Zhang Yuan reached into his arms.
After a moment, a big speaker appeared in the palm of his hand.
Zhang Yuan raised the loud speaker, turned on the super-loud amplification mode, and shouted loudly towards the door of the Huaxia base.
"Base Commander, I'm Zhang Yuan. I'm at the entrance of the Huaxia base now. Could you please send someone to pick me up?"
Guard: ????
He felt a little dizzy.
It wasn’t because Zhang Yuan suddenly took out something.
After all, space-powered people have such means and abilities.
He just thought Zhang Yuan was a person with spatial abilities.
What does this person mean now?
Could it be that he really knew the base commander?
Or was this an attempt to confuse him?
Unable to figure it out, the guard decided to stick to his post, guard the gate, and not let anyone with bad intentions enter the base.
If the base commander really knew this person, then he must have heard the loud noise he made just now and would naturally send someone to pick him up.
A moment later, the guard looked at the base commander who was striding towards him, and his head became even more dizzy.
What is going on?
The base commander came to pick me up personally?
What is this person's identity?
Why are you with that traitor?
Before he could recover from his surprise, he was shocked again.
Because the base commander was actually very respectful to the man in front of him.
The base commander shook Zhang Yuan's hand, smiling amiably, and said with an apologetic smile, "Boss Zhang, thank you for your visit. Why didn't you let me know in advance? I'm so welcome. Please come in."
After greeting Zhang Yuan, the base commander smiled and said to Uncle Hu next to him: "Xiao Hu, you are here too, come in."
Guard: ????
Even more confused.
What the hell.
Why would the base commander be so friendly to a traitor?
Could it be that this traitor sold himself out and became a spy member of another organization?
A surge of high respect welled up in his heart, and he looked at Uncle Hu with admiration.
Uncle Hu noticed the guard's changed gaze.
He just felt completely confused.
I was glaring at him just now, why is he like this now...
It's very lively.
That’s right, it’s passionate.
The guard saluted Uncle Hu with a standard military salute and apologized sincerely.
"I'm sorry, brother, I misunderstood you. You are the greatest man!"
Uncle Hu: …
Damn, this guy's mental state is worrying.
Shrinking his neck, Uncle Hu ran into the base in fear.
At this time, the base commander was taking Zhang Yuan to visit the base.
Entering from the main gate of the base, there are densely packed tent areas on both sides.
Many skinny and desperate people sat in the tents.
Some people were mending something with their hands, and some were counting something in a low voice.
When the base commander saw Zhang Yuan looking at the tent area, he sighed and explained for Zhang Yuan.
"Boss Zhang, the tent area is full of ordinary people. Those who are in better health go out to fight zombies. Those who are not in good health or are older can only take small jobs in the base to make a living. The woman you saw sewing clothes, she didn't sew them for herself."
These ordinary people were simply reluctant to use the small amount of needle and thread on their clothes.
"They were commissioned by people like us to sew clothes for us."
In fact, no one would be willing to spend money to hire someone to sew clothes, but they can do it themselves.
But in order to help these people, they will also find some odd jobs to help them.
Although the salary is not high, as long as ordinary people are willing to work hard, they can still pay for the tent area every month.
Their only expense at the base is accommodation.
The rest of the food is provided by the base.
It’s just that there are fewer supplies at the base, so there’s even less to share with them.
The families of people with special abilities or people with special abilities will receive more supplies than they do.
This is normal. After all, people with special abilities have their own abilities and can contribute more to the base.
Zhang Yuan understood, and at the same time, he felt admiration for the base commander.
The base commander is indeed worthy of being a leader-level person in the end times.
This pattern is different.
But think about it, I guess only the Chinese base can be so tolerant and selfless.
Once again, I feel lucky that I am Chinese.
In his next life, he wants to be a Chinese again.
Who can not love such a country?
The base commander pointed to an old man who was mumbling to himself and said, "This old man is counting the time. His son is also an ordinary person. He must be out fighting zombies. The old people in the base are worried and can only count the time, fearing that the children will never come back once they go out."
As they walked, the base commander introduced everything to Zhang Yuan.
Looking at these miserable scenes, Zhang Yuan felt increasingly heavy-hearted.
Wait until a group of people arrive at the recruitment point.
Zhang Yuan glanced at the empty recruitment point and felt puzzled.
When did shopping malls become so unattractive?
"Base Commander, why is there no one signing up?"
In this case, he could only ask the base commander.
The base commander smiled bitterly and told Zhang Yuan the whole story.
Zhang Yuan was silent….
Awesome.
This discipline
It's simply...
He didn't know how to comment.
That's too good.
With a light cough, Zhang Yuan's mind moved slightly and he took the initiative to propose.
"Base Commander, I'm here just in time. How about I just speak from my own experience? Otherwise, these people won't believe your propaganda alone."
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