The residents were desperate to get this public office in the town.
Children and the elderly kept raising their hands, wanting to help build the house.
Base Commander: .....
"Listen to me, children under 16 and people over 65 are not allowed to participate in this recruitment."
"You can wait for the recruitment information of other professions to open in the future!"
As soon as he finished speaking, questions came one after another.
"Base Commander, are there any other professions?"
"Base Commander, when will you start recruiting for other professions?"
The base commander raised his hand slightly and pressed it down. "Everyone, be quiet. We are now in the town built by Boss Xiao Zhang. Since it is a small town, it has all the necessary jobs and construction. It's just a matter of time. Please be patient."
With the base director's words, those who could not apply for this recruitment or those who failed in the application were no longer anxious.
It was said that I failed the application, but in fact I was just rejected because my health was too poor.
The rest were collected.
As for whether these people will build houses?
It’s okay, you can learn!
Anyway, as long as these houses are built, everyone will have a place to stay. What else can't be done?
A few hours later, Zhang Yuan woke up and returned to the end of the world again.
The base commander has already compiled the list.
Wang Jianguo has also prepared all the materials.
Now all that’s left is design and construction.
In terms of design, the design drawings used in the second community under construction are the same as those of the first community delivered.
Considering that all the people in the Huaxia base have now arrived in the town.
So Zhang Yuan had to break his previous plan.
They were also asked to build two residential communities that meet basic needs.
The remaining high-end communities were redesigned and blueprinted.
Zhang Yuan thought for a moment and prepared to brainstorm.
He told the base commander his idea.
"Base Commander, since our town is a town in the apocalypse, why not ask someone from the apocalypse to design the community?"
This also provides everyone with an additional job option.
The base commander and others had no objection.
Zhang Yuan came to the entrance of the mall with a loud speaker.
"Everyone, here's a new job posting."
I heard there is new recruitment information now.
Everyone instantly became alert and their ears perked up.
There was complete silence off the field, and Zhang Yuan was holding a loudspeaker on the field.
"We are now collecting design drawings for a new residential complex. The standard apartment types are four bedrooms and two living rooms or five bedrooms and three living rooms. The designer of the selected design will receive a bonus of 5,000 points."
Almost as soon as Zhang Yuan finished speaking, the crowd below became noisy.
“I, I, I used to be a designer.”
"Although I'm not a designer, I can draw! Can I do it?"
Zhang Yuan shouted, "Everything will be judged by the design draft! The first draft will take three days to design. I will work with the base commander and other senior management to select ten designs."
"Then ten designs will be displayed on the screen of everyone's scorecard. Everyone can choose to vote anonymously and select one design. The design with the most votes wins."
"Okay, okay, then I'll go to the supermarket to buy some paper and pens now!"
Crowds of people rushed to the supermarket to buy things.
The price of paper and pen is not expensive, only 3 points, so residents who receive funding from the base can still afford it.
....
In the crowd, an old man leaned against the wall, lighting a cigarette and smoking it slowly.
A middle-aged man squeezed his way through the crowd, sweating profusely from exhaustion.
When he arrived beside the old man, he first wiped the sweat off his forehead, then looked at the old man with a frown.
"Dad, why are you smoking again? Who bought you that?"
The old man coughed lightly, his eyes wandering: "Ah? Why is it so noisy? What are you saying? I can't hear you!"
The man curled his lips speechlessly. It was rare for him to chat with his smoker father.
"Okay, smoke less. Dad, do you want to participate in this design submission?"
The old man paused slightly while smoking, his eyes looking somewhat haggard.
A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and his eyes fell on his right hand.
The middle-aged man followed the old man's gaze and sighed.
"Dad...it's been so long since it happened. You should let it go."
The old man closed his eyes to hide the sadness in his eyes.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man didn't know what to say.
He placed the paper and pen he had just bought from the supermarket next to the old man and patted the old man on the shoulder.
"Dad, think about it carefully."
The old man was once a well-known architectural designer.
Before the end of the world, his reputation was renowned both at home and abroad.
He is immersed in various design drawings every day and has no time to care about his family.
My husband takes care of all the things at home.
That morning, he once again quarreled with his wife over drawing a design draft.
His wife said to him, "You're so absorbed in your design drafts every day. When do you ever look at the people around you?"
"Thirty-five years. We've been married for thirty-five years. You once told me that when you're 60, you'll retire, stop drawing designs, and take me around the world."
"I've been waiting for you to retire. Now you're 62, and I still haven't gotten my chance to travel around the world. Is it possible that without a designer like you, there won't be any new architecture in the world?"
The old man was on the verge of inspiration, and when he heard his wife's quarrel, he became particularly impatient.
"If you feel you can't live together, then we'll get a divorce!"
His wife was hurt by his words and left crying, slamming the door.
They used to have arguments, but they would always make up.
This time he thought it was just an ordinary quarrel.
But he didn't expect that this morning would be the last day he saw his wife.
At noon, all the media announced an important news.
Officially entering the end of the world.
When he heard this, his hands trembled and the pen fell from his hand.
The old man staggered open the door and wanted to go out to find his wife.
But he could never find her again...
It was not until five days later that he saw his wife turning into a zombie.
It turned out that not long after he went out that day, a zombie virus broke out, and his wife could only hide in the office building, waiting for time to return to him.
But...she ultimately failed to return to him.
On this morning, she was attacked by zombies.
The zombie-like old partner tried hard to suppress the fear and sorrow in his heart, begging the old man to end his life.
The old man cried in despair, it was too late, his wife would never come back.
To prevent her from turning into an ugly zombie, and also for her last wish.
He personally ended his wife's life with his right hand, which he used to draw.
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