Time passes.
In a blink of an eye, it was early morning.
The planned material support plan has completely failed.
The team that was supposed to be in action more than ten hours ago has disappeared, returning to their shelters to await further orders...
now.
There is an underground tavern in Security Zone No. 2, which is only one street away from Security Zone No. 1.
The lights were bright, light music was playing, the floor tiles and tables and chairs were all polished to a shine, and on the counter in front, there was a wide variety of drinks.
Men and women dressed neatly, with confident looks on their faces, were chatting and laughing inside.
If one could not see the devastated scene of the polluted area as soon as they stepped out of the door, no one would be able to see the horror of the end of the world from the scene before their eyes...
At a table in the middle, Yan Jiaojiao, as usual, was drinking and chatting happily with the sisters she had recently become close to...
Next to her, at a table in the corner, there were also several other young people sitting around.
Occasionally, you can see other people in the tavern casting friendly glances towards this table.
It seems that it is easy to find that the people sitting at this table have a slightly higher status in this place.
"Win or lose, Yuan Gang is a son-in-law, so his foundation is too shallow. My uncle just made a little move, and he couldn't do anything about it, haha."
The young man who was speaking was named Sun Heyu.
He was less than 30 years old, but before the end of the world, he obtained a high-level foreign education and took over some of the business of his family's company.
Although in the top circles, his background and resume are not particularly remarkable.
But this wasn't the end of the world, especially on a day like today, when Sun Xiangkong was fully prepared to fight Yuan Gang, Sun Heyu, who was sitting here, represented Sun Xiangkong...
This is a little bit "remarkable".
"Luckily, we acted quickly today. I almost broke my legs running before I finally convinced my cousin. He intervened and finally got the team that was originally planning to relocate to safe zones 15-18 to suspend their plans..."
There were other young people nearby, who were also inviting me and pretending to be in a difficult position.
As he finished speaking, the others began to recount their contributions. Most of them had helped Representative Sun through someone, which had led to the current situation and caused the material aid program to come to a complete halt...
The so-called labor.
To put it bluntly, it’s just two words.
Call someone!
It's not just Sun Heyu's table. Before the end of the world, everyone who could sit in this tavern was either rich or noble, the so-called upper class.
The connections these people had before the disaster are still relevant today.
The so-called personal connections are not all based on deep affection or loyalty, but just... the interests of each other happen to be tied together.
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