Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

"Don't just stand there, it's not even certain you'll be able to get in!"

The guard behind him shoved him so hard that Liu Bo almost fell flat on his face.

Liu Bo steadied himself, cursing inwardly, "What a bully who relies on his master's power!" But he plastered a fawning smile on his face, nodded repeatedly, and followed the directions to a newly built brick house.

This is the office; there's a long queue at the entrance.

Liu Bo seized the opportunity and squeezed directly into the queue.

In front of him was a dark-skinned man, thin as a skeleton, leaning against the wall, panting heavily.

Liu Bo leaned closer and lowered his voice: "Brother, where are you from?"

The man's eyes flickered, and his voice was hoarse: "West Island... my wife and children are all dead. I heard that I could survive here, so I came here."

"How do you recruit people here?"

"As long as you're willing to work, you won't starve!"

Liu Bo stroked his chin and nodded, mentally calculating his next move.

Soon it was his turn.

Zhang Weiguo sat behind the wooden table, holding half a pencil in his hand, and glanced at the person: "Name and age?"

Liu Bo shrank his neck, looking honest and simple, and said, "Liu Bo! 29 years old, I came from Beidao as a refugee!"

"Sir, I'm strong. I used to work in construction. I'm hardworking and have a kind heart..."

"Alright, this isn't an interview!"

Du Wei, standing nearby, impatiently interrupted him, "Being eloquent with words is useless!"

He pointed to the piles of gray bricks not far away, and then to the building area two hundred meters away.

"Move these gray bricks over there. The top five most efficient workers stay, the rest get out!"

The voice just fell.

Liu Bo immediately rolled up his sleeves, his gaze sharp.

He was burning with determination. This little bit of physical labor was nothing to him. As long as he could sneak in and gather good information for Young Master Song!

He will surely enjoy wealth and honor in the future!

Without saying a word, Liu Bo, covered in fat, charged toward the pile of bricks.

Other migrants had to rest after carrying just three bricks, their calves cramping up.

Liu Bo, on the other hand, could carry seven or eight pieces at a time, walk briskly, and even jog.

His muscular physique, covered in mud and ash, was barely visible.

Du Wei stood in the shade, squinting, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Uncle Zhang, look at that kid!"

Zhang Weiguo looked up and frowned: "This physical condition... doesn't seem like that of a refugee who has been starving for several days."

Du Wei stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with malice: "Ordinary refugees would be too hungry to even walk, how could he possibly run? He's probably a spy sent by the Song family."

"So, should we just... kick them out?"

"Hurry up?" Du Wei shook his head. "If they're offering themselves up, might as well use them. This time, we'll make sure they don't leave alive!"

……

Half an hour later.

Liu Bo single-handedly moved nearly half of that mountain of bricks.

Several exhausted refugees lying on the ground looked at him with eyes full of resentment.

"Bro, are you born in the year of the donkey?"

A man mumbled weakly, "Are you trying to kill us by doing this...?"

Liu Bo threw the last brick on the ground, dusted off his hands, and glanced down at them.

"waste!"

He walked a few steps with a smug look on his face and came up to Du Wei to ask for credit.

"Gentlemen! You've finished moving everything!"

Du Wei nodded and sneered, "Not bad, a good prospect! Passed!"

He tossed Liu Bo a piece of metal with his name engraved on it, and then gave him a points bracelet.

"This is an identification badge from the East Island refugee slum, and it also gives you 1 point. You can use it to get food at the cafeteria!"

"Wow, thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

Several of the selected refugees crowded around, their eyes brimming with tears of gratitude.

Not only do you earn points for working here, but you also get free meals. It's practically a paradise for refugees!

Liu Bo took the points, cursing inwardly: Only 1 point? Are you trying to fob me off?

My cup of tea costs more than this!

But the play has to be played out completely.

He pretended to be so excited that his hands were shaking, and rushed into the central canteen by blending into the crowd.

As soon as you enter the central canteen, a rich aroma of fish soup mixed with steam hits you.

Liu Bo's stomach let out a disapproving growl.

He was so hungry that his stomach was practically sticking to his back.

He brought a plastic basin, lined up, and received a large spoonful of fish bone soup.

The soup was milky white, with large chunks of fish fillets and potatoes tumbling inside, and you could even see a few pieces of luncheon meat floating around.

"This food..."

Liu Bo was somewhat surprised.

This kind of rich, meaty soup would cost at least seven or eight points on the inner island, but it's free here?

Aside from the fact that it doesn't contain staple food and doesn't keep you full, it's practically charity!

He looked around and was pleasantly surprised to find a sign hanging in the window next to him: [Sweet Potato Vermicelli/1 point].

