Chapter 110 Godfather is Here
Ye Qi met Qiao Lan's gaze.
His lips were tightly pursed, and he said nothing.
The words Da Qi said before his death clearly had a hidden meaning. The words about the powerful, the ants, the fools, and the ridiculous efforts...
Leading people to think in a dark direction.
Old Song said bitterly, "I know that old man Duan above best. He's a stubborn old man who's willing to sacrifice his life for the country at any time. He's purer than us! But..."
However, it’s not just Old Man Duan who is in charge.
Some people, before a disaster occurs, have a weird and sinister attitude and harbor evil intentions.
Ye Qi was silent for a moment, then said, "Perhaps Da Qi has changed. Those words were just his last attempt to sow discord before his death."
"What if not?" Qiao Lan asked.
Ye Qi's eyes were dark and gloomy. "If it weren't for me, Lao Song, Feng Feng, and the thousands of comrades in the organization, we would have personally caught the termites and torn them into pieces."
"Yes, cut into pieces!" Old Song said angrily.
"We must not relax in stabilizing the base and investigating Da Qi." Ye Qi had already thought of the future path.
People need to be saved and crimes need to be investigated. He has to do both things well and the burden on his shoulders is heavy.
But what can we do? Some things have to be done by someone.
With his already powerful supernatural powers, it was easy for him to be a survivor with a comfortable life in this chaotic world.
Who wouldn't be able to loot supplies? Who wouldn't be able to seize safe havens and manipulate the weak to serve them?
But that was not the path he pursued.
If everyone is selfish and only cares about their own business, not caring about the life or death of others, or whether the world is destroyed or not, then the world will really be destroyed, and the living people will be nothing more than walking corpses.
He would rather carry the burden himself and strive for a peaceful life for many people.
Of course, this includes many people, including Qiao Lan, and Qiao Lan is a very important one.
He worked hard to make the fat girl live a safe and comfortable life, but she gained more and more weight, from an olive-shaped body to a small round ball?
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up when he thought of that scene.
"Captain Ye, if there's anything I can help you with, just let me know!" Xiao Zhang said goodbye to Qiao Lan, "Miss Qiao, I won't bother you anymore."
"I won't bother you anymore." Old Song prepared to go back and continue recuperating, and quickly heal his wounds so that he could contribute to the base.
"Uncle Song, wait!"
Geng Duofu, the well-behaved little chef who had been sitting quietly by the side, called out to Lao Song.
After looking at his father for a moment, he nodded heavily, as if he had made up his mind.
He took a few big steps to Old Song and knelt down.
He kowtowed three times.
"Uncle Song, you saved my life and my father's life. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be alive today, so I want to recognize you as my godfather."
Old Song was shocked: (｀Д′)!!
Everyone kept saying "No, no, no", but Geng Duofu called out "Godfather" several times with great determination.
The old chef came over and shook Old Song's hand. "Brother, don't refuse! Let this child be filial to you! From now on, you and I will call each other brothers. I will give you half of my life!"
The other half naturally belongs to Qiao Lan.
The father and son have already agreed to follow Qiao Lan, who saved their lives and took care of them, so the other benefactor, Old Song, can only recognize him as their father and repay him.
Lao Song: "Really not necessary!"
"That's it!"
Once the old chef makes a decision, no one can refuse it. Old Song has to do it whether he likes it or not.
Next to him, Xiao Zhang, the former firefighter and now a member of the guard team, was inspired and looked at Qiao Lan.
"Miss Qiao, you are also my savior, so should I recognize you as my godmother?"
Qiao Lan looked at him speechlessly.
Xiao Zhang chuckled: "Just kidding!"
Qiao Lan stuffed him with a few cans of luncheon meat and a few bottles of water and sent him away.
After Ye Qi and Lao Song left, only Qiao Lan's group and their two cats were left in the house.
Qiao Lan confirmed with everyone one last time: "If you decide to follow me, we'll leave the base tomorrow and find another place to live. If you want to stay in the base where there are more people and more people, that's up to you. You can always come find me if you don't want to stay in the base anymore."
Although she was determined to take Xiao Tang and Xiao Li with her to enjoy a good life, and she also needed the chefs' fighting power and cooking skills, she would not force them. She had to make them willing to do so.
As a result, Xiao Li, Xiao Tang and the chef and his son all expressed their determination to follow.
Qiao Lan was happy: "Okay! Thank you all for your trust! Don't worry, I'll give you plenty of delicious food and living conditions will be perfect!"
The old chef led the applause.
The crowd followed suit, applauding enthusiastically and creating a harmonious atmosphere.
The old chef proposed: "I would like to take in an apprentice. I wonder if the master agrees?"
Qiao Lanxin said that if you could speak normally, I would agree to any request you make.
"Is Fu Xingyuan the one you want to take with you?"
"Exactly! When she increases her attack, I become even more powerful!"
Qiao Lan said, "Then you better think about it. I heard that she trembles when she sees a mutant beast. Her fighting ability is zero, and she won't be able to attack at all if she really fights."
The old chef patted his chest and said, "I will train her hard!"
He also promised not to occupy Qiao Lan's supplies and would not need Qiao Lan's protection.
Qiao Lan let the old chef do as he pleased.
Just treat it as an extra accessory in the team. If it gets in the way later, just throw it away.
Fu Xingyuan was soon called in by Geng Duofu on his father's orders.
Apparently, the old chef had already mentioned the matter of joining the team to her in advance. As soon as she heard Qiao Lan agreed, she walked over to Qiao Lan with her eyes downcast, her face flushed with embarrassment, and a bit of reluctance and awkwardness.
He said silently, "I went through training with Uncle Geng. I took care of my own food and water, and I was responsible for my own life and death. I didn't need you to save me when I was in trouble. If I died, it was my own fault and I didn't blame you.
But I'm very grateful that you're willing to give me this opportunity to gain experience. If you need anything, I'm always here to help. This is my own will, so don't worry about it."
Qiao Lan raised her eyebrows. "You're quite proud, kid. How old are you?"
Fu Xingyuan replied dryly, "Twenty-one."
I didn’t expect that he is older than me, Qiao Lan chuckled, his actions and words are quite childish.
But, never mind her, just follow her if she wants to.
The applause and cheers coming from the party made Qiao Lan a little eager to try something.
She was curious about the program rehearsal yesterday and secretly took a few glances. She basically knew what the program was about, but the experience in person might be different, so she wanted to join in the fun.
"How about we go and take a look?"
When asked, everyone was quite willing. After all, after all, normal social life had been completely disrupted for so many days since the disaster, and being able to see a show was quite rare. Now that dinner was full and we were full, we wanted to go out and relax and have some fun.
When we got there, it was even more lively than we'd imagined. There were huge crowds of people, colorful flags waving, and loud cheers.
I don’t know if it was the effect of a quarter of a sausage, but it felt like the thousands of spectators were cheering with great enthusiasm.
The quality of the program was very average, about the level of a primary school class party before the end of the world, or a small company's annual dinner party, but the audience response was enthusiastic.
It can be seen how poor and boring people's lives were during the period of survival after the disaster.
After an uncle from the logistics team finished singing a song, Ye Qi walked onto the stage.
He was wearing a simple dark blue sportswear that he had dug out from the ruins of some shopping mall. The size was a bit big and the style was old-fashioned, but it couldn't hide his tall and agile figure.
His serious and stern face was displayed on the big screen, with a deep temperament yet dazzling brilliance.
"Team Ye!"
"Boss Ye!"
"Ye Qi, you are our God!"
"Brother Ye, I love you!"
Cheers rang out from the audience.
It's like a fan meeting his idol.
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