They got off the bus and walked through the gate of the Military and Political Building to the canteen. They heard a group of people shouting
"Why are you locking down the city and not letting us go out? Do you know how much money we lose if we don't work for a day?"
"Protest, protest, give reasons, you can't make decisions arbitrarily."
"We pay for the mercenaries ourselves. Now that they can't work, where do they get their daily pay?"
"You only care about your official reputation and don't care about the lives of us businessmen."
"Either lift the ban or pay compensation."
The explosion-proof soldiers held up their shields, blocked the people outside the door with expressionless faces, and did not speak.
They had no way of expressing their grievances. They all said that there were many insect people outside, and the businessmen who only cared about immediate profits thought that the military wanted to monopolize the resources.
What are they thinking? If the military wanted to monopolize the market, they would not have given the mining rights to businessmen in the first place.
Seeing the number of protesters growing, Hu Ping tiptoed over to the soldiers guarding the gate and asked, "Is the city closed? Why?"
The soldier nodded, his face grim.
He replied, "Insect man."
The students have been outside for most of the day and should know the situation outside. The situation is not optimistic.
In the past two days, the miners have already delayed their progress due to bad weather.
The government and the military can understand their feelings.
But no matter how urgent it is, we can't let them go.
The crowd was outraged, and the public relations person stepped forward to persuade them. He was quite young and tried to speak in a kind tone.
"Don't worry, we've discovered many traces of insect people here. It would be very dangerous if you go out now. If you go out now, we'll have to come back and rescue you. You don't want to be in danger, do you?"
The more he said this, the less sympathetic the miners became.
It sounds empty and pretentious, more like a perfunctory rhetoric to them.
When is Huang Yangxing not in danger? They risk their lives to come here, isn't it because of their own interests?
The military was unable to provide accurate data and it was difficult to convince the miners.
Miners want to make money, and miners need to work. If they don't work, they will starve to death.
Public relations people tried their best to persuade these businessmen but failed.
Su Xiaocai said to the instructor, "Have people outside the city ever come back?" The severe weather with a large-scale disaster nature occurred two days ago.
The miners who stayed in Huangyang Star all had some capital. They had no shortage of mechas and mercenaries, and had a certain ability to protect themselves.
It’s been two days. Have those who stayed outside come back?
"What if none of them come back?"
Su Xiaocai's slight reminder immediately brought the instructor to his senses. He strode forward, passed the public relations officer, and asked the crowd gathered there, "Do any of you know any miners or workers who have gone out and haven't returned?"
Several miners' faces changed and they felt guilty.
If they didn't follow him out, they would naturally avoid a lot of dangers. Now that their men were gone, they could just reorganize their men and go out.
Soldier: "You must tell the truth. Have your people ever come back?"
The angry crowd fell silent in an instant, unconsciously showing panic.
"Why are those mercenaries you hired at a high price nowhere to be seen?" a protesting miner questioned the miner next to him.
"Is it strange they haven't returned?" the miner's voice grew louder. "Whose miners and mercenaries return after just two days? They signed an agreement requiring them to dig a sufficient amount before returning."
The PR finally figured out how to control the situation. "What about those who were out for over a week? Have you come back? Have they contacted you?"
Most of the miners and mercenaries were alone, and no one cared whether they lived or died. If they didn't come back, not many people would notice.
But when the eyes are drawn to those people, their presence is so strong.
Many familiar faces are indeed missing.
The protesters were left speechless after a barrage of questions.
"No one has come back, right? We respect those who still have the courage to go out."
The public relations department is no longer passive and has a tough attitude, requiring those who stay here to protest to first board the plane with the information of their missing subordinates.
After hearing this, the miner immediately slipped out of the crowd.
Huangyangxing has a special law that stipulates that if a miner who owns the right to develop Huangyangxing's mineral resources has a subordinate missing for more than one month, it will be treated as dead.
Compensation to the family and search fees must be paid.
The search money is like a guarantee. If the person is found, the money will be given as a reward to the person who searches for the missing person.
Many miners want to avoid paying the money and will conceal the fact that people are missing.
Asking them to pay this money now would undoubtedly be like tearing their hearts out.
As a result, the miners who had gathered to protest scattered like birds and beasts.
The remaining miners are not very capable.
Soon after, there was no one at the gate of the Military and Political Building.
"Master, I think you would be great as a public relations officer." He always hits people's sore spots, making them uncomfortable but unable to refute.
"I'm not suitable. I can only poke people's sore spots. For example, you, an unfilial disciple, snatched my chicken leg and don't call me master. I haven't given you much as a filial piety, but you are very good at snatching my rations." Su Xiaocai knocked away the fork that Wu Qingqing secretly extended to her.
The environment at Huangyangxing is harsh, and the food provided is meager. People cannot eat enough, so they can only take nutritional supplements.
Each person is given one chicken leg. If you want to eat more, you can't buy it even if you pay.
Wu Qingqing was disappointed. "You have vacuum-braised beef for meatballs, so what's wrong with giving me some chicken legs?"
"Not very good." Su Xiaocai picked up the chicken leg and bit off a large piece of meat.
Wu Qingqing turned to look at the chicken leg on Feng Wansha's plate and asked, "Instructor, we just shared the responsibility of killing a bug-man. How do we calculate the score?"
"What points does being an insect killer count for? We're just giving a little incentive to the students who remain on the mechanical planet."
student:"……"
The students who were still training on the Mechanical Planet saw the score changes of the team that went to Huangyang Planet.
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