Bao Ma restored hundreds of millions of supplies in the apocalypse

Mu Wanqing summoned a total of ten administrators outside the Northwest Water Plant.

She arranged for one of the administrators to be responsible for order management outside the Northwest Water Plant.

Another administrator was arranged to gather the remaining survivors of the Northwest Water Plant.

The administrator took a big loudspeaker, a notebook and a pen in his hand, and stood in a pile of rubble and shouted,

"The Xiangcheng management system summons survivors for disaster relief."

"Those who can use their hands and feet and want to earn three meals of material rations should come to me and sign up as soon as possible."

As soon as he said these words, a large group of survivors surrounded him with cheers.

Some survivors' hands and feet were bleeding and they were limping, so they had to come to earn these three meals of material rations.

Don't think about salary or anything else now, just have something to eat and live well.

Seeing so many survivors coming to sign up outside the Northwest Water Plant, the administrator was constantly frightened.

He looked back at Mu Wanqing.

In fact, he knew that their Xiangcheng management system no longer had any material reserves.

There is still a long way to go from the northwest water plant to the management building. There are many gravels on the road and the roads are impassable.

Moreover, a large number of survivors have gathered at the management building.

It is very likely that these survivors have rushed into their management building and are frantically grabbing supplies.

So now they're gathering survivors outside the Northwest Waterworks, kind of like White Wolf in Earnest .

After a while, the survivors were asked to do their work, but the supplies were not distributed in place.

The administrator didn't know how to deal with the angry crowd.

Mu Wanqing nodded towards the frightened administrator.

Let him continue to recruit people and don't worry about so many material issues. Suizhu has already figured out a solution.

After recruiting the first group of people, Mu Wanqing arranged for an administrator to take the first group of survivors on a special trip to dig for supplies in the ruins of the Northwest Water Plant.

After digging out all the materials, put them into categories.

If you dig out food supplies, you can only eat them on site and cannot take them away.

At first, these survivors who were digging for supplies in the ruins would secretly hide some dirty instant noodles, bread, rotten fruits, etc. in their crotches.

But Suizhu drove a brand new pickup truck over. The truck bed was filled with fresh apples, cakes and some supplies that looked like they were used for setting up a tent.

The supplies on the ruins suddenly became abundant.

Dirty instant noodles, bread, and rotten fruits. Where can I find fresh apples and sweet cakes to enjoy?

The survivors took out the food hidden in their crotches and threw it into the material collection box specially prepared by the administrator.

"Eat slowly, don't choke. There is also clean mineral water here. After you have eaten and drank enough, please go to work and do your best. You are still needed to contribute to the disaster relief work."

A manager who was responsible for cheering stood on the high ground of the ruins, holding a loudspeaker in his hand and encouraging the survivors.

His words sounded particularly passionate.

The survivors who were stuffing their heads into their mouths had their chests filled with pride and ambition.

As soon as they finished eating and filled their bellies, they took the engineering shovels distributed to them by Suizhu and walked towards the depths of the ruins.

Work hard.

Suizhu turned around and drove a brand new pickup truck over.

She sat in the driver's seat and said to Mu Wanqing, who was standing on the ruins and organizing the administrators,

"Arrange two administrators, each administrator to bring five survivors and go with me outside the duplex community."

Mu Wanqing's eyes widened in astonishment, and she stumbled down from the ruins.

She looked at the pickup truck Suizhu was driving. The truck bed was piled full of supplies.

"Did you get all these supplies?"

Suizhu sat in the driver's seat and raised an eyebrow, "Otherwise, could it be that you got it?"

Mu Wanqing was extremely happy immediately. She didn't ask where Suizhu got it from, and there was one cart after another of supplies.

Zuo Suizhu is a very powerful person and is the girlfriend of the commander of the Xiangcheng garrison. Naturally, the garrison will solve these material problems.

It's really nice to enjoy the cool weather with the garrison at your back.

Mu Wanqing didn't think much about it and immediately called two administrators.

Each administrator selected five survivors who were honest and hard-working and followed them outside the duplex community.

Suizhu also called Wang Zexuan and asked him to bring the old, weak, sick and disabled who could still move.

Wang Zexuan's team was not responsible for distributing supplies, but followed Suizhu and the administrators with weapons, always ready to stabilize order.

At this time, outside the duplex community, San Yuhong led thousands of survivors and rushed over.

He shouted loudly at Zhu Liangxiang and Ma Tieqiang on the equipment platform,

"Open the gate to the community and let us in!"

"There must be supplies in your community. Think about it, this community houses the wounded and garrisoned. Both the management and the garrison will stockpile a large amount of supplies for the garrison of the wounded."

San Yuhong's words had an motivating effect on those scattered survivors.

Everyone was like a tide, surging towards the gate of the community.

It's just that the gate of this community has been reinforced over and over again by Suizhu. Even because Suizhu was bored, she came to reinforce the doors of the community when she had nothing to do.

Now the main gate, side gate, small gate of this community...she made them tall and thick.

This kind of solidity can withstand the impact of the zombie wave.

Therefore, these mortal survivors cannot break through the gate of the duplex community yet.

Zhu Liangxiang was very angry, as if their duplex community had hoarded supplies.

Now, as if he had made some serious mistake, he was being outraged by the public.

Is it now wrong to reserve some supplies for garrisoning the wounded?

Who are these wounded people stationed in order to save, and they become wounded?

It was at this time that someone suddenly shouted loudly:

"My cell phone actually has a signal."

Although Xiangcheng has been ruined like this, everyone ran out of the ruins in a hurry, and almost all the materials around them were lost.

But there are also some people who ran out of the ruins with nothing in their hands, just a mobile phone.

The survivors who had mobile phones in their hands took out their mobile phones one after another.

Some have electricity, some don't.

The survivor who had a mobile phone with power shouted in surprise:

"Yes, my mobile phone also has a signal, but the signal is very poor, only one or two bars."

"It was such a poor signal, but I actually got the text message."

"I also received it. It was a group text message sent by the management of Xiangcheng."

The surrounding survivors all returned to those whose mobile phones had power.

Many people received mass text messages from Xiangcheng management.

"The secretary office of the Xiangcheng management commander sent a text message saying that they have placed a number of rescue tents behind this community."

"But we need to pick it up and build it ourselves."

The survivor was reading the text message. Before he finished speaking, half of the people around him had left.

Some survivors who reacted quickly had already hurried away in the direction of the back door of the complex.

Although they are just some rescue tents, every one you can get is one.

What if they can't break through the gate of the duplex community at night?

At least they can have a tent to protect themselves from the wind and snow.

I really didn’t have time. My little sister failed the final math exam, so the teacher asked me to talk.

Since the holiday, I have been tutoring her in math every day.

So drunk.

I might have to go to the hospital, really, go to the hospital because of my anger.