Zombies don't need to rest

Pei Bin looked at the three dots entering orbit and muttered to himself: "So what is there on the moon?"

Jiang Yang looked at the screen: "We will know soon."

Pei Bin looked at the big screen curiously: "Use a telescope?"

Jiang Yang turned his head and looked at him in surprise: "Why didn't you say you used the phone camera?"

After speaking, he patted Pei Bin on the shoulder: "Your friend can steal information from the European Space Agency, why can't we?"

Dong Quanyun reminded again: "Get into orbit."

Jiang Yang looked at the zombie sitting not far from Dong Quanyun: "Connect the signal, Xiao Pei is very worried about his friend's state."

The large screen was quickly divided into four images. Pei Bin stared at it with wide eyes, and then muttered to himself: "Is this the image from the camera inside the space shuttle?"

No need to answer, when Hong Yanhong's face flashed across the screen, he could be sure that this was the internal real-time image of the three space shuttles at this moment.

It turns out that the technology of the windless tavern can already achieve this level?

When he was puzzled, he heard a voice from the stereo, it was the mecha team on the space shuttle confirming the mission to the command.

"Report, the migratory bird has entered the predetermined orbit and is flying around, please instruct."

"Thank you, the follow-up plan has been sent, please pay attention to check."

"Migratory Bird Received"

The conversation sounded in the lobby of the Windless Tavern, and a file appeared on the big screen. After clicking on it, it was tomorrow's login time and plan.

Seeing this scene, Pei Bin asked in a low voice: "If we do this, won't we be discovered by the Federation?"

Jiang Yang smiled and shook his head: "We didn't interfere with their mission, we just joined in the fun to see what they were doing, how could this be discovered?"

Without explaining the details to him, Jiang Yang pointed to Hong Yanhong on the screen and asked, "Is this your friend?"

Pei Bin nodded, never expecting to see him from such an angle after so many years.

At this moment, Hong Yanhong was sitting quietly on the chair, his body was bound by alloy chains, and two mechas were watching them not far from the cabin.

Turning his head to glance at the camera, Hong Yanhong carefully looked at the structure of the cabin.

After repeatedly confirming the location of the cockpit and the location of the weapon room, he turned his attention to the window.

The crying sound sounded in his mind again, and Hong Yanhong clenched his hands excitedly and said silently in his heart: I'm here to pick you up.

Pei Bin looked at Hong Yanhong in the picture and suddenly said, "Something seems wrong with him?"

Jiang Yang's calm voice sounded: "There is a monarch in my heart, and everything looks like a monarch."

Looking at Hong Yanhong with reddened eyes on the screen, Jiang Yang suddenly laughed: "I seem to know what the back of the moon is, but unfortunately, it would be great if Brother Ji was still alive."

Dong Quanyun, who was sitting not far away, raised his head and asked very curiously: "What does it have to do with Brother Ji?"

On the screen, Hong Yanhong's face has already started to have black blood vessels floating. Jiang Yang squinted his eyes to look at his state, and then looked at the situation of other zombies in the cabin, and said plainly: "If you really kill Brother Chicken If it is sent up, he might be able to recognize what it is."

Dong Quanyun still wanted to ask, but Jiang Yang stopped chatting: "Don't worry, you will be able to see that thing when they land tomorrow, first send our strike statement, anyway, you don't have to go to work tomorrow, let's take a look together It's live."

58 Say strike, strike

At the same time as the three planes entered orbit, the official website of the Federation froze for a moment, followed by a long list of reform plans.

But at the moment, most people are watching the live broadcast of the moon landing, so these contents did not attract much attention.

Moreover, these things are mainly aimed at the high-level executives of each base city and the most core No. 11 base city, so the popularity is not high.

However, after the plane completely entered orbit and announced that it would land on the back of the moon at noon tomorrow, the netizens who were about to go to sleep saw a message that was being reposted frantically:

"Notice Regarding the Temporary Suspension of Factory Work for All Zombies in the NO.11 Base City of the Pan-Asian Federation"

The title of this content was so explosive that many people forwarded it to their relatives and friends without even clicking on it.

"Look, the zombies in the No.11 base city are on strike!"

"Damn, it's real or not, where is it? I'll go and see."

"Really, no, I have to share it in the group first, so I don't get caught later."

The news spread explosively, before most people even clicked on the connection.

Without exception, these people all chose the process of downloading and saving, then sharing, and finally clicking to watch because they were worried that such explosive content would be blocked soon.

So this notice spread throughout the entire federal network at an unimaginable speed.

