Zombies don't need to rest

Guo Yu sighed: "So how capable is that Fan Zishan? Why can he make the NO.11 base city like that while ensuring that he pays the tax? Could it be that he really has the support of the military?"

Guo Wu shook his head: "I don't know, but it can't be ruled out that Li Hongbo and others are supporting him. Didn't he go to Base City No. [-] a few days ago? Although he walked around and left, who knows what he did?" What. Maybe some people are determined to build a paradise in the Federation, and wait for the population to be attracted there before performing a knife and bloodletting."

Squinting his eyes, he stood up and walked to the window, watching the people coming and going on the street below the castle, Guo Wu said softly: "Remember, the current federation still has the final say of the chairman, and his only request is Money, as long as the taxes we pay are guaranteed, there are no violent incidents in the city, and there are no large-scale casualties, he will not do anything to us."

A black car passed by below, Guo Wu narrowed his eyes and said:

"We can't have the feds tear down our factory equipment, which is a very important source of funding.

Isn't his NO.11 base city where the common people live and work in peace and contentment?Now that the Federation has no money to go to the moon, he has to take it out.

The money is either paid by him or by the No. 11 base city. I don’t know whether he got the money from the No. 11 base city, but no matter what, in the end the burden still has to fall on the heads of the people.

People who are used to a good life can't bear hardships. The resentment brought about by the gap is enough to make Fan Zishan feel uncomfortable for a while. Maybe the approval rate of public opinion will drop. It depends on what he will do then. "

Watching the car disappear into the corner of the street, Guo Wu said with a smile: "So, you can't make the people hungry, but you can't let them eat too much. Seventy percent of them are enough. If you eat too much, it's useless."

Guo Yu nodded and changed the subject: "There are two new girls at the Muse Nightclub. I heard they look pretty good. Would you like to go and see, uncle? It suits your taste."

Guo Wu shook his head lightly: "Just make a phone call and I'll take a 20 stipend for one person. Anyway, even if you're not satisfied, you can still give it as a gift.

The day after tomorrow, a federal inspection team will come over, led by the same guy who came last time, we will arrange for him at that time, and let him help us find out about the chairman.

If we really can let go of the zombies and use their insurance money loans to operate independently, we will also formulate policies to attract zombies to start companies, and let those simple-minded guys with only brute force do business, isn't it just sending us money? ? "

Human trafficking is naturally absolutely prohibited in federal law.

But Base No. [-] City has a very unique name for this kind of transaction: student aid.

Guo Yu took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of boss Xu of Muse Nightclub. After a while, no one answered. He cursed angrily: "Damn, this guy is still on the woman's belly, right?"

The call came back within a few minutes. Hearing the panting sound on the other side of the phone, Guo Yu scolded Boss Xu directly, and then said that he would spend 20 to buy the two new girls from Muse Nightclub.

Boss Xu promised to deliver it in a while, and Guo Yu hung up the phone in satisfaction.

At the same time, in the backstage lounge of Muse Nightclub, Zhong Lanyin was sitting on the sofa and introduced to Feng Wenbin: "This is the place where I used to work. Normally, I would rest in this room first, and then wait for more customers. In the future, I will sing behind the mixing console and sing for seven hours a day, earning about 4000 yuan a month on average."

By this time they had finished the funeral.

Zhong Lanyin's mother has been bedridden with a serious illness for many years. Knowing that the two mothers have no money for medical treatment, they may need to borrow money.

The so-called funeral was when Zhong Lanyin knelt in front of the tombstone and cried, saying that she had already been bought by a good boss, so she didn't have to worry about living anymore, and then burned some sticks of paper to finish.

But when she was about to go back, Zhong Lan proposed to say goodbye to friends from the past at the Muse Tavern, so Feng Wenbin brought her here directly.

The backstage lounge was originally not allowed for outsiders to enter, but after Feng Wenbin gave 100 yuan to the thug at the door, a few people came in smoothly.

The door of the lounge was suddenly pushed open, and a short-haired girl in pink stockings walked in.

When she saw Zhong Lanyin, she froze for a moment.

After carefully looking at Feng Wenbin and Feng Qingyu and Feng Qingxue beside him, he asked Zhong Lanyin with an ugly expression, "You sold it?"

Zhong Lanyin nodded.

The girl spat on the ground beside Zhong Lanyin's feet: "Then why are you coming back? Show us how rich your boss is? Get out!"

Originally planning to bid farewell, Zhong Lan was stunned for a moment, the girl came over and looked down at her: "Oh, this dress is so beautiful, your boss is really willing to spend money to make it convenient for you, lift it up Let me see if it's swollen?"

After she finished speaking, she stretched out her hand to grab the hem of the skirt, Zhong Lanyin slapped her hand off vigorously, the girl was not angry, and touched Zhong Lanyin's face with a smile: "Could she still be wearing a toy, then I won't look at it." gone."

