Natural Disaster Strikes: From Joining the Rescue Team
Chapter 884: Fight for Survivors
Chapter 884: Fight for Survivors
Zuo: "I will still raise him with you."
"Of course, you brought him back, haha."
The video then shows two photos, both of which are fat babies from overseas. One of them is sitting on a small wooden bed in the background that is obviously at home, and the other is sitting on a bed in a silver-white background, which is obviously a hospital in the base.
The two fat babies look exactly the same and both have smiles at the same angle.
The robot's cold voice sounded: "The current file has finished playing. The next file will be opened soon."
Ye Lin's eyes widened in the milk. She didn't pause the video, so she took the time to take a few more glances.
He exhaled quietly: "They really do look exactly the same."
Little Fuka is Zuo's younger brother who passed away many years ago. He cannot possibly appear in the background of the base. The other fat baby in the silver-white background can only be Little Fuka II.
Ye Lin also liked another sentence in the video file. She murmured: "Going to a hostile country to rescue can also bring back your compatriots. I like this sentence."
Yue Feng answered in the communicator: "I like it too."
Ye Lin quickly checked the time and answered him happily: "Coach, it's not time for me to go to bed yet."
Yue Feng: "Please allow me to allow you to sleep late."
Ye Lin understood immediately: "The documents below are all very interesting. Why can't I bear to go to sleep?"
Yue Feng: "Look, you're getting smarter again."
Ye Lin: "Shut up."
Yue Feng: "I have another sentence, I guarantee you will like it."
Ye Lin: "Okay, go ahead."
Yue Feng: "But no matter how smart you are, you can't control your interest in reading."
Ye Lin: "Shut up 2.0."
Yue Feng: “Okay 1.0.”
Ye Lin: "Humph."
The president shut up. The communicator remained open, but the conversation between the two ended there.
Video expands.
This is a place without wind or snow, and there are some tiny black dots flying back and forth in the air.
The camera zoomed in and the black dots magnified. These were flying cars that could seat four people.
The shape is oval, with a translucent cover on top, just like some fighter jets. When the pilot sits in it, he can see people inside from the outside.
But this is a car. It doesn't have the wings on both sides of a fighter jet. It is just an oval shape with a transparent raised cover on top. There are four seats inside, two in the front and two in the back. You can see the steering wheel and instruments in the front row.
Just like in a car, there is a steering wheel and instruments.
A voice came: "Dome Flying Vehicle No. 156 requests to enter Gate No. . Please grant access."
"No. 156, you are allowed to work at Gate No. 88. Please enter through Channel 88. The entrance to Channel will be opened soon."
The dome flying car lifted off lightly. The camera was now below it, and one could see that there were four retracted wheels underneath the car.
This is indeed a car. If you release the wheels, it can run underground.
This is the base of the Life Eternal Investment Company.
The camera moves, capturing a panoramic view of the base below from a bird's-eye view. Large areas that look like blocks fully demonstrate the height of the dome.
The dome must be very high so that the area below can be photographed as if it were built with children's building blocks.
Then the camera suddenly zoomed in, with a fast sense of time traveling, entering the enlarged area from mid-air, passing by countless not-so-tall houses, and finally stopping outside a window.
The open window was made of wood, and inside stood Wolf, the former richest man in the world who had lost a large amount of appreciated real estate and was forced to step down from the top of the wealth list.
With a self-absorbed look on his face, Wolf placed his hands on the windowsill and muttered slowly to himself.
"It's not enough, it's not enough. My industry has only been developed by 35%. Most of the production lines in this base are mine. But this is not enough! I want to develop 1000% of the production lines in this snowy pure land. Everything these seven billion people eat, use, play with, and rest on is produced by me!"
When he said the last sentence, there was some effort in his expression, and his intoxicated look was broken.
At this moment, there was a sound of door slamming shut, "Bang", which came so quickly that it scared Wolf.
This time I am completely sober.
Wolf turned around: "Linda?"
His beautiful but capable secretary, who had no feelings for him and even refused to accept him, came over and asked, "You're looking for me?"
"Yes, Linda, what do you think of the recent developments of our company?"
