Chapter 88 The Doomsday Plan of the Middle-Aged
The next day.
Bai Yang got up to eat breakfast and saw canned dace with black bean sauce and canned luncheon meat from Meilin on the table. They were all bought by his father. Although his father was confident and assured him that the problem would be solved with the intervention of professional forces, think about it, what about a country with 1.4 billion people and a world with 7 billion people? Can they really sit back and watch the sky fall? The power of all mankind is combined, even if an asteroid is about to hit the earth, it can be pushed back - his father said so, but he secretly bought canned food everywhere, brought back boxes and boxes, and gave Bai Yang and his mother to taste. The three of them ate canned food for a week in a row. Bai Yang now feels sick when he smells canned food.
In addition to canned food, my dad also bought bows and arrows, daggers, stun guns, helmets, soft bulletproof vests and ceramic bulletproof plates on Taobao. After he got them, he used hammers and chisels to hack at them. If you didn't know him, you would think he was going to change his career and become a military weapons review blogger.
My mother said, "If you are so confident, can you not say one thing and do another? You make noise every night, and the neighbors will complain sooner or later."
Dad was very confident, asking me why I said one thing and did another? As a middle-aged man with declining desires in all aspects, can't I have some extra hobbies? Have you seen those model makers? For the model of that wall, it's normal for me to play with knives and daggers! After saying that, he turned around and called the worker, quietly reminding him that the wall should be thickened with steel plates.
Uncle Wang really went to Lulou Town to look at houses. Old houses in the countryside were worthless, but Uncle Wang was very generous. He and his father secretly planned to open up the basement. When the design drawings were unfolded, they were bigger than the coffee table. The two old men marked material storage depots, fresh water storage depots, weapons depots, underground garages, and a serious headquarters on it. Judging from their posture, they didn't seem to be building a doomsday shelter, but a secret base for the last human resistance.
This is the doomsday survival plan for middle-aged people.
As usual, Zhao Bowen had no news since he left, and all external communications were cut off. I don't know which laboratory he is in now. He is wearing protective gear, and there are armed military police outside, guarding the area strictly. According to the plot routines of so many science fiction disaster movies that Bai Yang has seen, the protagonists who survive to the end must include a group of small people, and there must be a scientist. He doesn't know if he is that small person, but Zhao Bowen is very likely that scientist.
Bai Yang still went to school as usual. He felt that the place with the strongest doomsday atmosphere in the world was his own living room. When he opened the door and walked out, the sun was still shining brightly. A young mother was pushing a stroller in the community to bask in the sun.
On the weekend, He Leqin asked Bai Yang to play video games. Neither of them felt the slightest sense of urgency as the college entrance examination was approaching. The former's family was rich, while the latter was absent-minded. They played games for an afternoon at the Fengyun Zaiqi arcade in Xinjiekou. Although Mr. He was not good at studying, he was a good gamer. He had followed his father in arcades since he was a child (Mr. He was also a legend in the arcade world in Nanjing). He had spent more time touching the joystick than the pen. He claimed to be the best King of Fighters player born in the 2000s in Nanjing, and was proficient in King of Fighters 97 and King of Fighters 98. Wherever he sat in the arcade, he was the throne and could not be shaken.
So He Leqin dragged Bai Yang to play King of Fighters together, and they beat him in every game to avenge the defeat by Civilization.
Bai Yang rolled his eyes and said, "How many people of our age still play King of Fighters?"
He Leqin said that we are the last flag of the post-2000s generation defending King of Fighters!
Since the game coins were all paid for by Mr. He, Bai Yang just thought that he was playing with the rich young man. He pinched his voice and said to He Leqin, "Mr. He, the young man, you are playing with me and I also have a bed-sleeping service at night. Do you need it? Just add 1,500 yuan to the price. You can ask for anything you want."
He Leqin said roll, roll, roll, roll.
At around six o'clock in the afternoon, the two came out of the video game arcade and left the noisy and chaotic environment. Bai Yang's ears suddenly felt quiet. He stood on the steps and took a deep breath.
