Fang Ming walked in the slightly dim underground base, and the man leading the way in front of him was talking to himself.
"Brother, let me give you a few words of advice. Don't ignore the rules that the big guy told you during the training just now. There are always a few troublemakers who challenge the rules here as soon as they come."
"Has anyone succeeded?" Fang Ming followed his words.
"Ha! He became quiet after two days of mining."
A group of volunteers wearing red vests passed by carrying supplies. These people were obviously in better spirits and even nodded when they saw Fang Ming.
"Isn't it said that everyone has to do voluntary labor? Why can you take me wandering around here?"
“Hehe, bro, I naturally have my own way.” The man laughed in a frivolous manner, “Besides, even if you want to be a jerk and resist the labor, they won’t let you starve to death. After all, it’s not a good reputation, and they will still give you life-sustaining meals.”
Fang Ming looked at the office building in the distance and said casually, "It seems that this place is still quite humane."
At this time, there was a noisy sound coming from the front, and vaguely quarreling and shouting could be heard.
“Oppose forced labor!”
"Give me back my freedom!"
…
Fang Ming and the man stood in the corner, watching a group of people in the distance thrusting brochures and flyers at everyone they met, shouting and trying to recruit people to join their gang.
"This is?"
"A bunch of lazy idiots."
The lewd man actually made a speech full of justice, "They are all the bosses or wives of wealthy men who stay at home. Asking them to work is like asking for their lives. They have different self-esteem, so how can they be willing to do hard labor, hehe!"
He turned his head and looked at Fang Ming with a smile, "Hey, brother, there are monsters everywhere outside, it's good to have a stutterer in here."
"It doesn't matter if we don't have any fun. Those law enforcement officers turned a blind eye. If you follow their lead..."
Before he finished speaking, a team of law enforcement officers had surrounded the guys who were trying to incite the movement, with electric batons and explosion-proof shields in their hands ready to go.
Fang Ming waved his hand, "So what is the fun you are talking about?"
"Hey, young men are just impatient. Come on, come on."
The two men left immediately.
Following the man's lead, Fang Ming walked in twists and turns for more than twenty minutes, bypassing an industrial area and stopping at a building in a remote corner.
Two burly men in suits were guarding the door and reached out to stop the two men when they saw them.
The wretched man who led the way quickly handed over two wrinkled cigarettes and smiled flatteringly, "Brother Zhang and Brother Li, these are from you."
The man in the suit took the cigarette and said with a tone that was half teasing and half contemptuous, "Old Zhu, you are still good at fooling people. This one you brought back this time looks pretty good."
The two sturdy men looked Fang Ming up and down. The look in their eyes was a bit like they were looking at a piece of fat braised pork, and a bit like they were admiring a delicate young girl, which was a bit presumptuous.
Is this going to become an urban legend?!
If this wretched man was talking about fun, Fang Ming wouldn't mind turning him into a joke too.
After a round of negotiations, the man called Lao Zhu pulled Fang Ming into the yard and explained to him as they walked.
"There are various special groups in the safety zone to enrich the leisure life after taking a break from labor. Most of them are formal and positive groups allowed and promoted by the government, such as sports groups and student groups, just like those college students."
"After all, we have to find something to entertain everyone, otherwise people will have mental breakdowns and commit suicide every day."
"Does that mean this is irregular?" Fang Ming asked.
"Hehe, brother, you really get it quickly." Lao Zhu touched his bald spot.
"Although the safe zone has been promoting good news, many people know that the situation is not optimistic. Many people have experienced the terrifying scene of a group of zombies rushing into the shelter. In that situation, whether someone can survive depends entirely on luck."
"Some people hold a pessimistic view, thinking that they won't live long anyway, so why work so hard? It would be better to... have some fun before they die."
“Are there many people who think this way?”
Old Zhu paused, "There are tens of thousands of survivors in this base. Even if only one in a hundred people have this idea, there are at least hundreds of people, and in fact there are far more than that."
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