Linda said seriously, "Congratulations, boss. In this base of seven billion people, you are the first person to develop 35% of the industry. I believe you will become the richest person in this base."
Wolfe showed little interest in her congratulations: "Logistics companies have developed more than me, and earlier than me. Of course, you can also say that they don't have manufacturing production lines."
Linda suddenly burst into excitement, and said passionately, "But I think your goal should be set at 1000%, Boss. This is our company's next goal!"
Wolf also started to burn and laughed loudly: "Haha, you are worthy of being my real working secretary. So Linda, what should we do next?"
Linda raised her finger and said, "Look here."
Wolf was embarrassed: "Well, it's your beautiful fingers. It's the part of your body that attracted me much earlier than your brain. Linda, dear, has your husband ever told you that you are really beautiful?"
Linda's expression changed instantly, and then she smiled: "Boss, we agreed to respect each other during working hours. If you break it, you have to give me 1% of the company's shares." Wolf: "Huh, it was you who first gave me your beautiful fingers and made my heart beat."
Linda: "You'd better look carefully. What I'm showing you is the flour on my hands."
Wolf was surprised: "That's flour? Don't you think it's as fascinating as the rouge on a beauty's cheeks and the priceless jewels on her chest? Until I put my eyes on the beauty's cheeks and chest."
Linda sneered: "Please congratulate me, boss, you are now giving me 2% of the company's shares."
Wolfe didn't care. "There's a loophole here. I'm talking about company shares, not the parent company shares or all the companies under my name. I'll just find a company with the lowest profit and give it to you."
Linda's anger turned into joy: "As long as it's a company, it will make money in my hands."
Wolfe smiled wryly: "I really really really don't mean to harass you, but I really envy someone's husband. He silently supports his wife's work behind her back, so that she can have more energy to plot against my company."
Linda raised her chin and gave him a proud smile: "Thank you for your compliment, boss. Who told you that you have weaknesses, and I can control them? For this reason, a few years ago, I had to ask my husband to quit his job, concentrate on taking care of the children at home, and help me manage the company shares wholeheartedly."
She spread her hands helplessly: "In fact, he loves his job very much, and he does it very well."
Wolf: "But I have more wealth. You calculated that my wealth increased faster than doing other jobs."
Linda curtseyed quickly: "Thank you, boss. I admit that you are the generous one."
Wolfe snorted twice in anger, then said, "Now can you tell me what the flour on your fingers means?"
Linda: "For the sake of the 2% company bonus, please listen carefully. When you called me, I was making a cake with the families of all the employees in the company, and the flour was stuck on my fingers like this."
Wolf narrowed his eyes: "Making a cake?"
Linda: "To achieve the 1000% industrial target, you need more employees. There are 147 countries and more than seven billion people in this base. During the period since we moved in and settled down, more than seven billion people have already been working. There is no idler in the base. We can't even recruit homeless people on the street. The only ones we can rely on now are the survivors who are sent back every day and every month."
Wolfe said expressionlessly, "Oh?"
Linda: "Other than this, you have no other way to increase employees. If you can't increase employees, you can't expand more production lines. If you can't expand production lines, you can't apply for additional factory buildings. If you can't increase factory buildings, all your goals are just fantasies. Boss, what we need to do now is to increase factory buildings and employees."
She raised her finger again. "Let's make some delicious food and go to the hospital and the airport to say some nice things so that the new survivors will sign the employment forms and become our new employees before they know what's going on."
Wolf's face darkened a little: "Is it possible for me to get them to join when they are sober?"
Linda gave him an encouraging look: "Of course you can. You have a good reputation now. You are happy to arrange jobs for the disabled and the elderly who are left behind by others. After the survivors wake up, they will be willing to sign the employment forms."
Wolf was elated: "If I don't accept the disabled and the elderly, the young people will arrange jobs for them. That's why there are no homeless people on the streets. At that time, the little value that the disabled and the elderly can generate will belong entirely to the base. In my case, the value of the work they do together will belong to me first, and then to the base."
He said happily: "In the end, they all belong to the base, but I become an indispensable person in the process. I lead them to create huge value, and then I belong to the base."
