It was feasible.
His idea was still to provide everyone with a stable living area, no need to struggle in the darkness, from the beginning until now, at least he had achieved that.
Early morning.
Another beautiful day.
Lin Fan watched as everyone was busy; Gu Hang, Wang Kai, Han Shuang, and others were organizing according to yesterday’s plan. So of the survivors had just arrived here yesterday.
But in just this short amount of ti, they found that this place was different from other survivor’s shelters.
The sense of happiness was overwhelming.
"Big brother, good morning," Guan Hao cheerfully ran over to greet him.
"How are you?"
Lin Fan looked at him, a smile appearing on his face.
Guan Hao said, "Thanks to big brother’s care, I am very good. I just discussed with Brother Kai, and I will be the newcor’s receptionist from now on. Anyone who cos here will register with . Thank you, big brother, for entrusting with such an important position. Don’t worry, I will work hard and not be lazy."
"No problem, just work hard. Does anyone have any complaints about this?"
"No, how could there be any complaints? They are lucky to live here, and this ti the arrangents are very good. Everyone knows what they should do instead of being scattered and wracking their brains every day about what to do."
Guan Hao felt as if he had reached the pinnacle of his life.
He couldn’t help but think of Brother Chao.
Brother Chao, how are you doing? But thinking about Brother Chao’s character, even if he ca to the Sunshine District, he definitely wouldn’t follow the rules. It’s better for Brother Chao to stay outside and be free. It’s better if he doesn’t co here.
Lin Fan observed the surroundings. People were already patrolling on the rooftops, keeping an eye on the surroundings, as the danger they were facing now were still the zombies.
The appearance of a few zombies was certainly not a problem, but encountering a zombie horde would truly be terrifying.
Lin Fan patted Guan Hao’s shoulder, "Keep it up, work hard. Life gradually gets better by making efforts."
"Yes, big brother, I guarantee I’ll put in the effort," Guan Hao said, holding his head high with determination.
Wang Kai, who was working, saw Guan Hao standing straight in the distance, feeling rather sulky. Without thinking too much, he continued to work hard. There were many things to do, requiring various lists and proper distribution of tasks.
Choosing people to patrol with Brother Hang and He Yong was easy, as long as they could endure solitude and were responsible.
...
"Is it dawn yet?"
Huddled in the car, Ma Yilong rubbed his eyes. The early morning scenery was quite nice, though a bit desolate, with zombies wandering down the street ahead.
Looking so lonely, they seed quite pitiful.
He stepped on the accelerator, directly crushing the zombies into a pulp.
"Not so pitiful now."
As Ma Yilong searched for a new shelter, he thought he had been humble enough, only to be kicked out unexpectedly. That four-eyed toad had counted to three, and he actually shot at ’three’.
"Damn it, don’t let get a chance, or I’ll smash your glasses."
He continued driving.
"What a big boat."
Ma Yilong saw a boat in the distance, vaguely making out figures moving about. Damn, he had never noticed such a shelter before. It seed he hadn’t been active enough.
It was as if he thought of sothing.
A smile appeared on his face.
The Lucky.
As He Qing enjoyed his breakfast, he looked up at the man in front of him, "Is it you who wanted to see ?"
"Yes, Mr. He, I am Ma Yilong, and I’ve co here specifically to seek refuge," Ma Yilong said with a flattering smile. Seeing the steak on the table, he muttered to himself, what a luxurious al, thinking about that shelter, they didn’t eat nearly as lavishly.
He Qing squinted his eyes, "Really, you want to seek refuge with ? Take a look at those people below, everyone wants to seek refuge with . What makes you think you can catch my attention?"
Over the years, He Qing hadn’t seen what kind of people were out there; he could tell at a glance that this guy was ambitious and might even betray his master. For those who were sowhat capable and a bit scheming, he didn’t think he couldn’t control them.
If they had ability, He Qing was very welcoming.
What’s most important in these tis?
Talent?
What’s most important in an apocalyptic world?
It’s still talent.
Ma Yilong knew hiding his capabilities was not an option. When he first ca to the Lucky, he thought of being honest and finding a chance to get close to the boss, but after a little inquiry, he realized how bad the situation was here.
Taking it slow was nearly impossible.
He had no choice but to recomnd himself.
Encountering a tyrannical manager at one level, he easily resolved it, then got his chance.
"If that’s the case, then I’ll perform a trick or two for Mr. He."
"Let’s see."
At that mont, Ma Yilong took a deep breath, continuously flipping backward, then leaping into the air, performing a split, and landing steadily.
He then stood up.
"Mr. He, how was that?"
Ma Yilong intended to perform modestly, not wanting to overdo it.
"Haha, that’s it?" He Qing laughed, looking at him as if he were looking at a fool, even the bodyguards beside him couldn’t help but laugh.
"Mr. He wants talent, not just acrobats who can do flips and splits. If that’s all you’ve got, better leave, don’t waste Mr. He’s ti," the bodyguard spoke bluntly.
Ma Yilong hadn’t expected them to be so difficult to deceive; he pondered, "Okay, then I’ll show Mr. He so real skills."
Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone.
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