Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 1769 Storm Surge, New Discovery of the Natural Disaster Research Institute
the next day.

Store No. 2 in the commercial district continues to sell tortillas as usual, with no purchase limit.

There are still many people coming here to buy tortillas. They take out dozens or even hundreds of points to buy these tortillas.

Day three.

Store No. 2 is open as normal and has not been affected in any way by the recent rush to buy tortillas.

In order to provide tortillas to everyone quickly, the store even brought in a lot of new staff to ensure the quality and speed of service.

The customers who were buying tortillas at the door of the store saw this situation and started talking to each other.

"No, I saw someone buy nearly 300 tortillas at once yesterday. How come there is no limit on quantity now? I spent half of my points to stock up on tortillas just to be on the safe side."

"It's only three hundred. The day before yesterday I saw someone buy 1200 tortillas. It seems the rumor is false. They don't even have any food or raw materials."

"I've been buying for a week straight and now I have less than ten points left. I've stockpiled hundreds of tortillas. What should I do?"

"No, you've already bought so much, why are you still buying?"

"I'll line up and join in the fun."

"You are so bored. I am not going to buy anything today. I can't finish the ones I bought a few days ago, and I don't have a suitable place to put them. I am always worried that they will be stolen if I put them in the room. It is troublesome to carry them with me."

"Who said it wasn't? This is not easy to store. If you put it in a room with a temperature of over 20 degrees, it won't last long. If you put it outside, you don't have to worry about it fading, but I can't stay outside forever."

For them, carrying food with them is safer, but carrying a large amount of food is also a hassle.

I carry a package all day long, even when I sleep and go to the toilet.

Even when I go out to sweep the snow, I have to carry it on my back, and it becomes a burden.

And watching others eat hot tortillas freshly baked every day, the tortillas freshly baked are relatively soft, and they will become hard after cooling down, and the longer they are stored, the harder they will become.

If it is left for half a month, it will become hard as a rock and will cause your teeth to crack if you eat it without heating it.

Someone once ate a tortilla that had been stored for more than two months. He ate it dry while it was cold and it was so hard that it broke one of his front teeth.

Another day passed.

Zhu Yu and the leader of their team came to Shop No. 2 to check the situation.

When their leader saw that Store No. 2 still had a steady supply of tortillas, his face turned frighteningly pale.

Some people in the queue were still chatting about food shortages in Oil City.

"Luckily I didn't buy so many, hahaha. My neighbor Lao Liu used all his points to buy tortillas. Now he can't pay the rent, heating and water bills. He can only sell tortillas to others at a low price to offset other expenses."

"Who says it's not true? The taste of this freshly baked tortilla is completely different from that of a tortilla that's been sitting for a few days. I don't want to bite the hard tortilla anymore."

"I heard that someone bought 1200 tortillas a while ago. I wonder if he regrets it now."

"Who cares? We bought so much anyway, I don't think they can finish it in a short time."

Hearing these people's discussions, the leader's expression became even uglier.

He is the enemy among these people.

I used all the points on my number card to buy tortillas, and now there is only about 1 point left on my number card.

There are more than 0.2 people in their team, and the heating fee for each person is 5 points a day. The points they have are only enough for days.

Without jobs, they can only earn points by selling tortillas at low prices to other survivors.

In the residential area of ​​the trading market, you do not pay accommodation fees, and you will be given a final seven-day restriction period, allowing you to find a way to get points within seven days.

But if you don't pay the heating bill, you will be kicked out and forced to live in a slum without heating.

In the slums, most of the people here are the lowest level people living in the trading market.

However, generally speaking, as long as one has hands and feet, is a little diligent, and has some savings awareness, one will not fall into a situation where one cannot afford to pay 0.01 yuan in rent and 0.01 yuan in heating fees a day.

"Brother, what should we do with those tortillas we bought?" Zhu Yu looked at the leader.

The leader said with a gloomy face:

"What else can we do? We'll just take our time over the next month or two."

They had things to do at the trade fair, and the team was involved in snow removal, so it didn't cause them much of a problem.

The only thing is that they won't be able to eat fresh, hot tortillas for the next month.

Oil City.

Chilling wind.

The entrance of the oil well.

"Minister, the temperature is too low right now, so we have to suspend all oil extraction." said Ling Feng, the person in charge of the oil well.