Turning his head and looking at Feng Wenbin who was staring at him: "Rich boss, do you want to do it? You are Lan Yin's boss, I can give you a discount, treat me to a cream cake and you can play for two hours, how about it? Don't worry, I will You have more poses than this guy, it will definitely make you happy, if you are happy, you can call some friends over."

Feng Wenbin frowned and didn't look at her. Zhong Lanyin took a piece of paper to wipe off the phlegm on the ground, got up and pulled the girl aside, then stood in front of Feng Wenbin and said, "Excuse me, let's go."

But before they turned around, the girl had already blocked the door.

Feng Qingyu and Feng Qingxue frowned and were about to drive her away, but Zhong Lanyin suddenly whispered, "Leave it to me."

action.

Zhong Lanyin walked up to the girl and looked at her: "Sister Qi, I met a very good boss, and I may not come back in the future, thank you for taking care of me before, this time I came back to say goodbye to you."

The corner of the girl's mouth moved and was controlled again, she squinted at Zhong Lanyin: "Are you proud?"

Because Zhong Lan didn't speak, the girl glanced at Feng Qingyu and Feng Qingxue behind Feng Wenbin from the corner of her eye, and then turned her attention to Zhong Lanyin's face and said:

"If you really thank me, then don't forget the posture I taught you. You are leaving anyway, and I will teach you a trick at the end. If you have time, ask what color stockings your boss likes, but don't buy too expensive ones. , the expensive quality is too good to be torn apart, and while you are young, do more activities on him, anyway, he will throw you away in a few years, and you can get a little while you have a chance."

Seeing Zhong Lanyin who was about to refute, she squinted her eyes and interrupted her and continued: "You can sing, and you have a good voice. When the time comes, it doesn't matter whether you are happy or not. Let your boss see you when you have time." Go to school and study hard, and you won’t be dead when he doesn’t want you anymore, singing is much better than being a chicken head.”

After she finished speaking, she squeezed Zhong Lanyin's face hard: "I really (TM) envy you for being a baby. If my mother hadn't been forced by that stupid boss, she might be able to sell for a good price now. With my skills, at least I can sell you a lot." Squeeze 50 on the boss."

Looking at the clothes on Zhong Lanyin again, the girl twisted her body to get out of the doorway: "You can be regarded as going ashore, get out of here quickly, don't come back, let me see you here again, I will tear your face rotten."

Seeing Boss Xu who was passing by in a hurry, the girl rushed over and hugged his arm: "Boss, my business is not good these two days, can you arrange a chance for me to play? If you don't find a room, let me show you first?"

Watching her fall on Boss Xu's body and leave, Feng Wenbin took Zhong Lanyin and the others away from Muse Nightclub in silence.

After getting in the car, Zhong Lanyin said in a low voice: "Actually, Sister Qi is a nice person. She is worried that I will not take good care of the boss or be bullied by the boss. She is indeed a bit rude, but she is really not bad. She is also There's no way it could be."

Listening to her weak explanation, Zhong Lan blushed and couldn't speak, and at the same time she was a little shy when she saw her past living environment.

Such a bad place, the boss must be very disappointed when he finds out.

But Feng Wenbin just took a deep look at the streets of No. [-] Base City before starting the car, and at the same time said calmly: "You are right, this girl is pretty good, she has already taught you all the philosophies of life she has mastered." Isn't it?"

Zhong Lanyin blushed: "What's the use of those?"

Feng Wenbin stopped the car and turned his head to look at her seriously:

"That is the secret of her survival. It is the experience accumulated by your friend who has exhausted all his efforts in this dark city. It may not have any practical effect on you now, but she is willing to share it with you just because She really thinks of you as a friend."

Zhong Lan nodded in a daze, Feng Wenbin turned his head to start the car and said without looking back: "As for those experiences, just listen to them, you don't need them. Living in this place, the world she sees is like this, This is the only thing she can help you with, so don't hold it back."

Feng Wenbin looked at Zhong Lanyin through the rearview mirror, and said in an unusually formal tone: "Remember, according to Brother Yang's rules, this favor must be returned."

Zhong Lan nodded vigorously and agreed; "I will!"

53 I don't understand, I'm going home, goodbye

The secret meeting of the Federation Council had lasted for a day and a night. Fan Zishan sat on a chair tiredly, frowning as he looked at the documents in his hand.

After a long time, he sighed, picked up a pen and signed his name on the last page of the document.

At this moment, he just wants to go back to Longyin House No. [-], drink a sip of old wine given by Mr. Jiang, and then lie down on the bed and sleep comfortably.

He even wanted to loudly tell these people present: I will quit this mayor, whoever wants to do it can do it.

But he didn't say it after all, but silently lit a cigarette and squinted his eyes to look at the others.

He saw Guo Wen, that guy was chatting with Wu Gufeng, the mayor of Base [-] next to him.

Feeling Fan Zishan's gaze, he raised his head and greeted with a smile, but there seemed to be some schadenfreude in that smile.

Fan Zishan nodded expressionlessly in response to the other party, and then saw Li Hongbo, the mayor of Base [-] not far away, looking at him.

