At this time, if someone consumes more than 2 kilograms of food, the staff will immediately stand still and start to say auspicious words loudly.

"Thank you, boss! I wish you all the best, good luck, and prosperity every year! May all your wishes come true."

After the staff dressed as a ball said this, they took off the green seaweed on their shoulders, surrounded the man in the middle and prepared to jump.

This is Granfan’s new idea this time.

In order to make every customer feel that their money is well spent, he asked a group of staff to dance in public and wave green sticky seaweed as ribbons after the consumption exceeded a certain amount.

It was obvious that no one except him liked it very much.

The man surrounded by the green seaweed gently moved his fingers.

The seaweed carried on the shoulder of a staff member suddenly came alive. Like a snake, it wrapped around the staff member's head, completely wrapped around it and stuck tightly.

"Ah, what is this!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Help."

Several game players rushed over, tore off the kelp and rescued the staff.

When I turned around, I saw that the staff was fine, but the prop was broken!

The people at the back who didn't buy anything made sounds of regret that sounded real and fake.

"This is such a pity!"

"That's right. I'm buying things here, but there's no one here to perform. I feel like something is missing."

Everyone rolled their eyes.

Why are you pretending? Don’t you know who you are?

The props were damaged, so the dance naturally couldn't continue, and the sales process suddenly became much faster.

Before long, the whole event was over.

Grandfan also returned to the stage.

He put his hands in his pockets and kept stamping his feet. He was obviously frozen. He looked at the people in the audience and said in a trembling voice,

“The relationship between people is a kind of fate. We are grateful that we are still in the same base. We are grateful that we have survived the extreme heat and the extreme cold. I don’t know how long we humans can persist in the future, but everyone in the audience is the hope of the base. I hope you can survive. As long as you are here, humanity will be here.”

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere suddenly became dull.

Why does this old man look like he is leaving his last words?

Director Fan continued, "Ahem... Humanity has survived countless crises to this day. I believe that what our ancestors were able to persevere through, our generation can also... Ahem...

The base has been working hard during this period and has taken many detours. Sometimes the results are not satisfactory, which will disappoint everyone who is working on it.

Here, I, an old man, would like to apologize to you all. I have done a lot of embarrassing things, but if I were given the choice again, I would still do the same.

We have done our job well, and the total number of people who survived in our base is the highest among all bases. As an old man, I have a clear conscience."

While speaking, Director Fan kept coughing.

Everyone in the audience was very quiet.

During these two years, they watched him transform from a man with black hair into a white-haired, shriveled and thin old man.

"Director Fan, if you have anything to say, just say it directly. Don't beat around the bush."

"Yeah, why are you trying to get emotional with us? If you want us to donate food, just say so."

Director Fan took a few breaths and waved his hand, "I don't want your food this time."

"I called everyone here today because I wanted to tell you something. The base is now out of ammunition and food. Tomorrow we will distribute food from the last granary. We don't need your credit points this time. Everyone will get one. Ordinary people will get two bean cakes, and talented people will get five bean cakes. After this distribution, the base will be empty. Your future will depend on you."

"But don't worry, the base has not been disbanded. As long as I am here, I will continue to work hard for you. It's just that the base can't do anything about the food issue."

After saying this, Director Fan's whole body suddenly became hunched over, as if he had aged ten years.

There was total silence in the audience.

Everyone feels that the base is like a mountain. No matter if the sky collapses or the ground sinks, the base will support it.

Now suddenly someone comes out and says that the base is no longer viable, and they simply cannot accept this.

Director Fan smiled, breaking the deadlock and trying to be optimistic. "Of course, I called everyone here not to give up. I want to tell you to hold on."

Everyone looked up at Director Fan.

"Someone with foresight once said that we humans are not in a desperate situation. As long as we hold on, we will have a bright future. You are the best people in our base. You are the hope of mankind. As long as you hold on, mankind will not be wiped out in the long river of history."

There was dead silence in the audience, no one spoke.

Don’t the talented people know that the current situation is very difficult?

Not really.

In the beginning, the base sold bean cakes on time, but later the quantity sold became less and less, and no longer regular, which made everyone predict something.

But now that the base had made the food shortage issue public, everyone was filled with sadness and panic.

Is there nothing even the base can do?

So what should they do?

The game players are fine, but the most panicked ones are the late awakeners. They awakened once, but it seems that apart from making their vitality stronger, there seems to be... nothing else to it?

When you are hungry, it seems that all your talents are not as useful as a bean cake.

Ji He looked at everyone's sad mood and pursed his lips.

Director Fan said something that was right. Just keep insisting.

Food.

It will be available soon.

Just as Ji He was struggling over whether to speak, someone in the late awakening area of ​​Zone B shouted, "Director Fan, I know a piece of news about the 50 billion boss, and this news can solve the difficulties of our base!"

Ji He: ???

Director Fan was about to leave, but when he heard this, he suddenly stopped and shouted in delight, "Sir, please speak!!!"

The gifted speaker was a long-nosed, upright, bear-like creature covered in black hair. He stood up straight and spoke loudly,

"Healing mushroom, Director Fan, as long as you give me the healing mushroom, I will tell you the news immediately. I am sure that once this news comes out, it will definitely solve Director Fan's current troubles."

This person was very confident and even said, "I am willing to take a lie detector test and I will take responsibility for what I say."

Director Fan nodded and waved his hand. Soon a man came out and whispered something in Director Fan's ear.

The gifted people in front heard it all. What the man said was, "The truth."

Director Fan nodded, his brows slightly relaxed, and looked at the man, "We don't have healing mushrooms, can you change your request?"

The man was very sure, "You did, I saw it."

People around were talking about it.

"What is a healing mushroom? Is this a healing item? Why did he specifically mention a healing mushroom when he wanted a healing item?"