"Little White Sheep! Let's go!" He Leqin walked a long way forward, turned back and called him, "Let's find a place to eat."
It gets dark early in December, and the street lights come on early. Bai Yang puts his hands in his pockets, walking behind He Leqin, and suddenly asks, "Young Master, if you knew you were going to die in five years, what would you do?"
"Revenge on society," He Leqin said. "Make a big news story, like bombing the White House."
"Be serious."
"Be serious and don't curse me." He Leqin said, "I, your brother, eat three meals a day, two bowls of rice for each meal, drink milk at night, and go to the gym on weekends. How can I die in five years? Have you heard of this saying? Lao He, Lao He, eating a sow without burping--"
"No kidding, if the plan to save the world fails, we will all be finished in five years." Bai Yang was standing in the shadow under the tree. He Leqin couldn't see his expression clearly and was unsure how to respond.
"poplar--"
"Make preparations early." Bai Yang interrupted him, "No kidding, Mr. He, your family is rich, you can run far away and find a safe place to hide."
He Leqin was a little surprised. This sentence had no beginning or end. It asked him to find a place to hide. Where could he hide?
"Hide? How to hide?" He Leqin asked, "Where to hide? Will there be a big earthquake or a big flood?"
"They probably came down from the sky," Bai Yang said. "So they should hide underground, the deeper the better. There are many tunnels in the southwestern mountainous areas of Guangxi and Guizhou, which should be good hiding places."
"They? Aliens?"
Bai Yang nodded.
"This... Little Aries, have you been under a lot of pressure recently?" He Leqin came over and waved his hands in front of Bai Yang, "Why are you so weird?"
"You don't believe me?"
"Believe it, believe it!" He Leqin said, "Have you seen '2012'? If the world really ends, I will ask my dad to spend money to fly a plane, put you on it, and fly to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau together."
He Leqin guessed that Little Aries must be under too much mental pressure because of the approaching college entrance examination. He knew that Bai Yang's mother had high hopes for her son, but when it comes to the college entrance examination, one relies on a good ancestral grave, two relies on having a big brother in the family, three relies on being born with a good brain, and four relies on parents forcing you to run - the pressure exerted by parents may not be effective. You can't just pass the exam to get into Nanjing University of Aeronautics and Astronautics or Nanjing University of Science and Technology. You have to set good goals and get high scores, but scores are destiny, so how much you can get depends entirely on fate - this is Mr. He's understanding of the college entrance examination. He feels that his estimate of his own score is not as accurate as the fortune teller on the street. After all, he also does the test by rolling the dice. Little Aries must have developed delusions under the pressure of the college entrance examination.
Since he failed to get into Nanjing University of Aeronautics and Astronautics and Nanjing University of Science and Technology in the college entrance examination, Aries was delusionally thinking that the world was about to be destroyed.
"Come on, let's go eat something!" He Leqin pulled Bai Yang into the alley, "Delicious food is the only thing in this world that you can't miss!"
The two of them found a street restaurant, and after Bai Yang had eaten and drunk his fill, he stopped daydreaming.
It seems that eating and drinking can solve the problem.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Bai Yang felt dizzy from eating so much that all the blood supply to his brain was taken away by his moving stomach. He walked upstairs with unsteady steps and took out his key to open the door.
With a "click", the light from the living room shone through the crack in the door and fell on Bai Yang's face.
At that moment he thought he had walked into the wrong door.
Bai Yang tilted his head to look at the house number and found that he was not in the wrong place.
The living room was surprisingly full of people again. Bai Yang became sober immediately when he saw the tortoise-shell-framed glasses worn by the man sitting on the sofa.
His brain sucked all the blood from his stomach and intestines up to his head like a whale sucking water, making his face turn red.
“Zhao…Zhao…”
Bai Yang was stunned.
"Yang Yang." Zhao Bowen smiled bitterly and spread his hands towards him, "I'm so sorry, we are back again."
(End of this chapter)
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