Travel through famine years and awaken a post-apocalyptic survival system.

Open the resource chest.

[Ding, you have obtained the following supplies: Lighter*1, Flashlight*1, Bread*5, Bottled Water*5]

Zhao Qingsong looked at the reward and pursed his lips.

It's not that great!

The lighter is quite practical, and the flashlight is also good.

Take out the lighter; it's just a regular windproof plastic lighter.

The flashlight is an LED flashlight.

"It's alright!"

Pack your things and continue your journey.

He saw a few red dots along the way, but didn't go any further, so as not to be late for work.

……

Around eight o'clock, Zhao Qingsong arrived at his home.

It was already daylight by then.

He took the key, opened the gate, and went inside.

"Sigh, it seems I'll be living here from now on!"

After placing his belongings on the heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove), Zhao Qingsong sighed, guessing he would be staying there for a long time.

Suppress the urge to use the shelter.

After all, the house doesn't belong to him yet.

After get off work in the evening, I'll come home, clean up a bit, buy a kang mat and some furniture, and that should be about it. The rest can be acquired gradually.

I stretched and decided to go report.

……

At the foot of the mountain

The main gate of the steel plant.

A dark blue crowd surged in from all directions—workers on bicycles rang their bells, the aluminum lunchboxes hanging on the handlebars clinking gently with each bump; pedestrians, wrapped in cotton-padded coats and carrying net bags, could vaguely see the outlines of cornbread in the enamel mugs inside.

Zhao Qingsong, who was mingling in the crowd, was secretly astonished when he saw this scene.

Before, when I came here, it wasn't rush hour, so there weren't many people. Now, it's packed with people.

Following the crowd, we walked into the steel plant.

Security Department of the Steel Plant.

There is a large courtyard in front of the gate, but no one is guarding it.

Zhao Qingsong approached the courtyard, looked up, and went straight inside.

This is a two-story red brick bungalow with about ten rooms. We found the office directly.

I peeked inside and saw three people.

One of them was Gao Dazhi.

"Brother Gao!"

He called out with a chuckle.

Gao Dazhi was talking to someone when he heard this, so he turned around and smiled, "You're here! Come in!"

Seeing this, Zhao Qingsong went inside.

Seeing him come in, someone next to him asked with a smile, "Dazhi, is he a relative of yours?"

"No, he's new here, Lao Liu. The section chief was talking about him this morning."

After Gao Dazhi finished speaking, he smiled at Zhao Qingsong and said, "This is Lao Liu. Just look for him when you register. He'll be in charge of registering you."

Old Liu, smoking a cigarette, looked up and chuckled, "It's you! Did you bring the documents?"

"Huh, what information?"

"The personnel department's documents! You haven't gone there yet, go there first."

"Oh, you haven't gone yet!"

Zhao Qingsong realized that although it was confirmed that he would come to the security department, it was all communicated by phone.

"Go get the documents first."

"Okay, sure!"

Zhao Qingsong agreed and left the security department. He then went back to the personnel and labor department to retrieve the necessary documents.

Come back.

He handed over the documents to him and offered a round of cigarettes to the group.

Old Liu didn't stand on ceremony. He took the cigarette and the documents and laughed, "From now on, we're all in the same boat, so don't be so polite. I'll write you a slip later so you can go to the logistics department and pick up your work clothes, a set of winter clothes."

"Okay, sure!"

"By the way, where do you live?"

I live outside.

"Okay, I'll arrange your household registration in a bit. I'll give you your grain ration book and non-staple food certificate this afternoon. You'll have a collective household registration. But when you have time, you should still go to the street office where you live to register. Of course, the neighborhood committee is fine too."

"Okay, sure!"

Zhao Qingsong listened politely to the local officials' explanation, but he didn't understand anything these past few days.

After finishing his work, he took the slip of paper, inquired his way to the logistics warehouse, and picked up a set of winter clothes. Unlike the workers' blue uniforms, this thing was more like a sapphire blue.

The uniform of the security department.

The winter clothing is made of fairly thick material, but it cannot be worn directly. It is usually worn over a cotton-padded coat, like a cover-up.

When he returned to the department, Lao Liu looked him over.

He laughed and said, "Great! You look much more energetic in your new clothes!"

