Chapter 223: We are all just ordinary people
The driver looked embarrassed but didn't dare show it, while Chen Shurong seemed to have gotten used to it.
She casually put the communication device in her pocket, slid her finger across it, and hung up the call.
"Go to the warehouse," Chen Shurong said to the driver, who quickly agreed and turned the car towards the warehouse.
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The shelter had recently been disinfected, and eighty percent of potential dangers had been eliminated. Xiang Yu rarely opened all the vents to let some air in the room.
Breathing the rare fresh air, Xiang Yu put on his sneakers, stood on the treadmill and started running.
The sports vest was gradually soaked by sweat, and the hair on the temples stuck tightly to the cheeks. He picked up the thermos cup on the treadmill.
Xiang Yu unscrewed the bottle cap and took a few sips. He was used to exercising on an empty stomach in the morning.
It's just that the body consumes a lot of energy, and I always feel extremely hungry after exercising.
Xiang Yu took out the fast food he had made from the space, sat at the small wooden table, and started eating.
She likes this fulfilling yet simple life, having a safe little room where she can live by herself without being disturbed by the outside world.
No one knows her, and she doesn't have many boring social interactions. She lives her own simple life every day, relaxed and comfortable.
Disinfection is still going on once every three days, and they are also considering whether to reinforce the wall outside the shelter.
But they have limited manpower, and the main labor force still depends on the survivors of the slums, just after the last incident in the exchange hall.
The survivors of the shantytowns are divided. They no longer regard the shelter in City A as their solid backing and second home as they did in the past.
Many voices began to emerge in the shantytowns. They hoped that the top leaders could redefine the rules. They also knew that they were just ordinary people.
But they also have the rights and interests that belong to ordinary people.
But the shelter's top management obviously didn't take them seriously, and the voices disappeared on their own after appearing for a while.
The wall outside the shelter needs to be reinforced. If no survivors are willing to work, they will increase their daily work contribution points.
In the past, it was five or ten contribution points a day, but now it has increased to twenty-five contribution points a day.
It has doubled compared to before.
Some survivors of the slums are calling for changes to the rules so that they can also enjoy the rights they deserve.
But after the contribution points for going to work increased, those people, although shouting about their rights and interests, secretly joined the construction team.
Another group of people are still sticking to their principles. They want to break this unfair treatment and originally thought that everyone is of one mind.
But as more and more people went to work, those who still adhered to their principles also stopped.
Ten people can't change anything, fifty people can't change anything either, but what if it's thousands or tens of thousands of people?
“Why don’t you hold on a little longer, just a little longer…” The man stood in the alley, looking at a dozen people who had just returned from work.
Originally everyone agreed to be of one mind, but these people secretly went to the construction team without his knowledge.
"Acai, it's not that we don't agree with you, but we have wives and children to support at home. Without contribution points, we won't have food to eat."
"Yes, Acai, his contribution points are higher now. We don't have to work as hard as before. So stop making trouble, Acai."
They are just ordinary people, how can they fight against the higher-ups? The situation outside is even more chaotic right now, and at least they can get food by working in the shelter.
As long as they can stay alive, they have no more demands.
"Do you think that if you earn more contribution points every day, you will have a good life in the future? Let me tell you, the prices at the food exchange office have all gone up."
The man standing in the alley had an angry look on his face, looking at the few people with disappointment.
Several people looked at each other, obviously they had not expected the current situation. With 25 contribution points per day, they had been imagining a better life in the future.
"It has increased. How could it increase..."
Acai left with a look of disappointment on his face.
Originally, if everyone just held on a little longer and resisted together, the higher-ups would definitely make changes if they saw their determination.
But he forgot that they are all ordinary people and where can they go if they leave the shelter?
The next afternoon, the loudspeakers in the shelter began to sound, and the staff asked everyone to relax and that the shelter was now safe.
The remaining bacteria have been tested and are all benign and will not cause any harm to the human body, so the protective clothing can be taken off.
At night, more than a dozen vehicles set out from the shelter in City A, and each car was loaded with a robot made by Zhao Lixin.
The direction the vehicles are heading is G City, and these robots will explore all the unknown species of bacteria in G City.
Many bacterial strains will also be brought out for experimental testing, and the [Divine Liquid] will soon appear in the world.
But Zhao Lixin did not make that many robots. There were more than a dozen cars, and only the three in the front were equipped with robots.
The remaining few cars were filled with survivors of the infected bacteria.
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