"Auntie, give me two servings! Oh no... one is fine!"

Liu Bo scanned a points code without hesitation.

Slurp!

A spoonful of translucent sweet potato noodles is scalded and slid into the fish soup, absorbing the broth and releasing an enticing aroma.

Liu Bo, holding his bowl, found a shady spot by the wall outside and squatted down.

Take a sip.

The scalding hot rice noodles slid down his throat and into his stomach, and the feeling of satisfaction almost made him forget that he was there to infiltrate the enemy.

"Damn it, these refugees live so comfortably, why...?"

As we were eating, a chorus of complaints came from the side.

Several women carrying bowls of soup walked over, plopped down on the steps, and looked resentful.

"I'm exhausted! My hands are all blistered!"

A woman with fairly pretty features stretched out her hand, looked at the small blister on her palm, and her eyes reddened.

"Why should we have to move stones? Isn't that men's work?"

An older woman nearby sighed, "Just bear with it. At least you have a hot meal! If you were still on the South Island, you'd probably starve to death!"

"Hmph! I refuse to accept this!"

The young woman slammed her bowl on the ground. "I'm so beautiful! Before, every man lined up to give me gifts. Now they want me to do manual labor? That's not fair!"

Liu Bo's ears twitched.

The opportunity to cause trouble has arrived!

He quickly finished eating the rice noodles, wiped his mouth, and leaned over.

"Beautiful lady, you're absolutely right!"

Liu Bo exclaimed indignantly, "Those managers are utterly despicable! Making such a delicate beauty move stones? It breaks my heart to hear it!"

Hearing someone chime in, the woman became even more enthusiastic: "That's right! Look at my hands, they're all rough!"

Liu Bo's eyes darted around, and he lowered his voice to fan the flames.

"I just saw some men acting like royalty inside, while you guys work your butts off for such meager meals? This is sexism!"

"You all need to unite and protest! If you make a big fuss, those in charge will definitely give you easy tasks!"

These words instantly aroused the desires of several women.

They were already full of complaints, and now that men were chiming in, they naturally wanted to fight for more privileges.

"Yes! Why should men and women do the same work?"

"We girls are naturally delicate, so we should receive preferential treatment!"

"Let's go! Let's confront them! If they don't give us an explanation, we'll fight the epidemic!"

The older woman tried to stop her, saying, "Oh, stop it, we're lucky we have any food at all..."

"Shut up, you old lady!"

A woman with acne scars and overflowing testosterone shoved her, saying, "If you like seductive men, go do it yourself. Don't interfere with our rights!"

A group of women, swayed by Liu Bo's few words, rushed toward the canteen management office with their bowls in hand, shouting that they wanted to protect their rights.

Liu Bo hid behind, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Let them make a scene, the bigger the better.

As long as things get chaotic here, I can take the opportunity to investigate the details.

He put his hands behind his back, happily following along to watch the excitement.

however.

I had just arrived at the cafeteria entrance when the crowd hadn't yet gathered.

Suddenly, a rough, large hand reached out from behind and grabbed Liu Bo by the back of his collar.

"Huh? Who is it?"

Liu Bo turned his head and saw several burly law enforcement officers staring coldly at him.

Beside him, an older woman in charge of serving food pointed at his nose and said in a loud voice.

"That's him!!"

Spit sprayed all over Liu Bo's face. "I saw it clearly! This kid ate two bowls of noodles but only paid for one!"

Liu Bo's mind went blank for a moment.

"Huh? Two bowls for me?"

He looked at the empty bowl in his hand, then at the woman's confident gaze.

"Auntie, are you seeing things? I only ate one bowl! I'm still not full!"

"fart!"

The middle-aged woman, hands on her hips, declared defiantly, "I remember it perfectly! You secretly filled another bowl and slipped away when I wasn't looking! Everyone saw it!"

The refugees who had been watching the commotion nearby, though they hadn't seen anything, started making a fuss as soon as they saw the scene unfold.

"This kid looks shifty; we have to find out more about him!"

"He just arrived and already stealing food? Hit him!"

This group of people didn't give Liu Bo a chance to defend himself.

Two burly men pinned him to the ground and quickly tied him up with hemp rope.

Du Wei stepped out of the crowd, looked down at Liu Bo, and gave him a playful look.

"Tsk tsk, I had high hopes for you, but in the end..."

"On his very first day in the slums, he dared to dine and dash? And steal from the community property?"

"What do you take this place for? A charity?"

Liu Bo's face was pressed against the ground, his mouth was full of mud and sand, and he struggled and shouted desperately.

"Your Honor, I'm innocent! I really didn't eat two bowls! I only ate one bowl! I swear!"