Uncle San looked at the workers who were retreating from inside and nodded.
"Okay, I understand. You have worked hard during this period. Take your brothers down and have a good rest."

"Minister, let's go now."

"Ah."

Ling Feng waved to the oil well workers behind him and left his uncle's presence.

Every worker bowed and greeted Uncle San when they saw him standing at the door.

Their faces, hands and clothes were all covered with black crude oil stains and dust, making them look dirty.

Oil well workers work in harsh conditions and work underground all year round.

Moreover, they have made great contributions to the development of the oil city and even the large camphor tree base.

Therefore, the contribution points they obtain every day are quite high.

Up to now, the lowest level of these oil workers has reached the third-level position and they enjoy high welfare benefits.

This is the case with the Dazhangshu Base. Those who have made great contributions will not be treated unfairly.

After they left, Uncle San looked at the thermometer hanging next to the oil well gate, which showed that the outdoor temperature had reached minus 71 degrees Celsius.

It is not easy for them to continue to extract oil in such extremely cold weather.

Oil extraction in extremely cold weather will face problems such as freezing of equipment, clogged oil wells, and operational difficulties.

In terms of operational difficulties, extremely cold weather can cause frostbite on the operators' hands, affecting operational efficiency.

Before the end of the world, oil companies often extracted oil in temperatures of minus 20 to 30 degrees Celsius. They would use antifreeze and other measures to find ways to extract oil.

Even in the Arctic, where temperatures reach minus fifty degrees Celsius, oil companies find ways to produce oil.

Oil companies use special antifreeze, insulation materials and warm equipment when extracting oil in these areas.

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The temperature is really too low now, it is extremely cold at minus 71 degrees, and the operation is extremely complicated and difficult.

Moreover, the equipment would often freeze quickly within seconds after being heated with hot water, making it impossible to operate, and the drilling of oil wells in the oil city had to be suspended.

Uncle San was wearing a hat. He looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky, shook his head, and walked towards the cafeteria.

Big camphor tree base.

Inner city weather monitoring station.

Two people stood on top of the towering monitoring station.

He held the telescope and looked nervously at the mountains and forests in the distance, his brows furrowed.

The monitoring station is located in front of the inner city wall, which is the area of ​​the second outer city.

The monitoring station is as high as ninety-five meters, which is even nearly 20 meters higher than the inner city wall.

It is the tallest building in the Big Camphor Tree Base except for the watchtower on the top of the inner city mountain.

The monitoring station is connected to the inner city wall, and there is a watchtower below.

woo woo woo woo--

The sound of the wind was like a ghost roaring and screaming.

The blades on the anemometer were whirring and spinning continuously due to the wind.

Deng Wen looked through the telescope at the distant sky. Snowflakes were sweeping all over the sky, and suddenly they swirled and flew.

The situation is not good.

He quickly shouted to someone next to him: "Xiao Gao, what's the wind force shown on the anemometer?" Xiao Gao held the railing and walked to the anemometer with difficulty to take a look.

"Level 8."

When Deng Wen heard this number, he was secretly shocked. Since the second snowfall, the wind speed has been increasing.

It started at level 3 and gradually increased, especially in the last two days, directly soaring from level 6 to level 8.

The wind is getting stronger.

Generally speaking, the definition of wind force is as follows:
Level 3: Light breeze, leaves and twigs swaying, flags unfurling.

Level 4: Gentle wind that can blow up dust and paper on the ground and shake small trees.

Level 5: Light breeze, choppy river water.

Level 6: Strong winds, big trees shaking, electric wires whirring, making it difficult to hold an umbrella.

Level 7: Strong wind, difficult walking.

Level 8: Strong winds, broken branches, difficult to walk against the wind.

Level 9: Strong winds. The top of the chimney will be destroyed and objects on the ground will be blown away.

Level 10: Strong winds, trees are blown down and general buildings are damaged.

Level 11: Storm, rare on land, destructive. Level 12: Hurricane, very destructive. Level 13: Typhoon or hurricane, extremely destructive. Level 14: Severe typhoon or severe hurricane, extremely destructive.

In two days, the wind speed increased from level 6 to level 8.

It may rise further in the future.

Xiao Gao shouted to Deng Wen, "Professor Deng, should we report this situation? The wind speed is increasing too fast."

Deng Wen put away the telescope and nodded:
"Okay, let's go down."

