Chapter 10 is just a dog officer

The standing mud column 3 meters away from the ground becomes a door-shaped structure, supported by a strong oblique support in the ground. Finally, after the whole structure is completed, the thick rope from the community base is fixed on it. With the pulley and small motor, it can easily move people and materials.

"One day, it took us a whole day to build a foothold. If we think about it for a moment, it will take us more than a month to get to the industrial park. I'm afraid that the zombies have evolved by then!"

Teng Qing is also very tired. When she finished the work, the sky was already dark. The people were also dragged back upstairs with an electric winch from here. Guo Zhenbei, standing on a 2-meter-high platform, as well as Teng Qing and Siweier, were the last people to leave.

There is a foothold with a high wall. Although life here is not comfortable, it must be safe. Especially after today, there may be no more people here, let alone attract the attention of zombies.

Guo Zhenbei stretched out his sour body and sighed.

"It's not easy for us to take the first step!"

To put it simply, these tasks have allowed all the members of the "search and rescue team" and the "assistant combat team" a total of 80 people to work well all day. It was not until it was dark that the rope at a height of 3 meters was fixed.

"It's too slow. We're too slow. I think we may need 2 to 3 seats a day!"

This is a difficult problem. After all, this is a construction in a pile of zombies. If you are not careful, there is a possibility that the whole army will be destroyed.

"Then we need more people, or more machinery! After all, this is the work of digging earth, and it won't be too fast with manpower!"

"How about this? I'll take a look around with a reconnaissance plane tomorrow. If there is an excavator, get it in a way, otherwise..."

It seems that there is no better way for Siweier. The reality is that fewer people live more, but I'm afraid no one can live if they are not fast.

Guo Zhenbei's eyes looked around with the afterglow before the sunset. In addition to some vegetablefields, there are some small yards of farmers nearby. In particular, there are some lonely yards near the vegetable field, which are all people who discuss with the village and set up their homesteads on the edge of their own land and grow greenhouse vegetables.

"Or we get a yard like that, so that there is a place to dig the earth in addition to the foothold. Then transport the sacks over, fill them, and transmit them to the next foothold, so as to avoid digging earth and filling sacks in unsafe places. The work should be faster!"

But how to solve the security problem? There are many zombies near the yard.

Teng Qing is worthy of being a security consultant and thinks a lot about security issues. And today's scene is false to say that it is not worrying. Today alone, nearly 3,000 zombies were killed. It's terrible that there are a lot of zombies in this city-village junction.

"There is a brick wall, and the door is blocked. There shouldn't be much problem! Let's go first tomorrow and then drag the rope from here. Form a ropeway and send down the young women in the production group upstairs. Go there and fill the sacks, so that the work outside will be faster.

"Well, I'll continue to look for an excavator, preferably a small wheeled excavator, which will run faster."

"Look, let's think of a way together, and things will be much easier. Don't worry too much. There won't be so many people after I leave the city for a few thousand meters!"

Teng Qing and his brother Teng Lang have always been optimists among everyone. Among all of them, there are only two siblings, and they have never been hungry for a day.

"That's all I have to do!"

Following the discussion of the three people, the electric winch came down from the roof, and then the three people hung on the rope together and returned to the community base.

Although it is difficult, the efforts to survive in the end of the world have obviously yielded results, but not everyone is one mind.

When night falls, life in the community base is relaxed and happy as usual. Men and women who are full of food either huddle together to watch discs, or gather in a pile to play mahjong, and some men and women quietly avoid the eyes of others and carry out the great events of human transmission.

It goes without saying that, as in any era, there are always many conspirators and so-called people with political minds.

Ji Weiwen quietly went to the roof alone. The lights here were bright and there was a power grid on the side of the building, so that the biochemical mouse could not come in. Just as he was breathing the cold air and thinking about what was on his mind, suddenly a voice came.

"Team, why are you here alone? You smoke!"

The speaker is Luo Guangrong, a underworld flatterer. He holds a box of Chinese cigarettes in his hand, which is found a lot in the rich community. Many people have large boxes of good wine and large boxes of good cigarettes. In the past, for Ji Weiwen, it was a wealth that he had to pay attention to. It's like a box of Maotai, which is definitely worth money.

As the section chief of the Economic Police Section in the past, Ji Weiwen is very clear about how senior officials work. They just took these gifts and sent them to some shops or hotels, which naturally turned into money.

Of course, that is the behavior of some middle or timid senior officials. If they are bold, they will accept the dry stocks of the enterprise. For example, the dead Zhao Yongzhu, there are many people's dry stocks in his black coal kiln. The least one, Brother Lin Zheng, is the captain of the urban management brigade. Otherwise, he would be so attentive and always inquire about the black coal kiln on it.

He took the cigarette handed over by the flatterer Luo Guangrong, but Ji Weiwen still didn't say anything, and even the watchman on his face did not change.

