Zombies don't need to rest

Seeing Li Bing listening carefully to what he said, Jiang Yang shrugged his shoulders: "They also know the current state of the people. It can even be said that they know the actual situation better than Luo Jincheng. The people need self-cultivation. Now they have such a good opportunity to divert their attention. Even if they don't want to, they will look to space, and ordinary people will have at least 30 years of respite."

Li Bing nodded and asked, "What about 30 years later?"

Jiang Yang stared at her with wide eyes: "30 years later? You don't think I will go all out to explore space in these 30 years, regardless of other things, I'm not Luo Jincheng."

Li Bing pointed to the empty Windless Tavern: "But your people are all preparing for the space development company now."

Jiang Yang drank the last red liquid in the cup and said easily: "Because this is an opportunity. Space exploration requires technology and a complete industrial system. Especially now that Luo Jincheng is taking the lead, people's enthusiasm will be higher. .”

"Don't think that he knows more about space than we do. In fact, the technical reserves in his hands are not as good as ours. What we do is to promote the popularization of knowledge while completing our own exploration."

He looked at Li Bing and said seriously: "Technological progress will bring about the development of productivity, but the premise is that the popularity of knowledge must be high enough."

"Zombies themselves have limitations on the road of scientific research. We need more help, and we need more young people with different ideas, talents and perseverance to join in."

"Before that, we need to let them know our capabilities, so that our knowledge popularization plan can be accepted by them and can be smoothly promoted."

Li Bing asked suddenly: "Are you worried that one day human technology will surpass yours?"

Jiang Yang smiled: "It would be great if that's the case."

He threw the last biscuit on the plate into his mouth and said: "If human beings' technology can take the lead in all aspects, then we can get off work, go to work in human companies during the day, and go home to learn knowledge and attend classes at night. It would be nice to get together to chat and brag when we have nothing to do."

Li Bing looked at him silently, and finally asked: "Aren't you afraid that the new humans will clean up the zombies? After all, at the end of the day, we eat people for a living."

Jiang Yang squinted his eyes at Li Bing and said, "Do you think that in the end, only zombies have eaten people?"

He shook his head: "When the technological level of new humans completely surpasses Wufeng, the biggest threat to human survival at that time must not be zombies, but humans themselves. They will split up before they clean us up."

The two looked at each other, and Li Bing suddenly smiled: "You are right."

Jiang Yang shrugged his shoulders: "It's really hard to convince you."

Li Bing took out his mobile phone, and said to Jiang Yang with an ugly smile: "Congratulations, the little girl's new movie is very successful."

Jiang Yang's cell phone also beeped.

He turned on the screen curiously, and when he saw the box office and attendance statistics of the first show, as well as the statistical scores, he gave Li Bing a thumbs up: "You are still a professional."

Zhong Lanyin, who was standing at the counter and was learning how to operate the washing machine with Feng Wenbin's mother, looked up at the two of them.

Li Bing turned over and jumped over the counter, grabbed Zhong Lanyin's waist, brought her to Jiang Yang and said, "Congratulations, Boss Jiang, your girl is getting better and better."

Zhong Lan lowered her head with a blushing face, while Jiang Yang smiled and flipped through the comments on the phone.

After reading a few lines aloud, he looked at the blushing Zhong Lanyin: "Good job."

Zhong Lan raised her head suddenly and looked at him happily: "Thank you boss for the compliment."

Li Bing, who was standing next to her, said hoarsely, "Don't thank me?"

Zhong Lanyin hurriedly said loudly, "Thank you, Sister Bing."

Li Bing waved his hand and jumped out of the counter: "It's time to catch up. Now the federal people are under a lot of mental pressure. It is very suitable to make a slow-paced literary film at this time, but this is just the beginning. Wait for the professional interpretation later, when the time comes You are busy."

She looked at Jiang Yang and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Are you really going to push her to that position?"

Jiang Yang nodded, looked at Zhong Lanyin, who was standing opposite him, who was delighted to read the netizens' comments, and replied softly with a smile: "You also said that the federal people are under a lot of mental pressure now."

"And they already have deep-rooted fear and doubts about power and politicians, and a pretty little girl can make them relax."

