Rotting Land: Survive

After the discussion was over, everyone hastily ate lunch and then commenced the tense bustle.

They split into four groups:

First, let's talk about Group One, which primarily consisted of survivors with better physical strength, such as Hu Xiaodong, Dazhuang, Wu Chao, Wang Qiang, etc. Their main task was to create tools and weapons needed for the operation.

As for the group leader, surprisingly, the position was given to Wang Qiang. This made Wang Qiang quite proud as the new leader.

Group Two was led by Wei Yang. Considering the risks and expertise required for their task, Wei Yang did not request additional team members.

She first tallied the specific gains from this action, especially regarding the medicines. Although far from expectations, in a post-apocalyptic world, even the most ordinary cold medicine is undoubtedly quite precious.

Taking out the medicines one by one, Wei Yang handled them with exceptional care, as if they were rare treasures of the world, easily breakable with the slightest mishandling.

She diligently noted down the types of each medicine and then categorized them neatly. After completing this, she took out 2 bottles of saline solution and 3 packets of granules.

Next, naturally, she had to quickly administer appropriate treatment to the group of patients in the isolation room on the ground floor.

Finished with Group Two, let's look at Group Three, led by Zhao Yunhai with Acheng assisting. They were mainly preparing for the grand meal of the celebration.

However, due to the limitations of food ingredients and supplies, this grand meal was destined not to compare with traditional feasts full of fish and meat.

Zhao Yunhai carefully reviewed the materials he currently had at his disposal. The best items he could use were only a few remaining cans of fish and meat. He didn't even have basic oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar, which really gave Zhao Yunhai, as the chef, quite a headache.

Lastly, there was the fourth group led by Tang Xiaoquan. Their task was relatively simple and could be summarized in four words: setting up the venue.

Yes, according to Tang Xiaoquan's idea, since there was to be a celebration, it should be done with flair and style.

He knew, though, that no matter how the factory was decorated, it wouldn't become spectacular. But using the available resources to make it festive was still achievable.

The four groups busily went about their tasks, which piqued the curiosity of the factory workers. They opened their eyes wide, while some bolder ones tried to ask questions to figure out what was happening.

But the unanimous answer they received was: "Hehe!"

Indeed, this was also part of Tang Xiaoquan's strategy to create an atmosphere. A psychology enthusiast, he knew very well the process of human psychological change. Therefore, he deliberately instructed his team to act a bit "mysterious," thus gradually enlarging the workers' curiosity until it peaked when the celebration started.

Time passed quickly amid the busy activities of everyone, and when all the preparations for the celebration were in place, the sky outside the factory had turned pitch black.

The moonlight was bright and clear, and perhaps the heavens had recognized the survivors' plan for tonight, stirring a rare light breeze in the air.

All the windows were opened, and the fresh air invigorated the mind and heart.

The workers were still clueless as usual. They were arranged to sit in front of a "luxurious dining table" made of fabric and cardboard boxes. Facing them head-on, Lin Junfu was stepping onto a simple podium with steady strides.

Once on the stage, Lin Junfu instinctively cleared his throat and then spoke loudly: "I imagine everyone is quite curious about what we've been doing all afternoon?"

"Hehe, actually, it's quite simple. The main purpose of these arrangements is threefold. First, to welcome these new friends who have joined us!"

After saying this, Lin Junfu clapped his hands lightly a few times, only to find to his embarrassment that the audience's response was not as enthusiastic as he had anticipated.

With no other choice, he uttered a couple of awkward laughs and continued, "Hehe, it seems everyone is still not very familiar with each other. So, let us invite the new friends up to say a few words."

Shifting his gaze to the audience below, Lin Junfu gestured for Hu Xiaodong and others to come up and speak.

Clearly, this move had not been discussed with everyone in advance.

And as you know, most people are quite fearful of speaking on stage, including even the thick-skinned Wang Qiang.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became somewhat awkward. The survivors exchanged glances, avoiding Lin Junfu's gaze.

This was not a good sign. Tang Xiaoquan scratched his head thoughtfully. Suddenly, he seemed to recall something and discreetly nudged Zhao Yunhai's arm, lowering his voice: "Uncle Zhao, you're more experienced in this. I think you should go up and speak as the representative!"

Pausing for a moment, Zhao Yunhai gently stubbed out the cigarette in his hand. He had originally intended to leave the opportunity to the younger ones, as it didn't seem appropriate for him, an older fellow, to take the stage at this celebration.

But given the current situation...

"Alright! I'll do it then!"

It's undeniable that Zhao Yunhai, as a university professor, had an impressive demeanor. As he stepped onto the podium, you could clearly sense a transformation in his presence.

It was a kind of change that is hard to describe with words and likely only possessed by someone who has been immersed in a certain profession for a long time.

"Ahem!" He habitually cleared his throat lightly, and his face showed a highly infectious smile. He first scanned the audience below before speaking in a slightly emotional tone, "My surname is Zhao, Zhao Yunhai. Everyone can call me Old Zhao, and I..."

In this manner, he concisely introduced himself and his team's experiences to the factory workers. During this time, Tang Xiaoquan deliberately observed the surrounding workers' reactions. The result? As he had expected, there wasn't much difference from what he had envisioned; most had indifferent expressions.

Clearly, the workers didn't care much about the presence of their group. Perhaps they were even inwardly resenting their consumption of the workers' food supplies.

Seeing Zhao Yunhai finishing his speech, Lin Junfu quickly took the opportunity to transition appropriately: "Hehe, thanks to Old Zhao's introduction. Now let's proceed directly to the second part of the celebration."

Suddenly raising his hands, Lin Junfu struck twice in the air before mysteriously calling out towards the back, "Miss Wei, you may start!"

Once his words fell, Wei Yang's graceful figure slowly emerged from behind the curtains, followed closely by Aunt Wang and Acheng.

As these three entered, the previously expressionless, lifeless factory workers suddenly became agitated. They seemed to realize something, and a difficult-to-contain joy gradually spread across their weary faces.