The eyes of the two people met, both carrying a hint of complexity, but compared to Fan Zishan, he could at least communicate with Sun Jicai, Zheng Tianshun and others.

The representatives of the military sat in their respective positions without looking sideways.

This meeting has nothing to do with them, and it can even be said that it is beneficial and harmless.

They don't even have to speak, just press the green vote button for yes at the appropriate time.

Federal Bank, Federal Court, Federal Ministry of Defense, Federal Security Service. . .

The representatives of these institutions have even gone out to smoke and play cards, and the economic conference has little influence on them.

The most important people in the meeting are the sixteen mayors of the base cities of the entire Pan-Asian Federation.

Surrounding a huge round table, among the sixteen people, four from Base City No. 2, No. 3, No. 4, and No. 5 sat together, and five people from No. 6,7,8,9,10, [-], [-], [-], and [-] sat on the other side.

Fan Zishan sat across from them by himself.

The two mayors of Base City No. 12 and No. 13 are separated by two seats, and the remaining three who are farther away also sit in a seat by themselves like Fan Zishan, and there are no other people around them.

This is the current situation of the Pan-Asian Federation. Although the [-] base cities with a population of over [-] million belong to the Pan-Asian Federation, geographical isolation, cultural and ethnic differences have divided the entire Federation Council into multiple small groups.

The No. 11 base city that originally belonged to the same country and the same nation did not achieve a real union, but became a tripartite force with clear distinctions.

Counting Luo Jincheng from the No. 11 base city, the former No. [-] base city and the second No. [-] base city are each on one side. Fan Zishan, No. [-], sits alone, neither can integrate into these two sides, nor can he get along with the rest of them. There is no intersection.

Squinting his eyes on the document in his hand with a cigarette in his mouth, he knew that from the moment he signed it, the No. 11 base city in the future might no longer be able to stay out of it and live a good life.

But what Luo Jincheng said is right, the Pan-Asian Federation is a whole after all, and it is impossible for a single city to support a high-level army.

Gently flicking the ash into the flower pot placed on the table, Fan Zishan got up gently with the cigarette in one hand, and patted the folds on the clothes with the other hand.

so be it.

Instead of looking at the eyes of Li Hongbo and Guo Wen, he gently put the documents in his hand on the table, and lightly pressed the speaking button representing his identity when everyone was looking at him.

Even though there were only twenty or so people in the conference room at the moment, Fan Zishan said in a serious and formal tone: "No. 11 base city, agree with the director's proposal."

After speaking, he left the table without looking back.

When pushing open the door of the conference room, Fan Zishan heard the sound of chairs being dragged, someone left the seat, and from the corner of his eye, he saw more than one person walking towards him.

But he doesn't want to be in contact with these people now.

He wants to go back and formulate a new development plan for the future of the NO.11 base city.

Standing outside the meeting room door looking at the long corridor mottled with time, Fan Zishan suddenly had an idea: "At that time, please invite Mr. Jiang to come to the meeting and listen to his opinion. Moreover, the development of the base city is due to the zombie workers. without."

At this moment, he finally let go of all his prejudices and began to look squarely at the Ninth Street.

Those zombie workers who were already working before their fathers were born.

Were they really forced into the factory because of Luo Jincheng's force?

No!

Are they working hard because they want to earn one or two more life substances?

Nor is it!

The only reason is: they are still alive.

Because they are alive, they want to continue to live well.

They have inexhaustible energy, so they are willing to give twelve hours of labor so that these new humans who are struggling in the post-catastrophe era can survive with them.

For such a group of people, why did I look down on them with arrogance?

The Federation has weapons and mechs that can easily kill zombies, but can't those weapons also easily kill itself?

Why do I always firmly believe that human weapons will not be aimed at human beings?

Where did his arrogance when facing zombies come from?

Is it school education?

Or social opinion?

Or is it a hint from the general chairman who has been there for so many years?

But that doesn't matter anymore, the one-day and one-night meeting was enough to make Fan Zishan wake up.

Myself and Mr. Jiang.

Humans and zombies.

Not much difference.

Zombies are the production tool of the Federation, so why am I not a tool used to maintain the rule?

Hearing the sound of footsteps chasing after him, Fan Zishan chuckled and sped up his speed.

The smoke in his hand left a faint trail in the dappled corridor and finally dissipated without a trace.

There are bright windows on both sides of the towering corridor, and the voice of Li Hongbo calling his name in a low voice came from behind.

The moment Fan Zishan's foot stepped over the threshold, the sun shone down, and he saw the housekeeper Lao Jiu who was waiting for him beside the car at the bottom of the steps outside the door.

"Mayor Fan, do you agree now? No more discussions? The meeting is not over yet..."

Li Hongbo stopped before he could answer his question, because when Fan Zishan was going out, a man standing at the door turned around slowly.

In the Pan-Asian Federation, and even in the whole world, no one does not recognize this face.

Luo Jincheng looked at Fan Zishan and Li Hongbo, Guo Wen and others in the back passage expressionlessly, and frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"