His expression turned to resentment: "Linda, you said that it would be a great loss for the base board if they didn't want me. I have done so much for this base."
Linda looked at him coldly and gloated, "Your loss will be even greater. The people who work for the base are allocated food, clothing and other necessities by the base. The company becomes the middleman, and you have to pay for all the employees' meals."
Wolf: "Linda, but which is more important, the working meal or the value of the work?"
Linda frowned and said, "I am the first person in the company who supports you in taking anyone. It's a bit ridiculous to ask me this question."
Wolfe also regained his usual swagger. "Well, my capable secretary, the company will now enter the process of competing for survivors with all the countries in this base, including that young man. Do you agree?"
Linda: "Of course, boss. I even put kitchen utensils in the limited space in the company and called all the family members of the employees who were on break to work overtime. Ah! My cake may be done soon. I have to go check it out."
When she turned around, Wolf smiled wickedly behind her: "So, your husband is also in the kitchen at this time."
"Of course, any questions?"
"Can I go see him in the kitchen and have a piece of his cake?"
Linda: "You can even let him dance in an apron with "Kiss the Chef" written on it, but he talks a lot when he dances. The shares of the remote small company I got from you over the years have made my husband work harder and busier than I do when I work. He often expresses that he wants to consult you in person about some company issues, but it's a pity that there is no such opportunity."
Wolf stood there angrily.
When Linda opened the door, she looked back at him provocatively: "Do you want to have some cake, Boss? Try a piece of the love cake we made especially for the survivors, and give my husband some pointers, okay?"
Wolf roared, "Get out of here!"
Linda went out and closed the door, shutting him out from his voice.
Silvery-white environment, silvery-white hall.
There were countless beds inside, and countless seats against the walls, and there were people sitting on the beds and seats.
Some people sat down and left, some came and sat down again. Their clothes were of various styles, carrying the styles of different countries and regions, as well as the old-fashioned feeling of survivors of the snow.
There is a constant stream of medical staff, and apart from their healthy complexions, their work clothes are the main reason they can be identified at a glance.
In the corner, the tall and handsome Prince Charoli and Princess Helen stood together and whispered.
Charoli smiled with his perfect smile and his usual gentle attitude: "Your Highness, the bodies of these survivors have almost recovered. The next step is the distribution system. This time, the Kingdom of Esor wants them all."
Princess Helen raised her eyes in disbelief: "Are you crazy? My own country is in urgent need of new residents."
As the two of them talked to this, they noticed that there was a bit of noise at the entrance, and then a loud voice appeared.
"Dear fellow countrymen, on this planet, we are all fellow countrymen, we are compatriots of the same planet, we should be equal and consider each other. Here, please allow me to consider your survival, bread, wine and dried meat after you leave here, and please also consider the lack of people in my factory, the lack of management talents in my company, and the lack of top financial talents around me. These problems are mine and yours, and more importantly, I believe in you! I firmly believe that after you join my factory, my company, and my side, you will become high-paid workers, management talents and top financial managers that both you and I are satisfied with. Come on, my fellow countrymen, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters, and children, come to your Wolf quickly and become new Wolfs."
Charoli's face was grim with anger, and he cursed in a low voice: "This bastard is not satisfied with developing 35% of the industrial chain. You should know that the development of all factories in the Kingdom of Esor is less than 1%!"
He said humbly, "Your Highness, Vice Chairman, our country has provided a large number of people to build the base. Now we need more manpower to develop our industry. We want all of these survivors."
Princess Helen stared at Wolf coldly and sneered, "Why don't you first ask how many factories in the Hanbar Federation have been deployed?"
She said angrily, "Same as you, less than 1%!"
Charoli became even angrier: "So, the only one making a lot of money right now is that bastard Mr. Wolf. Your Highness, the respected president and the board of directors invited him to the base. The first purpose was just to take a fancy to all his important factories. If the snowstorm hadn't come, then with some of our factories and all of Wolf's industries, this place could become a new important financial area in the world, attracting more people to invest and hype up the land to sky-high prices. The president would still make money leading the company. We never thought of gathering more than 7 billion people together to make it easier for Wolf to make money alone."
See you tomorrow.
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