Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 2212 Preparations
Buffer city.

Building D, West District.

There is a commercial street outside the residential complex, downstairs.

This residential area has nearly 3 residents, so there's a lot of foot traffic, and the shops along the street are doing pretty well.

The Henan-style braised noodles restaurant was steaming hot and packed with customers.

Two people walked in from outside. They lifted the windproof plastic sheet at the door and patted the snowflakes off their clothes after entering.

"Master, there are quite a lot of people in here." The young man noticed that most of the seats were occupied, but there were still seats available, though he would have to share a table with others.

Liu Zheng walked to the counter and looked at the price list and menu above it.

"Give me a bowl of corn noodles, extra chili, and a large portion."

"What do you want?" Liu Zheng asked the young man beside him.

Wang Chen chuckled and said, "Just be like my master."

Liu Zheng nodded and looked at the counter clerk, "Two portions."

As he spoke, he took out his white number plate.

The clerk took it, swiped the card, and said, "That's 2 points in total."

Liu is entering his PIN on the card reader, and the points have been successfully deducted.

The two of them took the printed receipts and casually found a seat that was relatively far inside.

Sitting in front of them was an old man who only glanced at them before lowering his head to continue eating his noodles.

This noodle shop has good food and is quite well-known in the western district.

After the two sat down, Wang Chen, feeling awkward, coughed and tentatively asked:

"Master, you heard the broadcast that morning, right? This is a great opportunity!"

"You're not allowed to go!" Liu Zheng raised his eyebrows and glared at Wang Chen, saying, "If you go and die out there, who will take care of me in my old age?"

Although Wang Chen had long guessed that his master wouldn't let him go, his mind was made up:

"Master, you can earn 25 points a day as a blaster underground! Even if I only work for a month, I'll still have over 700 points. That's a year's salary!"

"And you can even get promoted! Why wouldn't you take such a great opportunity!"

"Yes, the risk is quite high, but I'm not the only one going this time. So many other people are going, including second and third-level combat personnel. Aren't they afraid of dying?"

Liu Zheng said somewhat angrily:

"I don't care, I'm not letting you go. If you go, don't call me master anymore!"

Wang Chen looked at his stubborn master with a mixture of anxiety, anger, and helplessness.

He and his master were both Level 5 personnel. It was his master who brought him into the industry and taught him blasting, which gave him a stable job in Dazhangshu with a decent income.

His master treated him well, and since his master had no children, he treated him like his own son.

Wang Chen was very grateful for this.

However, he is still young, he wants to strive, and he wants to climb the ladder.

Working in the mine, he wanted to climb the ladder, but the opportunities were too few.

With so many people in the base, who wouldn't want to be promoted and achieve upward mobility?

But with more people, the competition becomes more intense.

Moreover, the field he's in isn't easy to make contributions in; it requires accumulating contribution points little by little, like grinding tofu. At this rate of accumulating contribution points, they would need to work for at least another three or four years before they could be promoted.

Moreover, it is very likely that in another three or four years, the points required to advance from level five to level four will increase significantly.

From this perspective, if they simply follow the established procedures and do this job, they will never be able to get promoted in their entire lives.

However, this is a great opportunity to overtake them!
Wang Chen hesitated to speak, while Liu Zheng remained unyielding, and the two remained locked in a stalemate.

Just then, the waiter came over with two bowls of noodles.

"This is your noodles!"

The two exchanged a glance and, quite tacitly, did not bring up the previous topic again.

Of all things, noodles are the most important; if the noodles clump together, they won't taste good.

Liu Zheng stirred the cornmeal and mixed the chili seasoning on top evenly. Holding a freshly peeled garlic clove in one hand, he ate a bite of noodles and a bite of garlic.

The two of them remained silent, heads down, eating their noodles.

Currently, the main crops grown in the Dazhangshu area are corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes, and these three types of grains have relatively large yields.

Therefore, the food produced is mainly made from these three types of ingredients.

Cornmeal has a unique corn aroma and a slightly sweet taste, but its texture is relatively rough and grainy, while wheat flour is more delicate and chewy, making it suitable for making various kinds of pasta dishes.

Liu Zheng was a northerner, and he preferred wheat flour to cornmeal.

Unfortunately, wheat has a low yield, making it expensive. This restaurant used to buy it, but the price was as high as 6 points a bowl, which is not something ordinary people can afford.

Within the influence of the Great Camphor Tree, the average income of the lower-class residents is only about one point per day.

Spending almost a week's income on a single meal is equivalent to spending 1500 yuan on a meal before the apocalypse.