"Especially when they realize that this girl is an ordinary person like themselves, or even a poor child who is not as good as them, being close in spirit and emotion will allow them to cast valuable votes."

Li Bing patted him on the shoulder: "Using an innocent girl who can gain wide sympathy to deceive votes, such a despicable method can only be imagined by someone like you. Has anyone ever told you about your heart?"

Jiang Yang knocked her hand off: "I'm much cleaner than those politicians. Besides, shouldn't there be a member of the federal council who comes from the people and can represent the people?"

He looked at Li Bing and said with a smile: "You have to convince people that ordinary people also have opportunities. A life that is endless at a glance will destroy people's creativity and inspiration."

Li Bing gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "The opportunity you said is that you were promoted to the position of the Federation Council through your relationship? You want all the beautiful girls in the Federation to come to you through the back door?"

Jiang Yang shook his head: "What do I want a girl for? As a dessert after dinner? Forget it, it tastes the same when you open your stomach."

He squinted his eyes and looked at Li Bing who was staring at him: "The life of the Federation people is already painful enough, let them have a dream once in a while."

"At least let them know that the votes they cast are really useful, and ordinary people can also become federal councilors."

"With this dream, it will be much easier for us to continue to promote the popularization of knowledge."

"Do you know why we get so much knowledge for free and no one wants to learn it?"

"Because they can't see the future, no one is even willing to come out to deceive them. There is no way, let me be the bad guy. Zhong Lanyin is the adult fairy tale I prepared for ordinary people."

Li Bing shrugged his shoulders: "It's up to you, I'm going back to write the script, I'll come back in a few days after this turmoil has passed, let the little girl follow you these days, don't eat her as a dessert. "

Jiang Yang replied with a smile: "I think you need to update your knowledge system. Zombies have stopped eating people, and we are now federal citizens. Cannibalism is illegal."

Li Bing didn't speak any more, and left the Windless Tavern directly.

Jiang Yang turned his head and looked at Zhong Lanyin, who was delighted inside the counter, without saying anything.

It was shot entirely with her as the center, a film that looks fresh and beautiful, and tells the story of a girl's growth.

But if someone calms down and puts aside those beautiful pictures and well-dressed young girls, they will see a miniature city that is so real that it makes people suffocate.

It was an agglomeration of cities based on the No. [-] base city, with common problems in the Federation added.

The girls living in it struggled to grow up, gritted their teeth through their childhood, and survived their teenagers with their fists clenched. Fortunately, they escaped the prying eyes and outstretched claws of countless people hiding in the shadows.

I tried my best, but I couldn't get into any university in the Federation, and I couldn't get into a stable job in the base city. I could only work part-time in a job that was dangerous for a girl, while looking forward to a future that no one knew existed. , at the end of the film hastily ended and left hope for tomorrow.

Beautiful style and gentle music, but actually a very dark story.

Moreover, there are a large number of images of casinos, nightclubs, legal adult service places, alleys in the shadow of tall buildings, and dense residential areas like beehives.

And in this intersection of light and darkness, the girl in a white dress has always insisted on her longing for the future, believing that the world is beautiful and that everyone has the same bright future.

To put it bluntly, it is silly and sweet.

But after being treated by Li Bing, people won't be disgusted. Instead, people will follow Zhong Lanyin and immerse themselves in such a pure and beautiful dream.

Feng Wenbin's mother smiled and looked at Zhong Lanyin who was immersed in the netizens' comments, walked to Jiang Yang and said, "Sister Bing brought Zhou Yu into this script."

Jiang Yang nodded: "After all, in such an era, an idealist who has lived for so long and still maintains a pure ideal seems a bit out of place, and may even attract attacks and abuse from some people."

"But if it's a pure and beautiful girl, then there's no problem. People will think she's innocent and lovable, and they'll even try their best to protect her fantasies that are unrealistic but beautiful to them."

"That's why, the value of appearance is the combat power, and the five senses determine the truth of the three views."

Speaking of Zhou Yu, he was a little silent.

Feng Wenbin's mother walked away silently without speaking.

The Windless Tavern fell silent.

