Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Technology Failure
He Junxia held the phone with a serious look in his eyes.
Although he was not clear about the inside story, his keen intuition told him that the culprit that made City B a hot topic was definitely not the so-called major overhaul.
The major overhaul seems more like an excuse used by the government to appease the people.
Is disaster coming?
He Junxia frowned, he looked up at the gloomy and depressing sky, feeling a little uneasy and solemn in his heart.
The wind was gradually getting stronger, and the garbage on the ground was blown around by the wind. Suddenly, there was a loud thunder, as if a heavy rain would pour down in the next second.
He Junxia's heartbeat trembled with the thunder. He sighed and stopped thinking about the type of disaster. Instead, he drove towards the largest comprehensive wholesale market in City B.
No matter what, it’s always a good idea to stock up on stuff.
Thinking about today's situation, He Junxia bought a large amount of convenience foods and daily necessities such as solid alcohol blocks, charcoal, lighters, fire sticks and drinking water disinfectant tablets.
Because there were too many things to fit in his electric scooter, he just took a Huolala to take him, the car and the goods home.
The appearance of the small freight van didn't attract anyone's attention. Although He Junxia bought a lot of things, compared with the huge daily throughput of this wholesale market, it was just a drop in the ocean. Others would think it was a waste of time to even glance at it.
Half an hour later, the van stopped at the gate of the community.
He Junxia did not ask the driver for help. The driver was a little unhappy because he could not earn the transportation fee. He urged him to take the things off the car quickly because he had to take new orders.
He Junxia was too lazy to argue with the driver.
He quickly unloaded the things from the car, parked the electric scooter in the designated location, pushed several large snakeskin bags into the elevator like ants moving house, and pressed the button for the sixth floor.
It is worth mentioning that He Junxia did not take the elevator, but walked up the dark stairs.
He was worried that there would be another sudden power outage in City B, trapping him in the elevator.
There was almost no one in the apartment building at four in the afternoon. Most of the residents were still working like slaves outside. When He Junxia climbed to the sixth floor through the emergency passage, the elevator had already stopped at the sixth floor.
He carried two snakeskin bags in each hand, carrying nearly 200 kilograms of goods back to the rental house. The house was not big to begin with, and the large and small cans of rice and flour piled up made it even more cramped.
And now the little space left is filled with these things.
He Junxia sat on the ground, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and hesitated whether he should deliver the takeout tomorrow.
The commotion in City B today had sounded the alarm for him: a disaster that would last at least two years was about to arrive, or rather, had already arrived. This was not the world he was used to living in, after all. He had to be vigilant and pay attention to the unusual aspects of City B at all times.
He Junxia planned to wait and see what happened tomorrow before making a decision.
Now is not the most dangerous time. Staying at home will only put him in a passive position and lose other sources of information outside the Internet.
He Junxia opened the rider chat group he had joined not long ago. The group showed hundreds of unread messages. He turned to the first unread message, clicked on voice-to-text, and read them one by one.
The messages were mostly sent out at 2 p.m., which was when City B suddenly experienced water, electricity, and gas outages. The content of the messages was mostly complaints from riders about City B.
After all, this sudden and outrageous operation not only affected merchants and customers, but also the delivery riders, causing them to only receive a small number of delivery orders during that period.
He Junxia read on patiently, and after skipping a lot of meaningless speeches, she finally found some unusual messages.
[Driving rider Huang Ying: 11S (Voice to text: This is so frustrating! Lao Li Noodle House on Jianping Street replaced the gas tank and it still won't start. If things continue to get worse, my next few orders will be overdue.]
[Rider Zhu Lewu: 5S (Voice to text: Ask the boss to cancel the order, don't wait.)]
Rider Niu Jianmin: 21S (Voice to text: My order is the same, it's strange, none of the three LPG tanks in the store will light up, and two of them are new tanks that were just replaced the day before yesterday.)
Rider Zhang Ankang: 15S (Voice to text: What happened today? The generator at the pharmacy where I delivered medicine last time broke down and can't generate electricity.)
He Junxia's eyes moved back and forth between several messages, and he suddenly remembered the first restaurant he went to. The owner also complained that there was obviously a lot of liquefied gas in the tank, but why couldn't it light up.
One family is a coincidence, every family is a necessity.
This kind of thing is not common but not uncommon either. He didn't take it seriously at the time, but now he thinks there must be something wrong.
The sudden outage of water, electricity and gas (natural gas) in City B can be explained as human control, causing the liquefied gas stored in the liquefied gas tank to become ineffective, but it is not as simple as human control.
He Junxia's imagination ran wild. Could it be that the world's disaster is the disappearance of energy? Is water also a form of energy?
He Junxia's face didn't look good.
Water is the source of life. Without water for three days, one could experience death symptoms, and seven days would guarantee death. If he was right, then surviving a disaster for two years would be no easy feat, or rather, extremely difficult.
He Junxia glanced at the supplies piled up in the room, then turned around and went to several nearby small supermarkets to buy a few boxes of mineral water. He also placed orders online for several water tanks that would be delivered the next day.
