Bao Ma restored hundreds of millions of supplies in the apocalypse

When Chang Yuhong and the others arrived outside the duplex community, the administrators from the Xiangcheng management level were being received by other administrators one after another into the duplex community.

Zhu Liangxiang, with a big belly, was directing people in the community to register the incoming Xiangcheng administrators and their family members, and to take necessary isolation measures.

She looked at the list in her hand.

The list was obtained from an administrator, but it is incomplete and does not represent the entire management hierarchy.

But for the current environment, this is the most complete list of Xiangcheng administrators that Zhu Liangxiang can get.

The man next to him was Zhu Liangxiang's assistant.

He used to work as a security guard in the management of Xiangcheng. Because he had such work experience, Zhu Liangxiang specially asked him to come over and give her a try.

Not many administrators from Xiangcheng came to the duplex community.

First, because the number of Xiangcheng administrators who received the message was very small, most of the administrators who came to the duplex community lived nearby.

In other words, just by raising your legs, you can run over and tell the distance.

"A large area of ​​the welfare community has collapsed. Please settle down quickly so that we can organize people to dig out more administrators."

The administrators queuing up at the door to register and review information all looked very anxious.

They were lucky enough not to be trapped in the rubble.

But if we don't unite, big things will happen in Xiangcheng.

Big, big thing.

Zhu Liangxiang and Ma Tieqiang were busy sorting it out.

But fortunately not many administrators came.

"It has been reviewed. You were in the legal department of the Xiangcheng Management System before. Go in first."

Zhu Liangxiang handed a form in his hand to an administrator outside the door.

"After you get in, settle down first, and then report to me immediately."

But before he could wait for the administrator who worked in the legal department, he dragged his family into the gate of the community.

Outside the door, a large number of survivors gathered one after another.

They shouted,

"This duplex community hasn't collapsed yet? Come on, come on, let's go in and find a place to live. This weather is going to freeze us to death."

Zhu Liangxiang glanced sideways at Ma Tieqiang.

Ma Tieqiang shook his head, lowered his voice and said,

"They are not the administrators of Xiangcheng."

Zhu Liangxiang immediately said to the survivors who had gathered,

"For the convenience of management, we can't let you in now."

Her words were like poking a hornet's nest, and the crowd immediately started shouting.

"Why can they enter your duplex community, but we can't?"

"The world has come to an end, why are you still so particular here?"

Some people also noticed it and shouted loudly,

"I am the administrator of Xiangcheng who asked me to come in."

One of them shouted this, and many people followed him.

"Me too."

"I'm also an administrator."

Ma Tieqiang frowned and looked at the dark group of survivors outside.

Every survivor had anxiety on their face. They looked haggard and disheveled, and they hadn't cleaned themselves up in an unknown amount of time.

"There are many people I don't know. They say they are the administrators of Xiangcheng, but I have never met them."

As a security guard at the Xiangcheng Management Building, Zhu Tieqiang doesn't say he knows every Xiangcheng administrator, but most of them he has seen will have an impression.

But now the large group of survivors in front of me all say that they are the administrators of Xiangcheng, and some say they are the family members of the administrators of Xiangcheng.

Why did he feel that there were so many unfamiliar faces?

Zhu Liangxiang knew what was going on.

Or she and Ma Tieqiang were too slow.

Survivors nearby have discovered that administrators from the Xiangcheng management class have come to the community.

So they also walked this way one by one.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhu Liangxiang immediately said to Ma Tieqiang,

"Go back and close the door."

Ma Tie quickly closed the small door next to the main door with a bang.

He and Zhu Liangxiang retreated to the equipment platform.

Zhu Liangxiang held a big loudspeaker in his hand, stood on the equipment platform and shouted down,

"Everyone, please hold on. I understand that in this situation, it is very difficult for everyone to survive, but only by organizing all administrators can we arrange disaster relief work."

"Without the help of administrators, materials cannot be found, and even if they are found, they cannot be distributed. There is also no way to organize survivors to dig out those who are still alive in the rubble."

"Everything is in chaos, so those who should calm down must calm down, and those who should be tolerated must be tolerated."

But Zhu Liangxiang's words were not understood by everyone.

The survivors shouted loudly:

"In the face of such a huge disaster, you administrators only care about yourselves. Have you ever thought about how difficult it is for us to escape death?"

Zhu Liangxiang held up her big horn,

"We are not ignoring you, please trust us, we just need a little time."

Before she could finish her words, a snowball was thrown directly from below and hit Zhu Liangxiang.

Zhu Liangxiang screamed and hid aside to protect his big belly.

Someone below shouted angrily at Zhu Liangxiang:

"Give some time! Give some time! It's been a year since the end of the world. How much time do you, the administrators of Xiangcheng, need?"

"Given you a year, our lives have not gradually improved. Instead, we are all homeless now."

This man's words were immediately supported by the vast majority of survivors.

Everyone shouted at Zhu Liangxiang, and some people picked up the snow on the ground and threw it at Zhu Liangxiang.

Ma Tieqiang blocked Zhu Liangxiang behind her, and she shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Do you have any conscience in what you say and do?"

"As a pregnant woman, she actually doesn't have to worry about this at all, but in order to quickly restore order in Xiangcheng, she still supports herself and is busy here for you."

Ma Tieqiang knew that Zhu Liangxiang was not an administrator of the Xiangcheng management class at all.

She is the administrator of City A.

Now in this duplex community, except for the casualty garrison, there is no decent management.

Wang Zexuan, Suizhu, Zhou Weiran... all went to the northwest water plant.

Everyone is busy and can't spare any time right now.

Therefore, the reception and registration work of the administrator here falls entirely on Zhu Liangxiang.

But the survivors below were shouting even more fiercely.

