Apocalypse Cockroach

When others were busy looking for supplies, Chen Guandong took thousands of people to the latest community in Wuhai City, and then began their own resettlement. It only took half a day, leaving some workers and their families to clean up the community. The environment, the rest of the people went to the factory that was assigned to them in advance, and began to rebuild the ammunition factory.

Just when Chen Guandong was busy with the workers, the discord came to the door, because most people were looking for supplies in the morning, so no one thought of finding a place for themselves.

After the afternoon, many people noticed the latest community, and they came to the community to go inside to find a house. I didn’t expect the family members who were being cleaned to stop. Now, many people don’t do it. These houses are all It is the thing of the Lord, why not let them in, and after the words are unreasonable, the dispute has taken place.

The families staying here are family members. The number of men is not many. Thousands of people have been besieged by thousands of people. The scene is tense, and in the noise, several clever children crowded out and ran to the new factory.

In the factory, more than a thousand people were sweating and installing various instruments and machinery. Chen Guandong had already forgotten the time and discussed the expansion of the factory with several technical backbones. He suddenly heard the back of his body and suddenly looked at him. Behind him.

"Chen brother, something happened... We have seen the heat in our house, we want to grab it, and now we are clamoring to drive our family out..."

Jiang Hao hurried over and shouted loudly. The surrounding hustle and bustle were silent at the same time. They all looked at how Chen Guandong handled it. Chen Guandong did not manage the factory again. He took a piece of iron from the ground and sipped it:

"Copy guy..."

The angered Chen Guandong was affirmed by everyone, and more than 1,700 people each found a tool to pick up their hands. As Chen Guandong rushed to the community together.

Chen Guandong came to the community under the leadership of the children. He only heard the crying and screaming of the woman from the army. The crowd outside squeezed it inside, screamed, and slammed the iron and rushed up. There were countless behind him. The worker red-eyed waving a wrench iron pliers...

"Things are like this. They are the houses where civilians want to occupy women. The men who work outside are rushing out. Up to now, 36 people have died, and 112 people have been seriously injured. Thousands of people..."

Zhou Jie was nervously standing in Zhang Xiaoqiang's report on the afternoon's fighting, and there were casualties. No one expected it. Chen Guandong, who took the lead in the wounding, was already under control. Now there are two groups of people outside, a group of people are civilians. We are demanding severe punishment of the murderer, and a group of workers are workers in the ammunition repacking factory. They think that Chen Guandong is not guilty.

Zhou Jie’s nervousness is because he has done a good thing into a bad thing. Zhang Xiaoqiang is not used to being exposed to emotions, so that he can’t guess the thoughts of Zhang Xiaoqiang’s mind. Facing Zhang Xiaoqiang’s increasingly deep authority, he feels more and more The big repression makes him unconsciously careful.

Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in a luxurious office chair with his feet on the solid mahogany desk in front of him, looking up at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, behind which was a giant map of Inner Mongolia.

The report has already been reported, Zhang Xiaoqiang does not speak, Zhou Jie only waits meditation, half awkward, Zhang Xiaoqiang asks in a faint tone:

“You told them to search for supplies freely, is it for everyone? The workers including the ammunition repacking factory also said?”

When I heard this, Zhou Jie’s eyes lit up and seemed to understand what he said. He quickly said:

“It’s for everyone, but the workers at the ammunition repacking factory gave up their own benefits. After resetting the new home, they re-modulated the machine at the new factory. Obviously, in their minds, it is more important to provide ammunition to the soldiers...”

When I heard Zhou Jie’s words, Zhang Xiaoqiang laughed. Then he put down his feet and sat up straight. He stretched his elbows on the table. He crossed his fingers and stared at the white hairs of Zhou Jie’s forehead:

"This is the gap, the gap between people, who is right and who is at a glance, those people are dead and deserved, and, even if they die, they can't let go, give a living to a *sin, send it to Sumu Township. Let them plant where to farm sheep..."

Zhou Jie hearted the gods, and some people began to smugly change their new environment. They must be beaten at once and let them know that whoever has the final say here...

