My Post-Apocalyptic Territory

Squeezing into the crowd, Zhao Xingping finally saw the contents of the notice.

[Announcement Regarding the Latest Arrangements for Survivors in Shelter]

"Given the increasing number of survivors in the shelters, the following updated arrangements have been made."

"The shelter divides survivors into permanent residents and temporary residents. Permanent residents include, but are not limited to, municipal workers, patrol teams, and ordinary workers. Permanent residents are required to comply with the shelter's work arrangements and enjoy higher welfare benefits, such as housing and access to medication."

"Among them, Awakened individuals, those with combat skills or firearms experience, can apply to join the patrol team. The patrol team offers better benefits... but they must also fulfill their obligations..."

"Those with management experience can apply and, after passing the interview, become municipal staff members, with a salary as follows..."

"The shelter does not restrict migrant workers, but similarly, migrant workers do not enjoy any benefits. If migrant workers want to obtain supplies, they can spend Source Crystals to purchase them from the shelter, or they can exchange for corresponding supplies by completing tasks regularly issued by the shelter..."

After reading the notice, Zhao Xingping seemed to be deep in thought, and slowly walked out of the crowd.

There were quite a few people around talking about it.

Some survivors looked worried, asking, "The shelter no longer provides enough food; does this mean we won't have enough to eat in the future?"

"Probably not." The companion who answered hesitated. "Didn't they say that the benefits would be better if we became permanent residents of the shelter? We're definitely going to become permanent residents."

"That's true, but how much of a benefit is actually in place? With the communal meals canceled and no one being able to eat their fill, I still have a lot of doubts."

Zhao Xingping stepped forward and greeted the two of them.

They were all people working at the shelter, and even if they weren't familiar with each other, they knew each other.

Zhao Xingping disagreed with the two men's views, saying, "The shelter said that food would be provided according to performance. But if you simply calculate it based on the amount of work we did before, you will find that we will receive more food than before."

"Not only that, I saw on the document that as long as we work hard, we will not only be able to eat our fill, but we will also be able to eat better. There will be more types of food, and even tobacco and alcohol will be provided to us. This is something that didn't happen before. It's very exciting to think about."

The other two nodded after thinking about it carefully.

From this perspective, the reform of shelters is still beneficial to them.

"However, the higher-ups said we have to follow the work arrangements. I hope the shelter won't use us as cannon fodder, like bait to lure mutated beasts or something."

At this point, the survivor seemed to recall some unbearable past events and couldn't help but shudder.

Zhao Xingping laughed and said, "Take it easy. Life is like a movie. If the shelter wanted to force us to be cannon fodder, they could have done it already. We can't resist anyway, so why go through all this complicated procedures? In my opinion, this system reform is just because there are too many people in the shelters, and they can't be as casual as before."

They hadn't been at the shelter for long, but how the shelter treated the survivors was obvious to everyone.

Zhao Xingping continued, "Moreover, look at what the notice says. After becoming permanent residents, we also enjoy medication coverage! Medication! If we survivors get sick, the shelter is actually willing to provide us with medication!"

His voice trembled slightly.

In the apocalypse, many survivors were not killed by mutated beasts, nor did they die of hunger. Instead, they fell ill in harsh environments and did not receive timely and effective treatment. Minor illnesses slowly developed into major ones, and they died in agony and agony.

Anyone can understand the preciousness of medicine!

It is far more precious than food!

Fights, sometimes even resulting in death, over a small bottle of medicine are not uncommon in the wilderness.

Zhao Xingping had never heard of a shelter that could provide drug treatment for sick survivors.

He found it incredible, and also...lucky.

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In the villa area, in front of the castle garden.

"Chief, everything else is fine, but will anyone actually join this patrol team?"

The patrol team has the highest benefits, but also the strictest requirements.

Most shelters have similar defense forces, but the requirements are not so strict. They generally patrol and supervise internally and help defend against attacks from external demonic beasts.

However, on the notice...

For example, as Director Tang requested, there are requirements such as regularly participating in hunting activities against mutated beasts, completing a certain amount of training each week, and undergoing assessments periodically, with those who fail to meet the standards being dismissed...

Chen Haiping thought this must be a joke.

Fighting against mutated beasts is extremely dangerous. If there were no other way out, some survivors might choose to join. But now that the shelter is safe and well-fed as long as you don't slack off, Chen Haiping is skeptical about how many people will choose to join the patrol team.

The current patrol team consists of only four people at most.

The patrol team consisted of Captain Luo Zhe, himself, and two ordinary people whose marksmanship was barely passable. Most of the time, only Captain Luo Zhe went out to search for supplies and hunt mutated beasts, though he would occasionally join them on the hunt.

Chen Haiping felt that the most suitable people to join the patrol team were the Awakened. These people had the ability to fight back when they encountered demonized beasts outside. Unfortunately, these Awakened people had once mastered power, but they became very arrogant. They were not related to the shelter, so why would they risk their lives for you?

The sanctuary during Wang Tai's era boasted a peak strength of seventy or eighty Awakened Ones, but less than half of them truly obeyed Wang Tai's orders...

Chen Haiping has observed these past few days that, apart from a very small number of those with good personalities or those who have successfully awakened with the help of the shelter, the rest are likely to be parasites hindering the development of the shelter.

In this situation, Director Tang also required a certain amount of training to be completed, with regular assessments, and those who failed to meet the standards were dismissed...

Chen Haiping thought he must be crazy.

"Old Chen, don't disbelieve me. To put it simply, there are at least a handful of them. That's one small team. Naturally, there will be a second, a third... and many more. That's how the patrol team grows in size."

"But even Awakened Ones can choose to do manual labor. With their physical strength, they can easily earn enough money. For most people who don't work for free, why would they join the patrol team?"

Luo Zhe, standing nearby, roared angrily, "These people are like cowards! What's the use of keeping them around!"

Is it useful?

Tang Yu would say, of course they are useful. These people have been raised for so long, aren't they meant to serve as role models?

The pig is fat enough to be slaughtered.

Without comparison, how can the power of a shelter be demonstrated?

Tang Yu stopped Luo Zhe and looked at Chen Haiping, "The patrol team is a tough job. It's only because there are few people now that it's easy to join. It will be harder later... You have to understand that whether it's regularly organizing hunting trips or completing sufficient training, these are benefits that only the patrol team can enjoy."

"Welfare??"

Chen Haiping was immediately dumbfounded.

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Wishing all my classmates a Happy Chinese New Year 2018, good health, and all the best... (8,888 words of blessings omitted ←_←)