Although the current wind force of level 8 is already very strong, it is nothing new for the survivors living in the apocalypse.

The buildings in the big camphor tree base are extremely solid.

Even those greenhouses can withstand typhoons of level 10.

This is not only because the greenhouse is sturdy, but also because of the tall walls of the camphor tree base.

These walls, tens of meters high, block the typhoons blowing in from outside.

Due to the air pressure, the wind blowing down from above is mostly broken and scattered wind, and the wind force is not that strong.

But if there were no walls to block the typhoon of level 10, the greenhouse would have been blown to pieces by the wind if it had to rely solely on itself to resist.

The two of them crawled along the straight ladder, climbing down little by little.

They were climbing this straight ladder at a height of hundreds of meters. It looked dangerous, but it was actually not safe at all.

However, at least they were not crawling outside, but crawling down in the space in the middle of the steel frame and concrete building.

The wind was blowing, and the two people's clothes were rustling in the wind.

Wearing the gloves distributed as New Year gifts, they touched the cold iron bars again and again.

Finally, five minutes later.

They climbed up to the inner city wall which was more than 70 meters high.

The two walked to the watchtower and pressed the elevator button for the first floor.

There were still a few people patrolling on the inner city wall.

"Professor Deng, do you think it will turn into a typhoon later?" Xiao Gao asked worriedly.

Generally speaking, the formation of typhoons is extremely rare.

The formation of a typhoon is an extremely complex meteorological process involving multiple factors.

Basic conditions include warm sea temperatures, moist air and moderate wind shear.

It is basically impossible for typhoons to occur inland.

But
In this end times, we cannot use common sense.

There was a super hurricane disaster before, and the wind strength was outrageous.

Deng Wen had seen zombies flying into the sky once in his lifetime. At that time, he had not yet joined the Big Camphor Tree Base, which was located on the North China Plain. In the plains, there were no tall mountains to block the hurricanes, so wherever the hurricanes passed, it was like a barrage of artillery fire.

A house was blown away by the hurricane.

He was hiding in a basement in the city and survived.

But at the big camphor tree base, due to the mountains and hills, the hurricane wind force is reduced.

Gan Province has been a relatively isolated area since ancient times, which is caused by its topography.

There are the tall Wuyi Mountains in the east, which isolate the typhoons from the east.

There are Jiulian Mountain in the south, Luoxiao Mountain Range and Wugong Mountain in the west.

There are Jiuling Mountain and Jiuhua Mountain in the north, and Huangshan Mountain in the northeast.

The closure also led to a relatively poor economy before the end of the world.

But at the same time, this place is rarely affected by natural disasters.

However, the natural disasters in the end times were too powerful. Even after the hurricane subsided, the wind speed at the camphor tree base was still extremely terrifying.

They hurried back to the Natural Disaster Research Institute.

"Where is Dean Song?" Deng Wen asked a colleague as soon as he came down.

"I'm in the office. What's going on? I see the wind is getting stronger today. Have you noticed anything?" asked a colleague.

When Deng Wen heard that Song Zhihong was in the office, he left without looking back.

He left a sentence: "I'll tell you later."

As he ran, he took off his hat.

Because his hair was pressed by the hat for a long time, it became ugly and looked like a mess.

He took Xiao Gao and ran all the way to Song Zhihong's office.

Without knocking, he pushed the door open and walked in.

In the office, Song Zhihong was stroking his chin, staring at the terrain model in front of him, thinking.

boom!
The door suddenly opened, startling him.

"Why did you come in without knocking? I was scared to death." Song Zhihong patted his chest and said with lingering fear.

His heart just skipped a beat, damn it.

As soon as Deng Wen came in, he said in a trembling voice:

"Dean Song, the wind speed has reached level eight now!"

"Level 8??!"

Song Zhihong widened his eyes and asked in surprise:

"So fast, it was still level 7 this morning!"

He quickly ran to the window and opened it.

Hua Hua Hua——

The snowflakes outside blew in instantly.

He frowned and observed the wind speed outside for a while.

Close the window quickly.

He turned around, picked up a paintbrush and wrote on the wall the time when the wind speed increased recently.

It was obvious that the wind was increasing faster and faster.

"This is not a good way to go on. It's happening too fast." Song Zhihong murmured.

(Ask for monthly ticket)