Luo Guangrong has seen a lot of this kind of person. They are all officials, or people with any authority. Often their expressions at this moment indicate what they are planning. However, they still have to be careful in the officialdom, power and money.

"Bah! Pretell to be sanctimont, it's just some dog officials, if it weren't for you dog officials..."

The thoughts in Luo Guangrong's heart will also not appear on his face. The reason why he came to flatter Ji Weiwen from time to time was that he felt that he came to the life-saving team with cold blood, but it was not important. In addition, Ji Weiwen is obviously planning something in front of him. If he stands in the right position, or there may be some benefits when there is a change in the future.

If you turn his idea into a long-term perspective, you will find that he hopes that after the corpses are in chaos in the future, when the country wants to use people, it will naturally be people like Ji Weiwen. Of course, I won't use a fool like Guo Zhenbei. It doesn't matter whether you do it well or not in China. It's important to flatter. Maybe one day, the body is in chaos. Guo Zhenbei can only be his fart, and make Ji Weiwen comfortable. Can he also be the director of the police station?

People still have to have a long-term vision. At least they can't be compared by the flatterer Luo Guangrong in front of them!

"Season, I heard that they are going to take some women out tomorrow and ask them to pack sacks. However, looking at the lack of ideas, the season team is not interesting here. Why not..."

When Luo Guangrong spoke, he quietly looked at the expression on Ji Weiwen's face in front of him. The cold light of the energy-saving lamp shone on his face, and his expression did not change because of his words. However, Luo Guangrong doesn't have only a little ability. He still has the ability!

"Team Ji, I heard that it was the stinky old man Li Baoqiang leading those women. Does this boy surnamed Guo look down on people? Ji team, at least you are also a national civil servant. Li Fuqiang is a retired old man, leading those women..."

Ji Weiwen still smoked quietly. He knew where Luo Guangrong was dissatisfied. He is not a "search and rescue team" or an auxiliary combat team at this moment. Therefore, women are not interested in him at all, especially the tattoos, which are often disgusting.

Women in survivors often like the "search and rescue team" people. Although there is no direct benefit, the people of the search and rescue team often have something that others don't have. For example, when searching, in addition to large-scale food, some small candies or snacks are not easy for ordinary women to get.

A strange guy like Luo Guangrong, who is not bold and lazy, is naturally not favored by women.

Seeing that Ji Weiwen had no reaction, Luo Guangrong laughed in a low voice.

"Team Ji, I'm not worth it for you. Why should the boy surnamed Guo take the lead, and he already has two lives. If you want to follow the law, it's too defensive! This is really lawless!"

At first, Ji Weiwen still did not move, and he did not intend to expose his thoughts too early. He was accidentally found out that there was no one around him who had no weapons at hand, but he couldn't deal with Guo Zhenbei's subordinates. Although the boy is not keen on any rights, the simple rules he set are also very popular.

Ji Weiwen, who is used to the Chinese-style "office war" dominated by flattery, wrists and power, is like a hibernating snake. It doesn't seem to be dangerous, but if this hibernating snake warms up, Guo Zhenbei, a "stupid farmer", must suffer.

Seeing that Luo Guangrong saw that he did not respond, his enthusiastic face had quietly cooled down at this moment, and the look in his eyes also showed that if he was so "silent", he did not intend to "accompany" him again.

Ji Weiwen has a lot of ways to deal with this kind of hooligan. Because this is just a dog-legged person, almost completely useless. They have just been looking for their own interests between the ups and downs and the two forces.

He curled his lips and annoyed that he didn't know his look.

"Stop yelling, what season team am I still? Don't you know that the government is no longer in charge here? Look, are there people in charge of killing, peeping and robbing here? Glorious brother, only when we live and find the government can we be qualified to speak. Don't you understand this truth?

Luo Guangrong curled his lips and couldn't find the government to do his bullshit. There is only one thing he came to Ji Weiwen, that is, who is the head of the women's team who will leave tomorrow. If it were Ji Weiwen, would he take himself with him? Those are all women. Since Lin Er's death, he has never been touched by a woman.

The disappointment in my heart dissipated because of Ji Weiwen's words just now. He smiled shyly again, just like flowers blooming in spring.

"Hey hey, season team, you have management experience and combat ability. The women's team may also get a pneumatic nail gun. You can take me with you at that time, and I promise to work hard!"

For women, Ji Weiwen is not as lacking as Luo Guangrong. At least at this moment, the survivors' hopes for the officials have not been completely cut off, and one or two women are attentively beside Ji Weiwen. But now what Luo Guangrong said is not all about women.

"Pneumatic nail gun, yes, those women who go out to fill sacks with soil always have to be protected, in this way..."

Despite the thought in his heart, there was no trace on Ji Weiwen's face. People like Luo Guangrong are not worth giving a good face.

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