takes on odd jobs like running errands and cleaning up the shop’s environnt."
Listening to the old man’s words.
Lin Fan laughed, "Old man, I found another part-ti job yesterday. I’m now a barber too. I can cut hair for people in the district. I’m thinking of charging ten bucks per cut, what do you think?"
"Oh?" Old Mr. Wang said in surprise, "Aye, young people are really smart to co up with such a profession. That’s excellent. It’s no wonder I saw you looking spirited yesterday; you gave yourself a haircut, didn’t you? No one better compete with for this—I must be Little Fan’s first custor."
He really liked young people like Little Fan.
They were very comfortable to be around.
The young people living in the district were all very nice, respectful toward the elders, and caring for the young. It really made him feel content that he could spend ti with these sensible kids even in these chaotic tis.
As an old man, he couldn’t be of much help, but what he could do was to translate for Little Fan and pick up trash that fell to the ground and put it in the bin.
Not to trouble the young people was sothing he had always insisted on.
Lin Fan said, "Sure, no problem. Once I have arranged housing for them, I will cut your hair, old man."
Looking at the two chatting happily, Qi Sheng’s pounding heart began to settle. He started to feel that this place was different from what he had imagined.
"Can my children and I really stay here?" Qi Sheng asked.
Lin Fan replied, "Yes, both you and your children can live here. I can see kindness in your eyes, so you are allowed to stay."
Hearing this confirmation.
Qi Sheng’s eyes instantly reddened; the extre pressure he had felt vanished in an instant, the sunlight breaking through the clouds and shining down upon him. He was grateful to Zhu Ming, grateful to Lin Fan, grateful to everyone here.
He sensed the arrival of a new life, full of vitality.
Old Mr. Wang looked at this new resident and could understand what he was feeling at the mont. To have found this place with two children in the apocalypse was truly no small feat.
For him, Little Fan represented the hope for him and his children.
Lin Fan said, "The streets outside need to be cleaned up; I’ll get busy for now. You can join us for lunch later. Take life slowly, everything will fall into place."
"Mhm," Qi Sheng nodded.
Afterward, Lin Fan walked towards the outside.
Old Mr. Wang looked at Qi Sheng. "Young man, how old are you this year?"
"Thirty-five."
"Oh, thirty-five, that’s a good age. Being young is truly great. My na is Wang Zhongguo and I am one of the first batch of residents of the Sunshine District. Let tell you about our situation here. Don’t feel any psychological burden or too much pressure. In this place..."
Old Mr. Wang spoke softly and slowly to explain.
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