Dr. An's face was so dark that it was unbearable to look at: "It's ridiculous to make trouble without reason!"
After saying that, he shook his hand and walked out without leaving.
Qiao Xuejun looked at his back, her face also cold: "Don't look at the actual situation, look at the background, stinky and sour."
Dr. An's face twitched and he walked away without looking back.
Ren Wangwang was at a loss as to what to do. How did the quarrel start? He didn't understand how the matter developed. Although he was biased towards Teacher Qiao, from the perspective of policy regulations, both of them were great experts and it was not easy to offend them.
What a headache.
Ren Wangwang glanced at Qiao Xuejun and ran to see Dr. An off, intending to persuade him again, explain things, and win him over.
Ren Wangwang followed him out and was about to say something, but Shen Xingtang smiled and said, "Don't waste your energy. There's no way Dr. An will go to the First Base."
Ren Wangwang frowned: "The scientific research conditions in Haibao are simply incomparable to those in the base."
This is a fact. As long as Dr. An realizes this, why wouldn't he choose the first base?
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This day was the gathering day, and survivors who arrived were brought into the ship one after another. They were almost the last ones to board.
Zhao Xian was also outside that day and was responsible for bringing people back. As the manager of the first base, he also hoped to gather as many people as possible.
The more people who survive, the better.
No one was seen the whole day until the last boarding time of the next day, when he and the patrol team outside came with the last few families.
Captain Qin had already coordinated with several deputies on the deck crew and they were ready to set sail as soon as the time came.
We were ready, but not everyone was there. It didn't matter to the others, but Zhao Xian was definitely not here. He walked from the cockpit to the deck with some trepidation.
Seeing Zhao Xian coming back within the stipulated time, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Lord, my ship has weighed anchor, the course is set, and we can leave the port!"
Zhao Xian: “It’s hard work.”
The other soldiers followed the procedure and sent everyone into the cargo hold.
There were not many people brought back, just the population of two or three families, about fifty people.
Many of them looked flustered and hesitant. When Qiao Xuejun walked towards Zhao Xian, he passed by them and heard a discussion: "Can the First Base really afford so many of us?"
There were also complaints among the family members: "Uncle San, I said I didn't want to come, but you dragged us here. Look, it's like escorting prisoners. Are you going to lock us up?"
The patrol soldier heard it, turned his head and looked at the complaining man, and said speechlessly: "Thank your uncle."
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Qiao Xuejun was not responsible for the resettlement of the survivors. The Xie family members she contacted were all very willing to go to the First Base.
I didn't expect there were people like this, full of doubts and not trusting the base.
No wonder they were the last to board the ship, some of them still didn't want to leave at all.
She walked up to Zhao Xian and saw that he looked solemn, his eyes were gloomy and his brows were furrowed. She could probably guess what he was thinking.
It's nothing more than some thoughts like "As the person in charge of the survival base, I failed to bring everyone back. It's my incompetence" and "I will find a way to take everyone back when I come next time."
Qiao Xuejun looked at him and praised, "You brought back so many people, Lord. That's amazing."
Zhao Xian reached out to hold Qiao Xuejun's hand, took off his gloves, felt her temperature, and found that her hands were cold: "Go back to the cabin."
He put the gloves he had taken off on Qiao Xuejun again: "Why are you always so cold?"
Qiao Xuejun doesn’t know either.
It seemed like it started after she was dragged into the water by the sea monster. Before that, she was very warm and her hands were warm.
Was it because the half-hour drag in the sea burned off the fat she had accumulated?
Maybe I'm still affected a little. I may feel better after some recuperation.
Zhao Xian took Qiao Xuejun back to the cabin.
Qiao Xuejun asked: "I heard that some of the last group of people who boarded the ship were unwilling to board. Was it a coincidence?"
She wondered if anyone who had boarded the ship before had the same experience.
Zhao Xian curled his lips and said, "Even a couple often have disagreements, let alone so many big families."
He said: "Usually when a family brings a large family aboard, not everyone will be willing. Not everyone trusts the base either."
Qiao Xuejun frowned, it was indeed so.
Will these people who doubt the base cooperate in future work?
She said: "Management has become difficult."
Suddenly there are more than a thousand people. How should their food, clothing, housing, transportation and work be arranged?
At present, the existing population of the First Base is mainly young and middle-aged, with only a handful of elderly and children. Among the people brought back, there are children and elderly people who are unable to engage in physical labor. How should they be arranged?
It's all a headache.
The system also spoke: "Yes, host, the stability of the base is also one of the mission objectives. If the situation cannot be stabilized, future rewards will also be affected."
Zhao Xian: "You don't have to worry about these. Just be responsible for the construction of the greenhouse as usual."
The system also comforted: "Host, don't worry! When they go back and see how good the conditions are at the base, most people will be impressed! And my functions have become stronger, and things will get better and better in the future!"
Qiao Xuejun: “I hope so.”
Zhao Xian added: "With more people, the food supply doesn't need to be too tight, we have fish and meat to make up for it."
Qiao Xuejun looked at him with disbelief in her eyes: "Is this true?"
Zhao Xian, how can you say such a thing?
Isn’t her value to the First Base just food?
Zhao Xian: "Don't rush. Develop slowly."
Qiao Xuejun was confident and patted his chest: "Don't worry, lord, there is enough food."
Zhao Xian smiled: "As expected, you are Teacher Qiao."
He paused. "But I still say the same thing. Don't worry. I'll take care of the base."
Qiao Xuejun felt her hands were warm, so she took off her gloves and patted them on Zhao Xian’s chest: “So if you don’t die of exhaustion, who will? Everyone’s business is their business. Don’t cover for others everywhere.”
Zhao Xian put away his gloves, stuffed them into his briefcase, and reached out to hold Qiao Xuejun's hand: "Are you warm now?"
Qiao Xuejun: "It's very warm."
Her hands warmed up a little, but were still a little cold.
He lifted Qiao Xuejun's hand, held her and pressed her into the crook of his neck.
Qiao Xuejun was startled by him and tried to shrink back, but he held her tightly: "Don't hide."
He still had things to do outside, and he was worried about Qiao Xuejun still being so cold.
Qiao Xuejun felt the temperature inside his collar, which was like a small stove, warm and scorching.
In the past, in school, when students played pranks in winter, they would deliberately put their cold hands into someone's collar and touch their neck. The person being touched would feel very uncomfortable and would immediately move away.
Qiao Xuejun didn't dare to get too close to him for fear of freezing him, but he held her hand firmly on his neck, unable to break free. She asked in a low voice, "Aren't you cold?"
Zhao Xian smiled: "Who said it was warm just now?"
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