Zhao Qingsong also looked himself over, put on his work clothes, and hid his tattered cotton-padded coat inside, so it was naturally not visible.

It's a bit bulky.

At the same time, he also received a brand new, old-fashioned velvet hat, which he used when on patrol.

It's definitely different now.

He smiled and offered the group another round of cigarettes, then asked with a laugh, "Brother Liu, what's the situation with our security department right now? How many people are there? And what am I doing here?"

The newcomer still has the awareness that a newcomer should have.

Old Liu is also an old man here.

Upon hearing this, he smiled and said, "Our security section has a total of 13 people. The section chief is Sun Guodong, an old revolutionary. The deputy section chief is busy, so there are 11 people left: two armed officers and nine security officers. You are also a security officer."

"Oh! Our security department has so few people!"

The steel plant, along with its several branch factories, reportedly employs over 100,000 people, and with their families, the total number is around 200,000.

This is a huge number.

I didn't expect there to be so few people.

"That's not a small amount! It's not too small! Many things that each department can handle themselves are handled by themselves. You come from the countryside; are there many police officers in your commune? Not many, right?"

Gao Dazhi said with a chuckle as he smoked a cigarette.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingsong pondered for a moment and nodded slightly: "It seems so. Our commune only has one special commissioner."

Most communes, or townships, did not have police stations.

Generally, there are personnel from the county's police station stationed in the commune. These people are called public security special commissioners, or simply special commissioners.

A commune with tens of thousands of people might only have one or two special commissioners.

Based on the population ratio, the security department of the steel plant actually has quite a few people.

"Right! There are quite a few people, but there's definitely a lot of work to do."

Old Liu smiled and then said, "The safety department is responsible for production and equipment safety in the factory. We're mainly responsible for security. Since you're new here, familiarize yourself with the work first, and then we'll see how the department head arranges things..."

Zhao Qingsong understood.

The main task of the security department now is to handle security incidents, such as fights, theft of factory materials, and patrol important locations, especially confidential departments.

Lost in thought, someone called from outside.

"Old Liu, the section chief is back, and we're having a meeting."

"Hey, here I am."

Old Liu agreed and stood up, and Gao Dazhi and the others naturally followed suit.

Gao Dazhi put on his hat and smiled at Zhao Qingsong, "Let's go, let's go to the meeting."

"good!"

Zhao Qingsong naturally agreed and followed behind.

……

There was no meeting room, just a simple small office with a few simple desks placed on either side.

At this moment, seven or eight people were gathered in the room.

They weren't sitting upright; they were scattered around, quite casually.

Zhao Qingsong glanced around and analyzed the scene.

There were only two people sitting there.

A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties sat in the center, smoking a cigarette. His face was covered in scars, and his left ear was missing.

It was clearly Sun Guodong, the head of the security department.

The man sitting next to him, also smoking, was probably in his mid-thirties and was clearly the deputy section chief.

Sun Guodong, smoking a cigarette, glanced around and asked, "Where's Hu Zi?"

"Tiger went to the primary rolling mill to work the night shift last night, and took his brothers back to sleep this morning."

It was Old Liu who spoke.

"Did you catch them?"

"No, it was frozen all night, and we didn't find a single thing. We ran into a few people who had nothing in their hands, so we let them go."

Upon hearing this, Sun Guodong complained, "It's completely useless."

After that, I didn't pay any more attention to it.

His gaze fell on the unfamiliar face in the office: "You're new here! Zhao something-or-other."

"Section Chief, Zhao Qingsong!"

He answered politely.

"Damn it, what's Old Yao doing? He can't even send a decent person over. With your build, I'm afraid you'll collapse after a couple of steps."

Sun Guodong muttered something to himself.

Turn around and start the meeting.

Zhao Qingsong felt awkward; this meant they didn't think highly of him!

It's not surprising, though. He wasn't very tall, but he was close to 1.8 meters. He had been so thin from hunger that he looked like a stick that could be blown over by the wind.

It seems we still need to get these people to take this seriously!

He wasn't prepared to drift aimlessly through his entire life in the security department.

But don't rush, there will be plenty of opportunities.

Sudden.

Zhao Qingsong's eyes lit up when he heard what Sun Guodong was about to say.

And here comes the opportunity!