Call of the End Times: Say good general, give me Diao Chan?

The two cars stopped at the gate of the camp. Ai Song was a local celebrity, and many people recognized him after getting off the car.

He was surrounded by men who were clearing the camp gate.

"I recognize you. You are Ai Song, the richest man in Hejiang County. You are still alive."

Ai Song smiled: "It's all thanks to Captain Chen and the others that I can come back here alive."

Ever since he learned that Chen Shanhe was the captain of the self-rescue team, he gave up the idea of ​​taking Chen Shanhe as his subordinate.

Ai Song was very humble, and said seriously to Chen Shanhe:

"From now on, I am no longer the richest man in Hejiang County, but an ordinary Hejiang County person. If you need me, please let the captain arrange it."

His female secretary and bodyguard made the same statement one after another.

Ai Song's humble attitude won the favor of many people present.

They know of Ai Song's charitable deeds of building schools for his hometown, subsidizing children's education, and helping poor families.

Now seeing that Ai Song has no airs, he feels that he is very kind.

Chen Shanhe said: "I will allocate rooms to you first, but for the time being, they are all dormitories in the camp."

Ai Song waved his hand and said, "It's okay, we are already content to have a place to sleep peacefully in the last days."

He emphasized: "I am a child who came to the city from the countryside, and I can do some farm work."

Chen Shanhe nodded slightly, then looked at his female secretary:

"Now the camp stipulates that men and women must live separately. Even if they are husband and wife, men and women can only live together after the camp expands to the outside world."

The female secretary is also a delicate person, she said on the spot: "We will abide by the rules!"

The strong bodyguard with the bald head also nodded.

Fat boy Ma Tian's mother looked at her husband and sighed, "Let's follow the rules of the camp."

Ma Tian patted his chest and said, "Mom, it's nothing. I share a dormitory with my dad, and you share a dormitory with your sister. We can also take care of each other."

Ma Tian and his younger sister looked at each other, and the younger sister also said: "Yes, Mom, but we didn't stay together when we slept at night. Anyway, we have a lot of opportunities to meet each other in the camp."

Chen Shanhe led a group of people into the camp and handed them over to Ren Jing, who was in charge of managing the survivors' information.

Ren Jing, the original TV drama director, could write well. She sat at her desk and began to register survivors' information.

"Name?"

"Eisson."

"Age and previous occupation?" Ren Jing is not a local, and has never heard of Ai Song.

"Aged 51 years old, his previous occupation was the CEO of the company..."

Ren Jing lay down on the table and recorded it, and said: "There is no company in the last days. Tell me about the skills you are good at."

"When I was young, I grew rice and some crops. Later, I started my own company and made wine."

"Wine making? The end times are facing food shortages, how can there be surplus food to make wine!"

"Hehe, you are right, but if I knew that the end of the world was coming, I would definitely not learn wine making, but learn more survival skills."

Ai Song's words seem to be humbly admitting his mistakes, but they are actually mocking Ren Jing.

He, Ai Song, is not a god who can predict the future.

Ren Jing wrote in Ai Song's information that he had planted land and worked as a boss.

She asked again: "Can you drive?"

Ai Song answered patiently: "Yes, cars and trucks are fine. In the two years when I first started selling alcohol, I often drove and delivered goods by myself."

After Ren Jing memorized this key driving skill, she still asked, "What other skills do you have?"

Chen Shanhe interrupted Ren Jing's words.

"Sister Ren, I will recommend Ai Song to be in charge of internal affairs, so that I can concentrate on training soldiers and saving more survivors."

Ren Jing was a little dazed, and asked, "Do you want to split the Self-Salvation Army ahead of time?"

"Well, I will explain this matter during the meeting in the afternoon. I think the division of labor in the camp should be more detailed."

After Chen Shanhe finished speaking, he took Ai Song into the camp.

He left behind his bodyguard, female secretary, and the fat house family to continue the registration.

Chen Shanhe and Ai Song walked side by side, and the people in the camp were busy.