In the lobby of the Windless Tavern, the screens were still monitoring the three planes in lunar orbit.

Jiang Yang took the phone and said to the other end: "Mr. Guo is really refreshing. I have received the money. Hahahahaha, we have a happy cooperation. I believe we still have a chance to trade."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone with a smile, pulled out the phone card and threw it into the trash can. Feng Wenbin, who was checking the account balance beside him, raised his head and asked, "Did they really send money so quickly? Didn't you read the content?"

Jiang Yang pointed to the title on the screen of his mobile phone: "Isn't the content of my transaction with him just that I asked the zombie factory in the NO.11 base city to shut down on time, and then he paid for it, so there's nothing wrong with it."

The corners of Feng Wenbin's mouth twitched twice when he thought of the content of the notice, and then he said silently: "I'm afraid that the Guo family will call at that time."

Jiang Yang put away his mobile phone in satisfaction, looked at the balance on the screen and said easily: "Don't be afraid, they can't beat me, and they managed to get rid of the wool once, and I will use the money if I keep it."

Feng Wenbin asked softly, "To Zhong Lanyin?"

Jiang Yang thought for a while and said: "Not now, it depends on how much she can learn. If she can't hold on, no one can do anything about it. That's it, you go back to sleep. Anyway, I don't go to work tomorrow. Here Just leave it to me."

Feng Wenbin obediently left the tavern and went home to rest.

While on the road, he couldn't help laughing while listening to the people on the side of the road talking about the suspension notice, and then sped away under the surprised eyes of the passers-by.

On the other side after hanging up the phone, Guo Yu, who was lying on the big bed in the castle of Base No. [-], put down his phone, patted the girl next to him on the buttocks and pointed to himself with satisfaction.

When the girl started working, she clicked on the text of the suspension notice.

"The NO.11 base city has a long history..."

After looking carefully for a long time, he found that they were all background introductions. Guo Yu swiped the screen helplessly. He didn't expect Mr. Jiang to talk so much nonsense.

After reading it for another half a minute, he quickly skipped the background introduction of Base City and Ninth Street on the first few pages.

The body trembled twice, the girl looked up at him, Guo Yu waved her hand to signal her to go out, and then continued to read the text on the phone.

After another five minutes or so, he finally found what looked like the main text.

"In view of the current situation, the federal government has put forward new requirements for the NO.11 base city, made new plans, and pointed out new directions..."

Guo Yu, who had just had a good time at the time of the sage, turned dark, but continued to read patiently.

Finally, after the statement was turned over more than 30 pages, he found another paragraph that seemed useful:

"Therefore, under the influence of force majeure, after discussing with representatives of all zombie workers in the NO.11 base city, and after voting by all zombie workers:"

"Sure enough, it's a collective strike." Guo Yu said happily, sat up and turned to the next page, and then saw:

"The current situation has been reported to the base city government, and approval has been obtained. The notice is as follows: From 11:[-] today, all zombie factories in No. [-] base city will temporarily suspend operation, and all zombie workers will temporarily stop working in the factory. The specific recovery time will be determined by the zombie workers. Representatives will discuss with the city government to determine."

Guo Yu continued to flip through with a stiff expression, but the content of the next 20 pages was basically nonsense.

The content is basically to tell the zombies not to run around during the shutdown, not to disturb the social order, to concentrate on studying at home, and patiently wait for the notice of resumption of work.

The entire notice is more than 60 pages long, with a total of more than [-] words, which is longer than all the notices Guo Yuchang has read combined.

And it's all nonsense before and after, only the middle part is useful, and it's not what Guo Yu needs most, "The federation is unfair to our zombies, I'm going to strike, I'm quitting."

In order to find the key content, he browsed the entire article again.

As a result, the full text was told in a very upright but helpless tone: "It's not that we want to suspend work, but that we have encountered irresistible factors, coupled with federal reforms, changes in factory ownership, new plans for the city, and zombies. We have to adjust our jobs, so we have to stop, but we will stop working and keep learning, and prepare for the next return to work..."

Guo Yu took a deep breath to control his emotions and clicked on the comment area under News Hot Search.

When he saw the comments that comforted the zombies not to lose heart, he cursed angrily: "Can this be called a fucking strike statement?"

After scolding him, he called Jiang Yang's number again, but found that no one answered at all.

After calling three times in a row, the phone number became empty.

"Dare to play me, you court death!"

Just when Guo Wenqi's hair stood up, Jiang Yang was chatting in a beer hall at the junction of the Ninth and Eighth Streets.

