Natural Disaster Strikes: From Joining the Rescue Team

Chapter 885, Survivors, I love you
Chaloli became more and more excited as he spoke: "The respected president has a far-sighted vision. He requires the base to be large enough to accommodate survivors from all over the world. To do this, we need a lot of people to carry out infrastructure construction and expand the base into a very large place. Our people are either serving in the hospital or digging underground bases. Otherwise, there are our engineers on the dome, and our workers on the dome production line in the ice and snow zone at the edge of the base. Please allow me to say that the public service rate of our people has reached 90%! It's not that we don't have factories or enough production lines, but we don't have people! Your Highness, please hand over all these survivors to the Kingdom of Esor, I beg you."

The camera moves here, not from Charoli to Wolf, but after shaking it appears in the snow and ice.

There was endless ice and snow, with wind and snow howling in the distance, and the nearby sky was silent, as if something was about to be revealed.

Batches of vehicles stopped here, and the people getting off wore protective clothing.

After they tested some instruments, golden sunlight began to shine down faintly, first as thin as through a layer of fog, and then became brighter.

Someone shouted loudly: "The dome expansion has been successfully installed, the air is also good, and the temperature will be above ten degrees in three hours. Let the workers come down and clean up here quickly. The new block is still waiting to be built."

The second group of people who came down were all wearing down jackets instead of protective clothing.

They came down and gave some instructions, then got into their respective vehicles, this time an excavator.

The snow layer was destroyed and pushed away by the truck bed. There was a loud bang and laughter followed.

"Another lake."

"If we push all this snow over there, it will almost fill up the building."

"I hope it's a freshwater lake this time. I heard the company is planning to build a saltwater lake. Does anyone like marine fish?"

"If you ask me, let's not be picky. We have food, drink, work and life in this base. Think about what it's like outside the base."

"Work, work, work hard everyone"

The camera fast-forwards, and the scene now shows the permafrost exposed after the snow has been cleared. A large number of convoys come over, unloading various materials and a large number of workers quickly build houses and form streets between the houses.

Some workers also dug up the ground to lay wires, water pipes and other infrastructure.

The camera was raised and filmed from above the workers. One could see that the densely packed workers all came out of their holes like industrious ants. It was a huge number.

At this time, the camera shook again, darkened, and then brightened, appearing in front of an elevator.

The door of the sedan opened, and teams of workers came out. Someone waved in one direction, "Hello, where is Professor Lin Bicui Zhang? We are workers here to do some work."

The voice that answered angrily said, "It's me! You guys are too late. Do you know what the underground rooms you guys built are for? Underground planting, underground planting, it's called underground planting! The responsibility of feeding the seven billion people in the base is entrusted to my team, and the other agricultural teams are just assisting me! How come you guys are so late and there are so few of you!"

"Professor, please listen to me."

"All I want is enough underground growing rooms today! I don't want to hear anything else."

"Professor, please listen to me, excuse me, can you listen to me for a few words?"

"Hmph, you say!"

"Professor, I am Kang Jianguo, the commander-in-chief of the underground base. You lost your temper with my workers' progress yesterday, the day before yesterday, and a month ago. Professor, I took the time to see you and talk to you about our work."

Lin Bicui Zhang: "Even if you are the younger brother of the respected president, you still have to follow my pace. Now, listen to me. My team is responsible for the food of the entire base. Is there anything wrong with me going underground?"

Kang Jianguo's tone remained steady: "Professor, I have always kept your work in mind. On the first day I received the request to assist you, I sent all the workers I could to you."

Lin Bicui Zhang interrupted him rudely: "There are more than seven billion people in this base, and you only gave me 30,000 workers! Humph, if I were you, I wouldn't bring up this topic."

Kang Jianguo: "That's right. There are more than 7 billion people in the base, but only 1 billion were assigned to me."

Lin Bicui Zhang: "You have so many people but you only gave me 30,000. Do you want me to scold you?"

