fictional doomsday

Wu Xian couldn't help but admire the driver's eloquence. Just because the other party heard that he had just arrived at the base not long ago and didn't know enough about the base, and had just become a special forces member today, he told him the basic situation of the base from beginning to end.

Wu Xian also understood why ordinary people in the comments when he was watching short videos before were so yearning and admired the special forces members.

Thinking of this, Wu Xian couldn't help but ask the driver again: "Master, don't ordinary people have high-paying jobs?"

"It's not that there aren't any, but those are life-threatening jobs. Unless you're really short of money, generally not many people would do them."

"Like cleaning up the battlefield, moving those monsters, and cleaning the sewers."

"The first job pays the highest but is also the most dangerous, because you're likely to be attacked by genetically mutated monsters. I heard that quite a few people never came back. If you work well, you can make four or five hundred a month."

"Then you'll be cleaning the city's sewers. The pay is a little lower, but you'll make around 300-400 a month. It's also risky. I heard before that a sewer cleaning team encountered a genetically mutated monster hiding in the sewers. Several people died. Later, the government sent a special forces team and troops to clean up the monster."

Wu Xian nodded when he heard this. It seemed that the government had now begun to gradually let ordinary people know the truth of the matter and had also begun to train a group to deal with these genetically mutated creatures.

Wu Xian fully agreed with this point. Concealing the truth is not a good thing. Facing such a world-class disaster, it is right for everyone to work together against the common enemy.

"What about the soldiers?"

"The salary of soldiers is similar to ours. Those with higher positions can make about three to four hundred yuan a month. In today's society, the most profitable people are you special forces soldiers. Not only can you fight those genetically mutated monsters, but you can also make a lot of money. It's a pity that I don't have that ability, otherwise I would definitely be able to go!"

Wu Xian could only smile in response to the driver's words. Soon the car arrived at the main urban area of ​​the Jiangnan Security Base, which is also the most prosperous place in the Jiangnan area. After all, people from several surrounding provinces have gathered here, some fleeing for their lives, and not many survivors can stay in their homes. Those who have survived until now have starved to death.

After getting off the car, the driver took Wu Xian's victory card and swiped it in the car. Wu Xian saw that more than 30 base common currency was deducted, and he couldn't help but curse the other party for being too black. He just said that an ordinary family spends about 10 yuan a day, but he just took a taxi and spent more than 30 yuan.

After the driver returned Wu Xian’s ID card to him, he smiled and said, “Brother, if you need anything next time, just call me!” Then he handed Wu Xian a handwritten business card.

After Wu Xian received the handwritten business card, he accepted it with a smile, and then strolled around the main urban area with Huang Chuan.

After strolling around for a while, Wu Xian found that the main urban area of ​​the Jiangnan Security Base was similar to the previous urban area. It was very lively, the square was crowded with people, and there were street vendors selling snacks and all kinds of toys. On the other side, the shopping mall was crowded with people.

This was something Wu Xian had not expected. After experiencing several months of disaster, he could still see such a prosperous scene, as if the zombie virus and biological mutation had never happened.

Ordinary people living here still have smiles on their faces, but in the most prosperous street shopping mall in the main urban area, most of the people Wu Xian saw were well-dressed and wearing all kinds of jewelry. Just from their clothes, it can be seen that they probably won't worry about food.

Occasionally, you can see some people who are dressed in ordinary clothes but can smile and eat together at roadside stalls. These people are obviously ordinary people. Compared with the beautiful women who go in and out of the mall carrying large and small bags, you can really tell at a glance their living conditions in the base.

Wu Xian originally thought that after the first round of zombie virus outbreak and the second round of biological mutation, society would become chaotic. And this was what he saw at the beginning. The civilian area of ​​the Jiangdong Survival Base and the shelter area in the southern area were so dilapidated and chaotic that Wu Xian subconsciously felt that this would most likely be the case throughout China.

Even in the city, the houses are just better.

But no one expected that in just one month, the Chinese government had established a security base of this scale and restored the original social order within the base. The survivors here seemed to be the same as before, working, chatting, and going out for entertainment after get off work.

Wu Xian watched them talking and laughing, and couldn't help but miss the scenes of having dinner with his colleagues when he was first working. Although the pressure of various indicators was very high at that time, it was also a special experience when he recalled it now.

At least let him realize that life is not that simple. Everyone has his own mountains to climb and his own paths to walk.

He and Huang Chuan sat down casually in front of a roadside stall. Seeing this, the vendor next to them came up to them and asked enthusiastically, "What would you like to eat?"

Wu Xian took a look and didn't rush to order anything. After all, he had just eaten some food and it was less than an hour since he came out. He might not have enough food to eat. He asked the boss and then got a small card with various things that could be made here written on it.

Wu Xian took a quick glance and saw that they were all staple foods, mostly fried noodles, fried rice, fried rice cakes, etc.

It was no different from the roadside stalls in the night markets before. Seeing that Wu Xian and the other man were a little hesitant, the boss did not urge them, but returned to his stall and greeted passers-by.

Huang Chuan glanced at Wu Xian and said, "Boss, it's not good for us to just sit there like this. Why don't we just order a few skewers of barbecue? I see there's a barbecue stove on his stall, so I think we can order some.

Wu Xian glanced at the vendor's cart and saw that there was indeed a barbecue stove. He nodded and said, "Boss, can you barbecue here?"

Upon hearing this, the vendor immediately ran over with a smile, took the card from Wu Xian's hand, and handed another one to Wu Xian, saying, "Here are the things we can grill, take your time to look at them, bosses!"

Wu Xian took the card and took a look at it. Wow, just order two skewers and you can have a bowl of the staple food on the card.

No wonder the boss is so happy. Look at his stove, the charcoal fire isn’t even lit. I guess not many people are eating barbecue.

Wu Xian thought about it and understood that under the current circumstances, it would be difficult to get some meat and vegetables. They were distributed per person, and he had to use his own money to buy them, but naturally there was not much he could buy with that money.