Only after doing all this did he feel a little relieved.
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10 p.m.
He Junxia came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. The phone that was charging on the bed suddenly lit up and she shouted happily.
"The phone is ringing, the phone is ringing..."
He Junxia walked forward and picked up the phone. The two words on the screen made him pause.
"Hello"
Zeng Xiuping held the phone and said carefully: "Xiao Xia, you bought so many things for the family recently, and I saw there were a lot of medicines in them. What's wrong?"
He Junxia pulled out the explanation she had prepared long ago: "Isn't it the flu that's been going on lately? I didn't have any common medicine at home, so I bought some online."
Zeng Xiuping immediately asked nervously, "You don't have a cold, do you?"
He Junxia: "No."
Zeng Xiuping finally breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good."
She continued, "We already have rice, noodles, and oil at home. Don't waste money. Your dad and I can't eat canned meat. It's not tasty, and your sister doesn't like it either. Don't buy it for the family, and don't give your sister so much pocket money."
He Juanxia smiled and said, "It's okay. The company gave me a bonus a few days ago, so I'm not short of money. If you don't like it, just leave it in my room. You can't give it to others. I'll come back to eat it during the holidays."
Hearing the word "holiday", Zeng Xiuping's train of thought was diverted, and he asked expectantly, "Will you be home for the holiday the day after tomorrow? Can we kill the chickens and ducks we raise at home?"
He Juanxia: "I don't know, it depends on the company's arrangements."
Zeng Xiuping was a little disappointed but still advised: "It's okay, you work hard at the company, everything is fine at home, don't worry."
He Junxia: "Yeah, I know."
Zeng Xiuping finally remembered his misguided thoughts and continued, "You and your sister are the only two of us in the family. We're definitely happy that you and your sister have a good relationship, but your father and I give Xiaoqiu 150 yuan a week for living expenses, which is enough for her."
"If you want to give her money, just give her a few dozen or a hundred as a token of your appreciation. If you give her more, she'll spend it recklessly. Last Sunday, when she had a day off, she bought a lot of snacks and refused to eat. It's not easy for you to earn money, so if you have money, save it yourself. Don't worry about the family affairs. Your dad and I are very good friends."
After a brief chat, He Junxia hung up the phone on the pretext of having something to do. He looked at the prompt on the screen that the call had ended and fell silent again.
The mother set by the Space-Time Administration is very different from his mother.
His mother was a high school math teacher. She was quick-tempered in her words and deeds and had a strong desire to control. It was not until she became ill and had surgery that she gradually changed her personality and stopped trying to control every aspect of his life.
However, Zeng Xiuping lowered his posture when talking to his son, and seemed to be worried about affecting his son's daily life and work.
They are two completely different people.
He Junxia rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a little worried about his mother's health and illness, and wondered what the situation was like at home.
Although when he signed the contract with System 444, it was stated in the contract that once he had enough points, the Space-Time Administration would reverse time and space and send him back to before the accident to change his fate, but as of now, his original body was completely dead, and perhaps even his ashes had been buried.
Whenever He Junxia thought of this, he felt extremely painful.
If he had known this day would come, he should have advised his parents to have more children, rather than endure the pain of losing their only child.
He Junxia closed his eyes and slowly calmed down. He found the avatar of his "sister" on WeChat and clicked on it. The conversation in the chat box was from five days ago.
The content of the conversation was mainly about him asking his family how they dealt with the things he bought. He also transferred 500 yuan to his "sister" and asked her to buy more food that could be preserved for a long time during the holidays.
[He Junxia: Transfer 1,000 yuan]
[He Junqiu: Cat Question Mark.jpg]
[He Junqiu: Brother, have you gotten rich recently? Why are you so generous?]
He Junxia: 200 is your hard work fee. The day after tomorrow, we're off. First, go to the county office and buy 200 yuan worth of mineral water, 100 yuan worth of solid alcohol, 50 yuan worth of lighters and fire sticks, 100 yuan worth of charcoal, and 100 yuan worth of drinking water disinfectant. Use the rest of the money for instant noodles, fruit candies, and chocolate.
[He Junqiu: ???]
[He Junqiu: Brother, what's wrong with you? I'm a little scared.]
[He Junxia: Just tell me whether you agree or not.]
[He Junqiu: Hehe, I have to agree, but it's hard to explain to my parents.]
He Junxia: I'll talk to Dad. You need to be a little more assertive. After this is done, I'll buy you your favorite Hanfu suit.
[He Junqiu: Got it, I promise to complete the task.]
He Junxia: Remember to put the water at the bottom of the tricycle and use something else to block it. Don't talk too much in front of others, okay? And you, try not to go too far after the holiday.
He Junqiu: Okay, okay, I get it, you nagging ghost.
[He Junqiu: Cat Salute.jpg]
He Junxia looked at the kitten GIF on the screen, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but after he realized this, the smile quickly disappeared, as if it had never existed.
He had done all he could, and the rest was up to them.
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