The president is committing suicide

As usual, Shen Cong followed the team members and walked on the winding mountain road with a shovel on his back.

The road became narrower and narrower, and the ground became steeper and steeper. No living creature in the forest came out to look for food.

I couldn't see anything clearly through the woods, but I could hear the clanging sounds of construction work a little clearer than yesterday.

They shouted loudly, but to no avail. The sound coming back from the other side was bouncing around in the mountains and could not be heard clearly.

Perhaps the sounds they make are just as indistinguishable.

As they walked along, the wide road was reduced to a path only wide enough for one person to walk on.

It either rained or snowed, taking turns, lightly sprinkling a layer of salt on the freshly trodden and beaten path.

Since I couldn’t see the sun, I couldn’t tell it was noon, so I could only rely on a watch and my hunger to determine the time.

Shen Cong and his group ate the cold rice balls in silence, and only took a sip of the hot water in the thermos. Everything was planned, leaving enough time and supplies to ensure that they could return safely before dark.

With the experience of the previous few days, Shen Cong was confident that the current situation should be better than before.

But the situation in the hotel was more chaotic than expected.

The restaurant was like another noisy forest. People were buzzing like mosquitoes, making a huge noise, mixed with the unyielding screams like some kind of bird.

Ding Jiaying walked in front and Xiao Mimi followed behind her.

As they walked between the table and the center of the quarrel in front, Ding Jiaying slowed down.

The scene seemed familiar, but the people around her puzzled her.

"Why are you here?"

"Maybe you can listen to my explanation, but not now." There was a hint of mischief on Qiao Shen's handsome face.

Ding Jiaying didn't think that this guy needed to explain anything to her. She just simply felt it was strange that she hadn't noticed that he was here for so many days.

Qiao Shen calmly walked into the quarreling crowd and asked who had ever hunted a wild boar in the forest.

"You're crazy! How could there be wild boars in such a snowy place?"

"Even if there are wild boars, this is a nature reserve where hunting is prohibited. It is impossible to harm them."

"Let's not talk about whether we can or not. We don't have the ability to hunt wild boars. We even have trouble chasing a rabbit."

"That's you. I still have the confidence to catch a rabbit."

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Once the topic started, it went in a completely different direction. No one at the scene was still talking about the topic.

Ding Jiaying didn’t understand what this guy was trying to do, and many people at the scene didn’t understand either.

But soon someone came to their senses: "What does the wild boar we are talking about now, which has nothing to do with us, have to do with someone stealing food privately here?"

Qiao Shen's smile made people feel friendly but unfamiliar: "How can it not matter? If the food is like what the gentleman said before, and it becomes less out of thin air, shouldn't we consider how to get something to eat earlier?"

"Natural disasters, combined with supernatural phenomena, I think it's better for all of us to make early plans. After all, the laws of nature tell us that things that disappear generally won't appear again. Don't you agree?"

"Huh, I didn't expect that you, at such a young age, seem to have experienced so much and know a lot. If you stand on Jin Hengli's side, will they give you, the dog, more cans of food?" someone said rudely.

Qiao Shen was not angry: "No, no, what's the point of you arguing about what disappeared in the kitchen? Do you really want to spend ten days or half a month here and wait for the New Year? We are now thinking about storing more supplies before we continue to spend time here. Every day we are getting closer to the way out. Why stay?"

Many people at the scene agreed.

"It's okay if these friends want to stay so much. Once the route is opened, we can make a deal now. They can get their wish and stay a few more days in the mountain. Let's not compete with them. What do you think?" Qiao Shen unknowingly changed the focus of the discussion.

"My friends here are all witnesses. I promise that one day I will go down the mountain before Chairman Jin Hengli and will never delay him from finding delicious food in the kitchen." Ding Jiaying's voice was so cheerful that it made Chairman Jin Hengli's expression look really bad.

Chairman Jin, who had just been arguing with others and refusing to give in, and always talking about power, suddenly became a lonely miser guarding his treasure.

There were many people in the crowd who disdained to associate with him and disdained to compete with him. At this time, they all expressed their opinions and said that they would definitely give way to Mr. Jin when the time came. Who made him weak and sick, fat and breathless? He was sixty years old and people couldn't bear to compete with him.

The irony made President Jin and his followers blush and turn pale. They forced themselves to say, "Thank you very much. Until then, please wait for good news. Three days have passed, and we don't know when we will go down the mountain. I hope your stomachs are as strong as your mouths."

The liveliness of tonight all stems from the anxiety about the future. Although the action of asking the kitchen staff to take out the food and distribute it is too cruel, it is everyone's desire for fairness in survival.

No matter how rich or gentlemanly one is, or how noble or humble one’s character is, in the final analysis, a person is just a person.

In the face of survival, many other things become insignificant.

Therefore, after he said this, many people did not want to leave themselves no way out, so they followed President Jin and retreated.

Suddenly the door opened and the cold wind blew like a knife cutting people's faces.

Everyone turned their heads, and Shen Cong's face was shining: "Friends who stayed behind, I can promise you that we will be able to get down the mountain smoothly within two days."

Some people cheered, while others remained rational.

"We are happy about your words, but what I don't want to hear at this time is false news to comfort us, even if it is well-intentioned."

Shen Cong nodded firmly: "Of course. My wife's promise is the same as mine. We can both get down the mountain before Chairman Jin. We have successfully contacted the people below at the new location today. At this moment, the only obstacle between us is the last eight kilometers."

This is the best news that cannot be. Even though eight kilometers is still a very difficult journey, it at least shows that the people here are no longer isolated from the outside world. They don't have to watch in despair as the resources in front of them are exhausted, and they don't have to rack their brains to compete with those cunning, selfish, and pretentious privileged people for their right to survive.

Everything became quiet tonight, even the wind and snow no longer tore at the poor branches and made crisp snapping sounds.

The house is sturdy, and there will be new aid tomorrow, electricity or oil, maybe some medicine, and although there is not much food, there is still some, at least we can drink broth for a few days.

It was not until Ding Jiaying saw the bloody wound on his waist and his hideous face in the flickering candlelight that she felt unhappy and could not smile.