Moreover, it was the kind of mixed noodles that were most common before the apocalypse, which only cost 15 yuan a bowl.

Reluctant.

Even though the two of them tried to eat slowly, they still finished a large bowl of cornmeal in less than five minutes.

They even drank all the soup at the bottom of the bowl.

Liu Zheng wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Let's go."

Wang Chen followed Liu Zheng out of the store. As soon as they lifted the plastic insulation cloth at the door, a blast of cold air hit them.

The two men shivered from the cold, and Wang Chen pulled his coat collar tighter before quickly catching up with his master.

"Master, Master, I want to."

Before Wang Chen could even speak, Liu Zheng immediately refused:

"No, you can't go!"

Seemingly realizing that his attitude had been too harsh, Liu Zheng softened his tone and said:
"Xiao Chen, this natural disaster is truly extraordinary. And don't you often listen to the radio? The zombies that returned from the ocean this time are not the same kind of zombies we've encountered before; they are extremely powerful."

Besides, conducting an explosion in sea fog is far too dangerous. I don't want anything to happen to you!

After hearing his master Liu Zheng's words, Wang Chen lowered his head and remained silent.

Liu Zheng thought he had listened, so he patted him on the shoulder and said:
"Let's go back to our lodgings. Although we're temporarily out of work, our master has accumulated quite a few points, enough to last for more than six months. We don't need to shovel snow to earn points like Lao Liu and the others."

Listen to your master. Stay safely inside the big camphor tree until the sea fog dissipates. This camphor tree has stood for many years and will surely survive this natural disaster as well.

"Mm." Wang Chen lowered his head and followed Liu Zheng toward the dormitory building.

Back in his dorm, Liu Zheng played cards with his roommates to pass the time.

But he was also keeping an eye on Wang Chen's movements.

Time flew by and it was already evening. Instead of going downstairs to eat, they ate some cornbread soaked in hot water and that was their meal.

Wang Chen remained lying in bed, refusing to move even when Liu Zheng invited him to come over and play cards.

8 PM.

"Xiao Chen, come with me for a bit." Liu Zheng called out to Wang Chen, who was on the upper bunk, as usual.

But after calling out for a while without getting a reply, he quickly climbed out and looked up at the upper bunk, only to find that Wang Chen was nowhere to be seen.

My roommate Lao Gao, who was playing cards with me, said:

“Wang Chen just went out. Ignore him, let’s continue!” “Oh no!” Liu Zheng’s expression changed. He suddenly remembered Wang Chen’s behavior this afternoon. He must have ignored his advice and gone to the mission hall to register.

He quickly put on his shoes, took a thick coat from the hanger, and ran out into the wind and snow.

Half an hour later, he arrived at the mission hall.

Searching for Wang Chen's presence in the crowd, they finally found him at the very front of window number 7.

He was about to run over when he saw Wang Chen take the points number card from the window staff.

This indicates that Wang Chen has successfully registered.

Ugh!
This child!
Liu Zheng sighed. It was too late to stop Wang Chen from going out to mine.

Because once you accept a mission in the mission lobby, you must carry it out.

If you accept a task but fail to complete it, you will be severely punished, and in severe cases, you may even be demoted and have all the points in your account cleared.

Liu Zheng watched Wang Chen leave happily, hesitated for a few seconds, and then steeled himself and walked to the back of the line.

Since he's gone, I'll go with him.

Wang Chen was unaware of all of this.

After the notice to recruit miners was issued, most residents of the entire camphor tree base were talking about it.

Furthermore, since there are thousands of miners in Dazhangshu, some of these workers are willing to sign up and take a chance, while most of them choose to stay at the base.

At 22:00, the recruitment channel in the Buffer City Mission Hall was officially closed.

The recruitment officer compiled a list of applicants and hurried to the Ministry of Industry's administrative building.

Knock knock—

"Come in."

"Minister, this is the list of mining workers recruited today, a total of 660 people." The person in charge of the recruitment office in the mission hall placed the list on Liu Jianwu's desk.

Liu Jianwu glanced at the list booklet briefly and said:

"Okay, go downstairs and give this list to Jianming."

"Okay, Minister." The head of the recruitment office nodded and took the list downstairs.

After he left, Liu Jianwu flipped through the list of mining workers recruited in the oil city again.

These workers also gathered at the headquarters base via the DS-1 train.

"Including the mining workers in the oil city, the total is about 1200, which should be about right."

There are several mines around the oil city, so there are some mining workers there, but only half the number at the headquarters.

