The shelter is very large.

There's not much else, but there are many vacant buildings.

The survivors were scattered across various areas, with most living in dormitories where the living conditions were relatively good.

They are usually 6-8 person rooms.

The space is large and not crowded; at least you don't have to squeeze dozens of people together. It's much better than some unscrupulous factories and lousy schools.

The living conditions for armed personnel are better; they do not stay in dormitories but generally stay in single rooms in hotels.

Middle-level managers and senior executives typically live in detached apartments.

That morning.

The survivors finished their breakfast in the canteen.

Those with jobs start working, while those without jobs prepare to check if there are any new job openings today.

These past two days.

The shelter has taken in two more groups of people.

The jobs are broadcaster and electrician, but not everyone can do them; there are few qualified people.

A large crowd had gathered in front of the billboard. They had heard on the radio yesterday that notices would be posted today, and they were all there looking for jobs.

"Don't push, let me see first."

"It's impossible to squeeze in. Can someone inside tell me if there are any new job openings?"

"Don't rush, everyone. I'll tell you after I've finished reading."

"You're kidding me. Someone said the same thing last time, and that guy actually went and signed up after reading it."

It's obvious.

These survivors were eager to find something to do, partly because they were too idle, and partly because they wanted to build a shelter.

They wanted to contribute their share.

And another thing.

Those who have jobs can receive an extra subsidy, which includes food such as instant noodles, bread, and drinks.

Although they can eat their fill every day now, the food in the cafeteria is too bland, and they occasionally want to eat something better.

Before we knew it.

Their living standards are gradually rising, and having enough to eat is no longer their only pursuit.

.........

After reading the announcement.

Scarface struggled to squeeze through the crowd, and his companions gathered around, asking questions one after another:

"Did you read the announcement carefully?"

Are there any new job openings?

"What kind of new job is it? Is there one that would suit us?"

They were all scavengers.

I went out a few days ago, but I didn't get much out of it, and things have come back to the way they were before.

The profits in the new district have been squeezed dry, and going out to scavenge for scraps isn't a good idea anymore; it's better to find a job.

Scarface's expression was a bit strange. Seeing that he refused to speak, his companions became anxious.

"Scarface, say something!"

"You're not thinking of secretly signing up by yourself, are you? We're brothers who'd risk our lives for each other, you can't go it alone!"

"Are you worried about being overheard? Let's find a quieter place to talk."

It's not that he doesn't want to talk about it.

The main issue is that the announcement didn't mention any new positions being created, but there was a scavenging task that was very suitable for them.

The announcement reads:

The shelter lacks toiletries such as soap and shower gel, as well as electronic devices such as mobile phones, tablets, and laptops.

If the scavengers in the shelter are willing to go out and collect such supplies, they can later exchange these items for other supplies at the office.

.........

Not far away.

A group of people were slowly walking towards them.

In the crowd, a sharp-eyed person noticed the leader and excitedly shouted, "Mr. Lin is here!"

The crowd immediately stirred.

The survivors turned around and looked back, then quickly moved to a different position, surrounding Lin Mo completely.

"Mr. Lin, have you eaten yet?"

"Mr. Lin, are you here to post a new notice?"

"Mr. Lin, are there any new job openings recently? I'd like to find something to do."

Seeing this scene.

With a faint smile on his face, Lin Mo responded to each of the enthusiastic survivors.

"Thank you for your concern, I have already eaten at home."

"No new factories will be opened in the near future, and there will be no new jobs created, but there are related plans for the future."

"Don't worry, everyone. The conditions in the shelter will get better and better, and everyone will be able to find something to do."

Speaking of which...

Lin Mo seemed to suddenly remember something and continued, "By the way, everyone has seen the notice, right?"

“I know that there is plenty of food in the shelter recently, so no one wants to go out to scavenge.”

"But we really need these things. The zombies outside have been cleared out very well, and it's not as dangerous as everyone thinks."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The scavengers in the crowd then began to speak up.

"Don't worry, Mr. Lin, I'll find a few teammates and we'll go out to scavenge as soon as we have the equipment."

"I don't really need toiletries and electronics; they should be easy to find."

"I've been living too comfortably lately and haven't gone out for a long time. It's time to get out and about."

Those who were speaking were all scavengers.

These people are all quite daring.

The other survivors remained silent, clearly indicating they did not want to venture out and take the risk.

Lin Mo didn't care about this. Everyone has a different personality, and it's understandable that they don't want to go out and take risks.

At least they are very enthusiastic about their work and are willing to build shelters inside. It's good that they don't think about just loafing around and waiting to die.

"Mr. Lin, why are we looking for these things?"

"The shelter has several generators, and the collection of electronic products is definitely for the convenience of the work."

"But there's no internet now, isn't there?"

"Don't worry about that. Maybe Mr. Lin has a way to solve it. Anyway, collecting these things will definitely be useful."

"Then what about collecting toiletries? These things don't seem to have any other use. Does Mr. Lin think we're dirty?"

"You have the nerve to say that? Look at yourself, you're as black as a lump of coal. Forget Mr. Lin, I find you disgusting."

These words were spoken.

The crowd burst into laughter; everyone was joking, and the atmosphere was very cheerful.

Lin Mo smiled and said, "Personal hygiene is very important; you should pay more attention to it."

In the crowd.

Some of the girls felt conflicted upon hearing this. They glanced at Liu Shiman next to Lin Mo and lowered their heads in self-consciousness.

After Lin Mo and his group left.

The crowd gradually dispersed, but most people did not go back; instead, they wandered around the park.

Some of the scavengers went back to call for reinforcements and organize their equipment, while others stayed behind to form teams.

"So, what do you say, are we going or not?"

"Since everyone is here, let's discuss and reach a consensus. If we're going, we can go back and get the equipment."

"It's a pity the captain isn't here. Scarface, what are your thoughts?"

Scarface replied, "Why not go?"

"Anyway, there's no danger outside. Encountering zombies is harder than finding food. We can exchange these things for supplies."

The bearded man nodded. "Since everyone wants to go, let's go back together and get the equipment."

.........