At the same time, in the research institute not far from Wufeng Tavern, Dong Quanyun continued to sort out the schedule, preparing for Wufeng's first launch after officially joining the Space Development Corporation.

At the same time, in the command hall of his research institute, all satellite movements of the Pan-Asian Federation are still being monitored on the big screen.

The Romantic is flying in the vastness of space as always.

Hong Yanhong sat in the captain's position in the cockpit, closed his eyes and listened to the music played by the small speaker on the side of the console in front of him.

Songs from Before Doom have been on loop for months.

In the not very spacious cockpit, there is no extra room for movement except for this large and comfortable chair.

Although this seat can be laid flat, the coffin-like cramped space still makes people feel oppressed.

If ordinary people stayed here for so long, they would have been impatient or suffering from some kind of mental illness.

Therefore, although the space shuttle designed by the Federation is fast, it has never been considered to use this thing for interstellar exploration and ultra-long-distance flight.

But Hong Yanhong is a zombie.

A few months was a short break for him from a more repetitive life in the past 100-odd years.

And most importantly, the yearning for the monarch level has long made him ignore time.

And the music is just right to remind him of the scene of the end.

The first generation of zombies, class A, monarch class.

Words kept flashing in my mind.

He has endless yearning in his heart for the kind whose individual strength is extremely strong.

He has memories of the end in his mind.

Because of this, he clearly knows the fear that the first generation of zombies brought him.

After waking up, he specifically inquired about the news of the first-generation zombies, and saw many A-level first-generation zombies after waking up.

The coercion emanating from those guys made him panic and yearn for him at the same time.

When he saw the corpse of King Nanguang on the central square of Base No. [-], the coercion from the superior made him tremble with excitement.

At the same time, he also had a clear understanding of Luo Jincheng's strength.

But that didn't scare him.

All he thought about was how to get rid of Luo Jincheng.

So when he heard the voice from that memory card he understood.

There is not only one monarch-level zombie in the world, and there is a high probability that the one who made the sound is still alive.

He is going to find the monarch.

Tell the other party Luo Jincheng's situation, help the other party get more food, and then kill Luo Jincheng, turning the world into a huge breeding ground.

He also hopes that he can get a piece of the pie, at least he must become a monarch-level zombie at the level of King Nanguang.

A song ends.

Hong Yanhong excitedly opened his eyes and licked his lips.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, he looked forward to the future he expected.

At the moment he is passing through an asteroid belt.

This is the first time he has encountered a large-scale "attraction" since his departure.

The latest generation of the Federation's space shuttle flies past a small asteroid at breakneck speed.

Hong Yanhong looked at the planet, imagining whether there might have been a monarch-level zombie passing by here.

Flying and shuttling in space with a physical body, what kind of strength can it do?

But it was just an ordinary star, and there was nothing special about it.

And due to orbital planning issues, the distance between him and that planet is very far.

The Romantic had already used up all its fuel in order to accelerate, and besides the air maintenance device in the cockpit, he now had no fuel left, and it was impossible to turn to the past to check.

With some regret, he looked back.

He didn't like the new music in front of the console.

He reached out and pressed the button to switch to the next song.

Listening to the elegant melody coming from the cockpit, Hong Yanhong sat on the chair and looked ahead in satisfaction.

And at this moment, the impulse from the depths of his soul made him shift his sight to the planet just now.

then.

He saw it, spinning out from behind the asteroid.

A bright red eye the size of a planet.

The strong energy fluctuations made him froze in place, unable to move, staring straight at that terrifying eye.

The moment the three eyes meet.

A loud voice sounded in Hong Yanhong's mind: "Food."

In the research institute of the Ninth District, Dong Quanyun was sitting in his seat frowning and calculating the budget.

Brother Yang has already said that he will obtain resources as much as possible, and strive to make District [-] the first independent organization to launch launch vehicles and satellites after the establishment of the Space Development Corporation.

This will help them obtain follow-up launch orders through Gu Muyang's relationship, and return blood to the windless space exploration program.

Just when he opened a new file to calculate the bill of materials required for the follow-up plan.

A piercing siren suddenly sounded throughout the institute.