Ye Lang picked up Xiong Yuan by the waist as she exclaimed, and walked towards the lounge chair by the swimming pool.
"You dare to take advantage of my wives? Wait till I see how I'll deal with you!"
But at this moment, the shrill phone call suddenly rang, breaking the beautiful atmosphere.
Ye Lang frowned, put Xiong Yuan down, walked to the table and picked up his phone.
A hurried voice came from the other end of the phone:
“Boss, the entire Worry-Free Building has a power outage.
Everyone is panicking. Without air conditioning and lighting, the indoor temperature will soon become extremely cold.
How am I supposed to get through the night?"
Ye Lang was not anxious, but said in a deep voice:
"Don't worry, Wuyou has plenty of bedding and thick clothes. Even if there's no electricity or air conditioning, it'll just be a little harder to endure. No one will die.
Besides, think about it, what is the most important thing for us Wuyou besides broadcasting? "
On the other side, Zhao Lang was stunned and answered uncertainly:
"Talent...talent?"
"What's a talent? It's a cell phone, you pig-brained fool.
Check your phone. Is the battery at 100%? Is the signal strong enough?
Zhao Lang continued in confusion:
"Yeah, the battery is full, the internet is full, so what? Any problem?"
Ye Lang was stunned for a moment, then reacted and cursed in his heart: "I really can't stand this kind of anger with you psychics. Because you don't even realize that this is a doomsday of collapse."
He said directly:
"You and Meng Hao and the others, collect all of Wuyou's cell phones.
I also have 3,000 mobile phones here. You can distribute them later and make sure everyone has 5."
After thinking about it, Ye Lang added:
"One Xiaomi phone is equivalent to two Xiaomi phones."
Zhao Lang quickly nodded in agreement, but still couldn't help asking:
"Boss, what can we do with so many cell phones?"
Ye Lang held his forehead, feeling extremely tired, and could only patiently reply:
"Have everyone take photos with their phones, and then turn on the flashlights and put them under the covers to keep warm."
"Oh~, I understand, dear boss, you are such a wise boss."
Zhao Lang hung up the phone and took action immediately.
However, Ye Lang looked at the sky outside the window, feeling extremely absurd.
Although it is ridiculous, it actually exists in this collapsed apocalyptic world.
There was a power outage, but my cell phone and internet were still working and the battery wasn't being consumed. It seemed like some kind of irony.
Is this really the real world? Why doesn't anyone realize this except me?
Looking at the girls lying on the lounge chairs by the pool, they were still browsing their phones with excitement on their faces.
I had no idea why there was internet during a power outage and why my phone battery was still full.
Ye Lang couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head. Perhaps he was the only one who could see the logic behind this doomsday.
The entire earth seemed to have become a huge melting pot of desire, and everyone was trapped in it, unable to extricate themselves.
Mobile phones, live broadcasts, borderline videos and small movies, or anything that can arouse human emotions and desires, are the only comfort in this doomsday world.
Although Ye Lang guessed the purpose of the creator behind this doomsday, he didn't know why.
It's too absurd and too broken.
Is this a world of Slaanesh?
But this world does not really exist.
Bi Xiao, Bi Jin, Yao Xi, Xiong Ting, Tang Xiaowan, A Zhen and the eight young ladies from Meishu Jindao.
They gave Ye Lang a very real feeling, without a trace of falsehood.
They will bleed, sweat, cry and lack water.
I will also sweat and bleed.
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