After everyone else has taken credit.
Sun Heyucai bowed and said with a smile: "I know that everyone has worked hard all day. We are all in this together. We prosper together and suffer together. The hard work we put in every day will definitely be rewarded in the future."
Everyone else smiled, some with a sinister smile, others with a meaningful smile...
Once the struggle begins, it will not be easy to end. Unless one side raises the white flag and surrenders, the fight will not stop.
And when the fighting stops, it's time for the victors to divide the cake... and this is what Sun Heyu meant by reward.
Continuing the topic, someone lowered their voice and asked, "It seems that Yuan Gang didn't have any means of counterattack today. At first, I felt that everyone was a little hesitant, but after we started moving, it seemed that everyone quickly stood on our side..."
Sun Heyu chuckled and glanced at Yan Jiaojiao at the table next to him: "I have to thank Miss Yan for this. She spread the news that my uncle would not be transferred back early on. Everyone knew it. With such a key guarantee, everyone knew how to bet."
Feeling Sun Heyu's gaze, he looked up at her and said sweet words, and returned her a smiling look. It wasn't anything ambiguous, just a gesture of shared interests...
After exchanging glances with Yan Jiaojiao, Sun Heyu turned around and continued with a smile: "After all, the most important things right now are nothing more than two things: one is fists, and the other is eating."
"As for food, Yuan Gang and his people are in charge for now, but we are the ones holding the reins. Without our support, Yuan Gang will have to rely on us to do anything he wants."
"But eating is different..."
My neighbor hoards food, and I hoard guns. The principle is the same...
Hearing this, the person at the same table, holding his glass of wine, suddenly brought up another topic:
"Come to think of it, do you still remember Miss Zhu who was blown to death by that most wanted criminal?"
Sun Heyu looked at the person who was speaking: "It's only been a few days. Who doesn't remember? That night when I heard that man was coming to kill me, I was a little panicked. Fortunately, nothing happened in the end."
Someone nearby took over the conversation: "Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden?"
The tablemate looked nostalgic and said, "But I've been to Miss Zhu's 'Unhealthy Experimental Cell.' She turned the prison facilities there into her experimental site. She captured some ordinary people and locked them up there. Then, she only gave them a small amount of food, just to observe how those people would develop in this small ecological circle..."
Someone scoffed, "What do you mean she can't do experiments? Miss Zhu is just a pervert. She's just torturing others under the guise of experiments. Unfortunately, someone not only escaped from the cell she built, but also blew up the entire cell, even Miss Zhu herself was blown to ashes."
Everyone at the table had a calm expression, showing no emotion at all towards the actions of the big lady in the circle, setting up a private prison, and forcing others to death...
Not to mention that this is an era of apocalyptic disasters, even before the apocalypse, people who can sit here probably won't react much to such things.
At most, I just think that the other party is going too far. If they fail, it might cause a big disaster...
Sun Heyu took a sip of his drink and asked, "Why are you suddenly bringing up a dead person?"
The man smiled and said, "Didn't you just say that the most important thing, besides fists, is food..."
"I've read the latest research reports. Growing food in the fields is not easy given the current weather conditions. And the amount of food we can store is very limited. It might be okay for a few months, but what about longer periods?"
"So I think all food should be in our hands, just like Miss Zhu's experiment. Once we turn the other safe zones into independent, sealed-off 'prisons,' we only need to control the food, and we can control everything."
Hearing this, someone scoffed and said, "Isn't that a bit too cruel? If you do that, someone might do anything for a little food."
Someone nearby immediately sneered, "That's not right. We're all just poor people now. If we privatize grain, we'll instantly become wealthy again."
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