Compared to the workers at the headquarters, the workers in the oil city were clearly more radical, and the proportion of workers willing to participate in this action was much larger.

the other side.

The second outer city, the administrative building.

Second floor, Meeting Room 3.

This meeting room was temporarily occupied by Xiao Jun and used as a coordination and command center for the mining operations.

Inside the conference hall, Xiao Jun made overall arrangements.

"Zhou Tian, ​​have the ammunition, the jumbo jets, and the missile vehicles all arrived yet?"

Zhou Tian is currently the captain of the Fifth Brigade; previously, he was Xiao Jun's deputy captain in the Fifth Brigade.

Since Xiao Jun left the Fifth Brigade, he took over as the brigade commander.

Zhou Tian is very happy to be back under Xiao Jun's leadership.

In the military, there is no such thing as asking questions or soliciting opinions; there are only orders that are as heavy as mountains.

Once an order is given, whoever is sent out to carry out the mission must go.

This is completely different from other departments.

"Commander-in-chief, 100 armored vehicles, 200 armored personnel carriers, as well as armored explosion-proof vehicles, medical vehicles, maintenance vehicles, and other vehicles are all parked in the military camp in the eastern part of the buffer city."

In addition, 600 electric heavy-duty transport vehicles, 400 mining vehicles, and 100 other supporting vehicles, along with a large truck and two missile launchers, were parked at the recruit training camp in the western district of the outskirts of the city.

"Regarding ammunition, the commander promised to provide us with 3000 rain-inducing shells, 5000 artillery shells, 300 million tungsten carbide alloy bullets, and other types of ammunition, all of which have been loaded onto the trucks."

Xiao Jun nodded: "Okay!"

He turned to Zuo Ruxue beside him and asked:
"Are the accompanying security personnel and driver all in place?"

Zuo Ruxue replied:

"A total of 2000 guards and drivers have been deployed. In addition, this morning Minister Liu also added a militia brigade for us and entrusted us with its arrangements."

"Which branch? Who's in charge?" Xiao Jun asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Zhou Dafu".

Upon hearing the name, Xiao Jun vaguely remembered it.

I vaguely remember that this person was a reconnaissance platoon leader who lived in seclusion on the Funiu Mountains with his family for many years. Later, he was forced to come down the mountain to seek a way to survive due to food shortages.

"Okay, have him come over to see me later. I want to talk to him." Xiao Jun mainly wanted to get to know Zhou Dafu better. If things didn't go well with Zhou Dafu, he would give up.

For him, quality is more important than quantity.

Moreover, when driving in extreme weather like sea fog, it's essential to understand the character of your subordinates to avoid them being unreliable should something go wrong.

He had known Zuo Ruxue and the others for many years, so he trusted them completely.

Zuo Ruxue, Xiao Hu, Guifei, and Zhu Xiao were all among the first batch of captains of the People's Armed Forces Brigade, and were later transferred to the transportation department.

Having spent so many years running transport, their overall capabilities are actually no less than those of the combat battalion commander.

The people under his command are highly capable in both combat and adaptability.

“Okay.” Zuo Ruxue immediately went to arrange for Zhou Dafu to come over.

Then, Xiao Jun looked at Xiao Hu and asked:

"Where's Jian Ming, the head of the mining team? Why did he run away again?"

Xiao Hu replied:
"He's in charge of recruiting workers; time is tight, so he's been at the Ministry of Industry."

Xiao Jun frowned:
"What was he doing at the Ministry of Industry? He's not under their jurisdiction anymore. He's been transferred to our sea fog mining project department, so he should be here with us!"

"I need to talk to him about something, but I can't find him anywhere!"

"Have him come here immediately!"

“Okay!” Xiao Hu immediately went online to the base’s intranet and contacted Jian Ming to ask him to come over.

Xiao Jun glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already 10 p.m.

They will depart from the big camphor tree at noon tomorrow.

At noon, visibility was slightly better through the sea fog.

Compared to the pitch black at night, even though you can't see anything clearly during the day, it's still a hazy white, which makes the psychological pressure less.

"There are 14 hours left."

Xiao Jun leaned back; recruitment is now complete.

Miners, security guards, drivers, and other personnel have all been deployed, totaling 4000 people.

Vehicles, ammunition, mining equipment, food, and other supplies were also provided by the logistics department in the past two days.

Now we're just waiting for Jianming and Zhou Dafu to arrive so we can have a tactical discussion meeting before the operation.

Then we can set off tomorrow at noon.