Doomsday Crazy Meow

Chapter 103 May I ask what are your specialties?
The big sign of "Qiuzhuang Town Power Plant" stands here. This factory building was supposed to be a garment factory, and the word "knitting" can be vaguely seen on the dilapidated sign.

However, at this time, all the original machines inside had been removed, and replaced by power-generating bicycles.

The power plant occupies a huge area, not only the former factory buildings, but also several surrounding communities and commercial buildings are included, and there are also pieces of temporary prefabricated houses, which can't be seen at a glance.

Looking around, there are at least tens of thousands of power-generating bicycles.

The doors and windows of all the factory buildings have been removed, leaving only gray buildings, and people who are pedaling bicycles can be seen at a glance.

Every time they stepped on it, the kinetic energy was converted into electricity, which was transmitted to the main city of Jicheng Fortress through the thick cables.

From time to time, people came and went in and out of the various building gates of the power plant. Against the backdrop of those gray buildings, they looked like ants.

Unlike other places where no one cares, there are several teams of soldiers with live ammunition patrolling around this power plant. These soldiers have no expression on their faces, but they give off a chilling feeling.

After all, the energy supply of the fortress is too important to allow any mistakes.

For many monkeys that generate electricity, this is their last resort. If they are robbed after working hard all day here, they might as well die.

Moreover, next to the factory building is a food exchange point, where energy points can be used to buy food directly. Five energy points can be exchanged for [-] calories of food, which is basically pureed starch paste, and cold water is enough.

If you spend a little more energy, you can even buy salted peanuts and hard-boiled eggs.

Therefore, the vicinity of this power plant can be said to be the safest place in the entire Qiuzhuang Town.

However, although the security is tight, the power plant is free to enter and exit at any time. Anyone who wants to earn energy points can go in with his own capacitor, insert it into the card slot next to the bicycle generator, and start pedaling the bicycle.

Walking into the gate of the power plant, you can see lean people coming out of it all the time. There are men and women among these people, all of whom look tired. It is obvious that they have just worked as a power generation monkey for a few hours and earned a day's food .

Many people walked in from the outside with a blank face, found an empty bicycle and started to generate electricity desperately.

These people basically have numb faces, and there are quite a few people in strange clothes, no one cares about Zuo Chen at all.

He also walked in with the flow of people, and a sour smell of sweat evaporated immediately hit his face.

At this moment, he finally understood why all the doors and windows had been dismantled. In each factory building, there were dozens of hundreds of "power generation monkeys" pedaling hard to generate electricity. The huge amount of physical labor made them sweat profusely, and even their bodies were steaming. Inside the factory is as hot as a sauna.

Even in severe winter, the building of this power plant is still steaming.

The vast majority of people have numb faces, staring at the number of energy points in front of them or the clock in front of them, waiting for this long time to end soon.

Moreover, they can't even be lazy, only when they reach a certain speed can they have enough energy points, otherwise, it will only consume more time.

A few "power generation monkeys" read the broken books in their hands or a few newspapers of unknown date while pedaling to pass the time.

There are also some acquaintances who talk while pedaling, but they all seem weak.

Zuo Chen walked through this factory building, and saw that many bicycles had the logos of "Worship Bicycle" and "UFO" on them. Obviously, many of them were directly transformed from the former shared bicycles.

Speaking of which, the surviving humans in the fortress should also thank the former shared bicycle companies, otherwise, the origins of many bicycle factories would have become nests of zombies, and they really couldn't find so many bicycles for a while.

In a sense, the crazy money-burning behavior of shared bicycle companies saved the major human fortresses in the last days.

Thinking about it this way, everything in the world is really a bit subtle...

Zuo Chen was thinking in a mess, found an empty car and sat down, plugged in his own capacitor, and prepared to make a power generation orange cat to feel it.

This capacitor can be used to store electrical energy and take it away for use, or it can be directly transmitted to the main grid, and then converted into encrypted information inside the capacitor to record the generated electricity, which is quite convenient.

Zuo Chen jumped onto the bicycle seat, put his front paws on the handle, stretched his legs, and began to pedal the bicycle.

As soon as the left leg kicks, the pedals run down immediately, and the chain starts to rotate.

Only in the next moment, the pedal had completely left his left hind paw, and his left leg was directly suspended in the air...

not long enough!
I can't even push on whether there is any! !

If he was a human in Jicheng Fortress, he must have starved to death long ago! ! !
Resisting the urge to kick the bicycle over, Zuo Chen climbed down with a dark face and walked out of the factory building.

Primates are amazing!
Bah Bah!

He hurriedly walked outside the power plant with a displeased face, and saw on the steps outside the plant, a group of people who had just finished power generation were chomping at the food they bought, chatting weakly from time to time, or casually Swipe on the ground a few times.

The food in their hands was a kind of lump made of starch, and some people took a few steamed buns and a small bag of mustard, with a happy expression on their faces, which attracted the envy of others.

These foods can only guarantee basic survival, and even barely offset the calories they consume by pedaling bicycles.

It is precisely because of this that these power-generating monkeys are all extremely thin. Although their muscles are good, they all look malnourished.

There are not many fat people to be found in the entire Qiuzhuang town.

Zuo Chen walked over and sat down on the steps, glanced to the side, and suddenly found out what those people were drawing on the ground.

One of them, holding a pile of sand in his hand, even drew a sand portrait of Mona Lisa, and it was so lifelike!

The other is tapping a piece of wood while eating, playing a moving melody and rhythm, humming softly in his mouth, no less than the singers in those TV talent shows before the end of the world.

There is also a person who writes a beautiful handwriting casually, comparable to a calligraphy master.

Looking at their looks, they looked relaxed. Obviously, this time is a rare time of the day to rest and relax.

Zuo Chen tilted his head and said to a thin man sitting next to him: "Dude, amazing, artist meow! Who are you all?"

The man turned his head and saw that he should only be in his 30s, but his forehead was full of wrinkles, his face was wrinkled, and he looked almost 50 years old.

"Haha, didn't you just say that? We are the most useless ordinary people in the last days, and we used to be engaged in literature and art." The wrinkled man was quite energetic, and he looked at Zuo Chen with great interest and said.

Zuo Chen nodded, in this era where survival is paramount, most non-technical skills have become useless talents.If he was living here as an ordinary person, he probably wouldn't be much better off. After all, he is only a student of the Chinese Department, and his only specialty is cooking.

"Brother, what specialties do you have?" Zuo Chen continued to ask.

"Me? Hahahahaha, my specialty is the most fucking useless..." The man suddenly laughed, tears streaming down his face, as if he was caught by Zuo Chen's question: "I used to be a network A writer who specializes in writing fucking novels of the last days!"

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I recommend a copy of "I'm Not a Big Star" by Wumaxing. If you are interested, you can read it.

　Thanks to book friends Jianpai 12138, Misfortune Pure Black, Chen Buyi, and Xueyue for their rewards!Continue to ask for collections, recommendations, rewards and publicity for various requests!In addition, do you think your specialties can make a living in the doomsday fortress?I'm going to starve to death anyway.

　　
　
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