Kang Jianguo: "These one billion people, including me, are working underground where seven billion people live. We divide the area equally, so one person is responsible for the underground area of ​​seven people. Do you understand? Before I came to see you, I specifically asked about your position."

Lin Bicui Zhang said sharply, "I have a high status. I am a famous agricultural professor and a young genius! I grow food for you to eat. You can't neglect my work."

Kang Jianguo: "But each of my workers has to dig down countless layers after they are responsible for the underground area for seven people!"

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Kang Jianguo continued, "Our base is not one meter for each of the seven billion people. Workers only need to dig seven meters down to form a beautiful underground base. Each of the seven billion people has a living room, a work area, a street park for walking, and a library for reading. If your relatives are in other neighborhoods, there is also a train station, bus station, and a small airport in the base. Distribute these areas to each of the seven billion people, and each of my one billion people will share the heavy work. If the underground base is just about digging the ground and digging out an area, I won't come to see you. You said that the progress of the project is not enough, so just send workers to you. But the company's plan for the underground base is that for every underground base that is built, including the living area, it must be prepared to dig ten more layers down in the future. Do you understand what I mean, professor?"

Judging from the tone, Kang Jianguo had no intention of stopping, but Lin Bicui Zhang mumbled something unclearly here.

"Humph."

Kang Jianguo also responded politely: "Thank you, Professor. I just said that I have inquired about your position. I can safely communicate with you about my work secrets."

Then, he didn't give Lin Bicui Zhang any chance to interrupt and continued talking nonstop.

"As far as I am concerned, the respected president is the only strong one. He has provided us with a good place to live, and there are street gardens and public facilities to enjoy. Professor Li Qi follows the president and continues to expand the habitable area under the dome every day. This is a good thing that everyone welcomes, but my work increases every day. The company's requirement for the underground base is that each floor must be qualified. The genius professor should know what is qualified. Qualified means that if the wind and snow do not stop, our descendants may need to expand the underground base by 100 or 1,000 floors, and each underground floor I build now must guarantee the future load-bearing capacity. When constructing each floor, we must consider sharing the load-bearing capacity of the next 1,000 floors, rather than just digging it out. Professor, the dome is expanding every day, and each floor of my underground base must also expand. I only have 1 billion people doing underground projects for a total population of more than 7 billion people living on the ground. You have to plant fields, and other things. Professors want research rooms, and Major General Billy Morton wants a flight research and development room that is larger than the ground one. It must withstand impacts and explosions, etc. These are professional rooms. Sorry, these may involve issues in the professional field. I won't say more here, so as not to say more. Professor, please understand my work and my workers who have been working overtime to build planting fields for you. I really can't spare more manpower. Oh, there are survivors in the snow, but after they came to the base, not all of them were distributed to me. It is said that some entered Wolf's factory. This is really unreasonable. A large amount of supplies can be found in the snow, including food and daily necessities. At this stage, we don't need too many workers. Oh, professor, I'm not insinuating you. No matter how much food there is in the snow, we urgently need to grow it ourselves. I'm done, please don't look so ugly. If you don't understand, I can explain it again from the beginning, okay? "Lin Bicui. Zhang: "Wait."

She then said, "Butler, please connect me to Princess Helen."

Princess Helen: "Hello, Professor, what can I do for you?"

Lin Bicui. Zhang Pilipala: "How can I find you if I have nothing to do? If not you, who else can I find! Mr. President asked me to grow crops, and I have cultivated enough seedlings, but where is the land? Where is the land! I heard that the survivors rescued from the snow are working in the factory, but there is a man named Kang Jianguo in front of me, and he needs more workers to work for me!"

The camera switches back to the survivors' lobby.

Princess Helen ended the call and was furious at Wolf. She called out to Charoli who was still in front of her, "Follow me. It's time to talk to this bastard. His workers have been matched and he can't take away any survivors."

The camera pauses and lines of text appear.

"Three days of debate have produced no result. We can only ask the president to make the final decision."