Gently patted Wu Dong on the shoulder: "The writing is great. Look at how many people on the Internet are encouraging us not to give up and to believe in the future."

Wu Dong was a little upset: "Last time the reporter agreed to release the interview video, but there is no movement now, and there is no signature on the statement this time. Brother Yang, you have to make it up to me."

Jiang Yang took out a reagent from his pocket and handed it over, but Wu Dong didn't even look at it: "This is not what I want, Brother Yang, can you arrange for a media or magazine or newspaper to interview me? I can publish money."

This request made Jiang Yang silent instead.

The main reason is that he really can't do this kind of thing, not to mention that it is impossible for the current news media to interview a zombie.

Even if there is an interview, with Wu Dong's character and ability, it is impossible for anyone to release his interview video.

Seeing Wu Dong's expectant eyes, he could only nod reluctantly: "I'll think of a way."

"That's great, Brother Yang." Wu Dong grabbed Jiang Yang's hand: "I believe you can do it. In fact, I have prepared a lot of articles for submission in recent years. As long as there are media willing to accept zombies manuscript, then I believe my article will be published."

He held Jiang Yang with one hand, touched the bag next to him with the other hand, and pulled out a thick stack of manuscript paper: "Brother Yang, please help me read my article. I invite you to drink for the manuscript fee."

Glancing quickly at the content on the paper, Jiang Yang gritted his teeth and broke free from Wu Dong's hand: "Well, I still have something to discuss here. Your article is good, and I will find a way to give you a chance to publish it. Believe me."

He patted Wu Dong's shoulder with a serious expression. After seeing his firm eyes, Jiang Yang turned and fled the beer hall.

"call"

Standing at the door and letting out a sigh of relief, Jiang Yang smiled and turned into the path next to him listening to the comments of the passers-by.

Anyway, it's good to be able to prostitute so much money in Guo Yu's place for nothing.

Starting tomorrow, I won't need to go to work for the time being. Jiang Yang raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky.

"You guys are really not afraid of driving Luo Jincheng to death."

59 On the moon, a wall

August [-]th is destined to be an unforgettable day for countless Pan-Asian Federation netizens.

The first thing to do is:

The Federation has launched three space shuttles to the moon, and is preparing to land on the back of the moon to start scientific research and exploration, and even start large-scale mining of minerals.

The second thing is:

No.11 Base City's Zombie Stop Work Notice, although the title is indeed explosive, but the actual content is a complete introduction of the past and current situation of No.11 Base City and the Ninth Street District.

The article titled "Notice" actually described in solid writing that during the past 100 years, generations of new humans and zombies in the NO. Completed the tasks assigned by the Federation.

And this shutdown notice is also because the federation will make some adjustments to the NO.11 base city, so the zombies will stop and bring a new, more vibrant city to the federation.

The last thing is:

The federal reform package mentioned in the article.

These planning documents, which did not attract much attention when they were issued, received attention that should not have belonged to them after people read the "Stop Work Notice".

As a result, the documents originally intended for the base cities have truly become the focus of the whole people's attention.

Now everyone in the federation knows that the No. 11 base city has become a pilot city for federal reforms, so under the secret instructions of Jiang Yang and Fan Zishan, a link to attract investment has been added to the official website of the No. 11 base city.

In fact, these things have nothing to do with most ordinary people, but they are unforgettable because the news one after another makes each of them sleep late.

Therefore, August [-]th was called "the sleepless night" by netizens "enthusiastically", and August [-]th became the day with the largest number of latecomers in the history of the Federation.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the door of the Windless Tavern was closed.

All the windows were closed and black shades were hung, all the cameras around the tavern were activated, and the alarms linked to them were also turned on.

Feng Wenbin took the staff of the tavern out of the nearby lounge to go out for team building. The streets near the tavern were all cleared, leaving only the windless tavern with its door quietly closed.

The hall was brightly lit, and all the zombies were sitting in their respective positions watching the pictures on the big screen.

"Migratory Bird [-] is deorbiting"

Dong Quanyun's voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear in the quiet hall at the moment.

Jiang Yang sat in the middle of the bottom of the big screen, looked at the picture on the screen and said calmly; "Turn on the signal, and Xiaojia is ready to transfer to the space station picture immediately if something unexpected happens."

"clear"

After Dong Quanyun agreed, a small picture appeared in the lower right corner of the screen, which was sent back from the "Gagan" space station of the Indian Federation. Due to the distance and angle, the status of the three planes could not be seen.