"It's not easy for her, isn't it easy for us?"

"My wife lost one of her legs, and she hasn't received treatment yet. What about her? At least she still has a leg to walk."

Some people shouted loudly,

"I haven't had a full meal since the end of the world. I haven't eaten anything for three days now. If I don't get help, I will starve to death here."

"And my children, one of my children has starved to death..."

Every mouth talks about his difficulties.

When faced with great difficulties, is it easy for everyone?

They also want to cooperate well, but cooperating well means that they have to wait for a long and endless time after finally crawling out of the ruins.

Based on their experience, maybe she and the others would die in this ice and snow without waiting for any help.

Rather than relying on a illusory management class, it is better to rely on yourself.

On the equipment platform, there were only two people, Zhu Liangxiang and Ma Tieqiang.

The remaining administrators who had not yet had time to enter were submerged in the large group of survivors.

The administrators wanted to step forward to help, but at this time, no one dared to reveal their identity as the administrator of Xiangcheng.

For fear of arousing public outrage, he would be beaten up by the survivors around him.

Just beat them, there are many family members around them, old and young, how innocent they are.

Things have reached a deadlock.

Here, the administrator cannot be in place, the survivors cannot organize themselves, and supplies cannot be found or distributed. The rescue work has reached a deadlock for a while.

Zhu Liangxiang felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

She seemed to see the second City A. City A looked like this a year ago.

Weakhearted.

All the administrators of City A are actually working very hard to unite.

Only by condensing the management system can the entire city run better.

But after working hard to the end, the building collapsed.

Everyone can only take care of themselves, organize themselves, and then mobilize the survivors to run the entire city, which is even more idiotic.

Suizhu woke up in the medical tent outside the Northwest Water Plant. She propped up her thin body and looked around.

In addition to Mu Wanqing standing guard in front of her, there were many injured patients in the medical tent, as well as busy medical staff coming and going.

"Azhu, you're awake, how do you feel?"

Mu Wanqing had a pale face and messy hair. She frowned and came over, with concern in her eyes.

Suizhu raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.

"Why am I here?"

She remembered that before she fainted, she repaired Bai Zhi's broken arm.

I don’t know if Bai Zhi’s new arm can be used.

"The battle commander sent you here. Fortunately, you are awake."

Mu Wanqing opened her mouth and started to make crackling sounds.

"Azhu, what should we do now? The whole Xiangcheng is in chaos. Our administrator and the administrator's family members are blocked outside the duplex community, mixed in with a large group of survivors."

"Those survivors all want to enter the duplex community, but our administrators simply don't dare to show up."

Suizhu's head was still a little groggy, and she felt hungry in her stomach, which made her look tired even when she spoke.

Seeing Mu Wanqing so anxious, Suizhu waved,

"Don't worry, bring me a crystal core first, and I'll think of a solution slowly."

Mu Wanqing hurriedly stuffed a sky-blue crystal core into Suizhu's hand.

At present, whether it is the management level or the garrison, there is no shortage of crystal cores.

What they lack is supplies, all kinds of materials.

Because all the supplies were buried in the ruins, but the administrators couldn't gather together and couldn't organize the survivors to dig out the supplies.

It was even more impossible to organize the survivors, who were running around like a large group of wild roe deer, to rescue more people.

People from outside can't enter the duplex community for the time being, but people inside the duplex community can't get out either.

This is not a long-term solution either.

What's more, as long as there are enough survivors and they want to enter the duplex community, once their anger is ignited, who knows what they will do.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I have a way."

Suizhu closed his eyes,

"Secretary Mu, please call all the administrators who can be used now and ask them to find a few strong survivors on site to help us do some work."

“We can provide them with three meals a day.”

Suizhu held the sky blue crystal core in his hand and slowly absorbed the majestic energy in it.

Her depleted supernatural energy was gradually replenished.

Mu Wanqing said anxiously,

"But where do we have so many supplies now that can provide three meals a day?"

The earthquake happened unexpectedly.

The injured people inside and outside the medical tents and the materials used were all dug out from the ruins by Zhan Shen and the garrison.

Some supplies were smashed to pieces, but now we can't pay so much attention to them. In order to survive, we can only eat thin food.

Suizhu raised his eyes and looked at a piece of broken cake placed next to the pillow.

This is already the best food Zhan Shen and the others can provide.

Suizhu raised his hand and patted Mu Wanqing's shoulder, as if a thousand burdens were placed on Mu Wanqing's body.

"Secretary Mu! Go organize people while I look for supplies."

"Don't panic, okay?! The battle commander has his own battlefield. As small screws in the management system, we also have our own battles to fight."

"It's time for us to go to war."

"Today! Let everyone see how excellent our Xiangcheng administrators are."

Suizhu can always trust Xiangcheng management.

Because this is a management system that even if eighty-nine tenths of it is damaged, it can still stand tenaciously in the apocalypse. It can reassemble a fragmented Xiangcheng bit by bit and build it into the first base of the apocalypse.

Xiangcheng administrator, don’t give in so easily!

In Suizhu's words, Mu Wanqing slowly calmed down.

Her eyes gradually became firm, and then she nodded,

"Okay, I'll call all the administrators nearby immediately."

The small screws in the management system are what make the entire system run.

It's because they don't know what the consequences of their efforts will be, and it's even possible that their efforts won't bring them the desired results.

But they still exert their light and heat in their respective positions.

If you can't gather all the administrators, then at least organize the administrators in a small area and turn it around little by little.

Use a small vortex to create a large vortex.

Mu Wanqing was responsible for summoning all the administrators who could be summoned on the ruins.

Suizhu is responsible for finding supplies.

This is what the two of them have to do now, and no one should worry about whether one can do it well.

Just do what you have to do well!

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