Yue Feng's original voice: "For me, competition is part of my job and has become part of my life to some extent. Therefore, I oppose the views of both of you. Mr. Wolf believes that he has made great contributions to the base and should be allocated a fixed share of the population. The board of directors believes that the population should be distributed equally, without considering that more people are needed for infrastructure construction at the current stage. After the base infrastructure is completed, more people will be needed for production. Both of you have wiped out the competition with your own reasons. Besides, the survivors are free, they are not slaves brought back by us, they have the right to choose their own future, work, life, marriage, etc. This is their right. Please compete, and if you want to get more people, please come up with better means. Thank you."

The footage was replayed, and the procession was walking on the street. They shouted loudly: "We have human rights, we have freedom. After we were put on the plane with weapons pointed at our heads and came to this base, we have been working and living our own lives. Everyone's life includes family, relatives, and friends, but we don't. We have human rights, we have freedom, we have the right to see our family, relatives, and friends at the base, please send a plane to pick them up, pick up our pets, and move our assets. We have human rights, we have freedom."

After the lights in the silver-white room were turned off, only the milk in the bathtub was swaying with a faint white light.

The bathtub is an adjustable automatic heat preservation type, so no matter how long Ye Lin soaks in it, the milk will not get cold.

Ye Lin opened her eyes wide and continued to watch intently, staring at the projection screen without blinking.

The robot's cold voice sounded: "Master, it's time for you to go to bed."

Ye Lin couldn't help laughing, "Housekeeper, I'm going to sleep late tonight," she said playfully, "This is with the president's prior consent."

Ye Lin's life manager said, "Okay, Master, but I suggest that you go back to your bedroom to read the documents, as it will be more comfortable. For human skin, soaking in the water for too long can cause serious or minor damage."

Yue Feng: "Thank you for speaking up, butler."

"You're welcome, Mr. President."

A robot and a human both said this, and Ye Lin accepted it all. She got up and took a shower. As expected, Xiao Yuan brought her more milk. Ye Lin drank it all in one breath, brushed her teeth, cleaned her face, blew her hair, and went back to the bedroom to sit on her comfortable big bed. She asked the housekeeper to turn on the projector again and project it onto the wall opposite her.

Countless voices mixed with the sound of singing came together.

Looking at the scene, it was quite chaotic.

This was another silver-white hall, and most of the people were wearing torn clothes, which were obvious signs of survivors.

Some of the survivors looked forward, their smiles wrinkling their faces to the maximum extent possible.

Some survivors looked in the opposite direction with straight eyes.

And in front, behind, and around them, there were performances and speeches.

Princess Dave, who was very beautiful at a young age, stood on a table and sang: "Survivors, I love you. I am the little princess of the Kingdom of Esor. I and my country welcome you."

In the other direction, there was a row of beautiful women singing and dancing, including Princess Helen.

Wolf walked back and forth between two tables, passionately introducing his company.

A dozen people squeezed over, looked left and right and felt a little regretful: "We are late."

Next to one person's head was a note: "This country's diplomat Chen Xiang, his son Major Chen Gang is a pilot, and his daughter Chen Fei is a doctor of chemistry."

Chen Xiang took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead, and discussed with the people next to him: "Shall we dance or sing?"

Someone at the side shouted: "I am Zuo's father. My son Zuo is a pilot. Is there anyone rescued by Major Zuo? Then we are a family. Come to our country quickly. We saved you."

Chen Xiang and others' eyes lit up: "That's fine too."

They learned and applied what they learned: "Is there anyone who came back with pilot Chen Gang? I am Chen Gang's father. Come to my neighborhood. I am the person in charge. You can tell me what conditions you have."

In the distance, the little princess sang: "Survivors, please come to the Kingdom of Esor. We all love you."

Princess Helen led a group of people to dance the folk dance of the Hambal Federation.

The survivors' hall suddenly became a concert hall, dance hall, lecture venue and place of gratitude.

Have a nice weekend, see you tomorrow.