Zhou Jie nodded to Zhang Xiaoqiang and prepared to go out to arrange, but was stopped by Zhang Xiaoqiang:

"Zhou Jie, you are the first person to follow me, but also the person who walked with me to the present. I value your ability, but I look at the relationship between major families. You don't have to force yourself, some small things. You will let the people below do it. You are only responsible for some general direction...."

When he heard Zhang Xiaoqiang push his heart, Zhou Jie only felt his nose sour, and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang deeply. He looked down and asked:

"How is Chen Guandong arranged? Immediately let him go?"

When Zhang Xiaoqiang heard the name, he could not help but be interested in the technical guidance before putting the factory in his personal interests. He said casually:

"Give him his information, and let him come to see me..."

Seeing Chen Guandong's first sight, Zhang Xiaoqiang almost regarded this man as one of the most ordinary passers-by. Although he managed more than a thousand ammunition workers, this man is still an ordinary appearance, his eyes are muddy, with a trace of Dodge, the body is not clean, in addition to blood spots, there are all kinds of large pieces of oil.

Dry cheeks, thin forehead, ordinary appearance, Zhang Xiaoqiang was curious about this person, his eyes looked at the man from top to bottom, and Zhang Xiaoqiang saw his hands in the more cautious men.

There are stains and oil stains on his hands. Zhang Xiaoqiang’s line of sight can infinitely magnify the old man on his fingertips. The usual man does not grow a pair of pianist-like slender hands. The short and thick fingers seem to be more suitable for handling.

Looking at these hands, Zhang Xiaoqiang knows that the masters of both hands used it to reload tens of thousands of bullets. The highest record is to reload 13 pieces per minute, which has already caught up with the speed of the automatic mechanical table.

"I have read your information, it is very good, has been diligent and diligent, relying on his own efforts and research, from the bottom of the ordinary workers to become the first production technician, although the management ability is general, but through words and deeds, the ammunition production will be improved Twenty percent, if it is not limited to the supply of raw materials, I am afraid that this number is not limited.

I want to know, you are so desperate, what do you want? What makes you have such perseverance and perseverance, from a most clumsy newcomer to a technical guide for more than a thousand people"

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not have the habit of turning around, first raised his own doubts. Edison Chen was too perfect and perfect. The whole person seemed to live only for work. Others didn’t care. He couldn’t help but ask himself. Is this person in front of him? saint? However, even saints are selfish, and people who are truly unselfish do not exist.

Chen Guandong saw the great leader who led them to kill millions of zombies. My heart was very cautious. For them, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who never made a pro-people policy, was just a legend, a true hero, facing this tens of thousands of people. The army ~www.readwn.com~ to recover the big leader of the prefecture-level city, he did not even dare to look at the mind.

When I heard Zhang Xiaoqiang’s inquiry, Chen Guandong did not dare to have any concealment. For the first time, he told people the thoughts in his heart:

"I used to be just an ordinary person, married an ordinary wife, and gave birth to an ordinary son. Later, the world changed. The former phoenix became a sparrow. Our ordinary people can also touch the dream of the heart.

In order to dream, I use all my strengths to constantly improve my limits. When I am about to complete my dreams, I find that all the beauty is just the illusion in my heart... ”

Chen Guandong said in his heart, but the name of the person he never said, fearing to say shame, for a woman who is ten years younger than herself, is like a pure boy.

After listening to Chen Guandong's words, Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head, Chen Guandong's entanglement, in fact, nothing in his eyes, just a man who lost love can not find the direction of life, the work as his only, can be regarded as an emotional The injured man, although according to Chen Guandong's current identity, wants to marry the woman easily, but Chen Guandong gives up himself, he naturally will not go to be a middleman to talk.

"Well, I know, you don't have to worry about the dead. As long as the ammunition factory can recover soon, it is not a problem to kill more people. You don't need to worry about your personal problems. I will help you arrange it. Now I will give you an appointment. You don't have to quit, just do it...."

Speaking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang took out a document paper and pushed it under the eyelids of Chen Guandong. When he saw the dense handwriting on it, Chen Guandong’s heart suddenly stopped.

"The technical guidance of the original ammunition factory, Chen Guandong, is diligent, serious and rigorous. He is appointed as the director of the mine department. He is responsible for the recovery of various mines, and enjoys military positions and ranks."