Until Chen Shanhe brought Ai Song to the door of the dormitory arranged for him, Chen Shanhe was almost always introducing the situation in the camp, while Ai Song was observing and thinking.

Finally, at the door of the room, Ai Song spoke out what he was holding back in his heart.

"Captain, you want to put the internal affairs on me. First of all, I want to thank you for your trust. But this is a major matter related to the survival of the team members. Let others do it. I'm afraid of messing up this matter."

"It's no problem for you to manage a company with hundreds or thousands of people. No one here has more experience than you."

Ai Song hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I manage a company in peacetime, but now is the end of the world, and many rules are different."

Chen Shanhe raised his hand and said domineeringly: "Rules are made by humans. If the previous rules are not suitable for the last days, we will make the rules for the last days!"

Ai Song obviously didn't expect him to say this.

According to Chen Shanhe's previous introduction, he is just a high school student who just graduated.

Ai Song put down his backpack on the bed and sighed: "You are also 18 years old, you are much better than my son."

Chen Shanhe also wondered why he didn't see Ai Song's children.

He guessed that he should be dead!

"He is studying in Chengrong City, the capital of the province. After the apocalypse, I have been unable to contact him. If he is still alive by chance, I hope he can become a man who can take care of himself like you."

Ai Song's eyes were full of worry and sadness.

Chen Shanhe comforted: "Chengrong City is guarded by a large number of troops, maybe your son is under the protection of the military."

"Life and death determine wealth and honor. As long as I work hard to live, no matter whether he is dead or alive, I will find him one day."

"So you need to give full play to your strengths and build our base better."

"It seems that you still haven't given up on the idea of ​​asking me to be in charge of internal affairs."

"No, what I believe will not change easily!"

After about 10 seconds of silence, Ai Song finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I accept this challenge!"

Chen Shanhe encouraged: "Boldly let go and do it, as long as you do your best, I will support you."

Seeing Ai Song nodding in agreement, he finally said, "Clean up the room first, I'm going to prepare for the meeting in the afternoon. Of course, you should also prepare to speak on stage."

Chen Shanhe left, and not long after, Ai Song's bodyguard and female secretary found him.

"Boss, what shall we do next? I don't want to be assigned as a female worker."

The female secretary's reluctance made Ai Song very contemptuous.

"Do you think it's still the past? In the last days, it would be nice to have a safe shelter and something to eat. You're still picky."

The female secretary said coquettishly: "I want to stay with the boss."

Ai Song sneered, "You said that because you heard that kid wants me to be in charge of internal affairs, and he still has power in his hands. If I'm assigned to farm, what you're thinking about now is how to find another man."

"How is it possible? He has served you for three years, and he has true feelings for you."

"It's okay for me to be your father regardless of age, you said you have a relationship with me?"

Ai Song is good at manipulating people's hearts. After clarifying his words, he said:

"In the last days, don't think about talking about feelings. Everything is for profit. If I am really in charge of the internal affairs here, I will nominate you as my deputy. I just want you to remember who gave you the opportunity."

"Thank you boss, I, Weng Fan, will continue to be loyal to the boss." The female secretary, Weng Fan, put her arms around Ai Song's neck and kissed him on the cheek.

Ai Song broke free from her arm, stared at her, and warned with a serious expression:

"Remember me! You must be low-key and cautious when doing things here. If you ruin my reputation because of you, I will arrange for you to farm."

Weng Fan stuck out his tongue and said, "If I know it, I will definitely cooperate with the boss to show hardworking and kind qualities."

The bald bodyguard who had been silent all this time said, "Boss, I plan to join the team fighting zombies next, what do you think?"

"That's exactly what I mean! The kid asked me to be in charge of internal affairs, and he was in charge of the combat team. When I first came in, I noticed that many people in this camp had guns."

The corner of Ai Song's mouth twitched: "It's not a big problem to join the combat team with your skills. After joining, you will be my eyeliner in the combat team!"