I don't have a system but I have a hammer

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North China Hope No. 8 Construction Zone…

The seventh camp of Wanmin is similar in size to an ordinary town before post-disaster reconstruction, but its population density is more than ten times greater than that of ordinary towns in the past. It has a population of 20, and the floating population has reached nearly . Five hundred thousand, so that several main streets have remained crowded and congested with traffic since the establishment of the camp...

This also allowed the residents who were officially assigned to the camp to start a tourist business selling pulp and wine. They were very busy every morning, and even counted money with grins at night. In just half a year, their pockets were bulging. …

Yes, if you just look at the prosperity and flow of people, it is indeed much more prosperous than the other dozen or so camps. Many people from other places are more willing to come here to play. It is not because there are many vendors and snacks here, nor is it because here How special the scenery and landforms are, but because...

"Come on, come on, everyone, go this way..."

Looking at the crowded flow of people in front and the large number of tourists strolling towards the entrance of the camp in the distance, the curly-haired man who was directing traffic at the street corner felt tired, but he still kept a smile on his face. After all, this place has been recently. It is so prosperous thanks to his hard work, so even if there are so many tourists that there is no place to stand, he still remains excited. While wiping the sweat on his head, he takes the trouble to shout with the trumpet...

"The sun sets in two hours. Friends who haven't entered the seventh camp yet, hurry up and hurry up. If you are late, you may not even have a place to stay..."

"However, when you are on your way, you still need to pay more attention to safety. If there is a congestion, be more patient with the people in front. It is convenient for others to be convenient for yourself..."

“In addition, I would like to remind everyone that the opening hours of the memorial hall are from 7:30 in the morning to 8:30 in the evening, so if you miss the time period, you will have to wait until the museum opens the next day. Remember to pay attention to the time! at last…"

Looking at the large number of people below who were slowly pouring into the streets of the camp, standing on the street tower, he coughed twice with a loudspeaker, and his tone could not help but be a little serious...

“Buying tickets in advance is more polite than climbing over the wall!”

After a few words, the crowd below did not react much. At most, they looked up twice and continued on their way, because the curly-haired guy would shout this from the street tower with a loudspeaker almost every few minutes. A few paragraphs, so whether you are an old customer or a new customer, you are used to it...

Of course, in fact, these words can be broadcast back and forth in the form of electronic voice, but only those who know the curly-haired guy know why he does it personally and is so diligent. It is not just because of this camp, brick by brick. Built with my own hands, and more importantly...

He hopes that everyone who comes here knows that he is dedicating himself to the memorial hall all the time, just like the guy who tried to save six hundred children at all costs when they were in danger...

Putting down the speaker, the curly-haired man looked up in the direction of the memorial hall. While wiping the sweat from his forehead, he picked up a thermos cup to moisten his throat. He stared at it for a while. Seeing that the time was almost up, he was about to go back to the control room to take a rest. Who knew that just now When I turned around, there was a young man with red spots on his face climbing up the street tower, holding a box lunch in his hand...

"Auntie said, let me take your place..."

"Oh, isn't she coming?"

While speaking, the curly-haired man had already handed the trumpet and telescope to the red-spotted boy. He also took the lunch box and shook it. When he realized that the portion was quite heavy, he couldn't help but grin...

"An extra meal today?"

"Yes, aunt said..."

The red-spotted boy and the curly-haired guy changed positions, holding the telescope and adjusting the parameters they were used to...

"The tourists this time are more well-behaved than last time. It's all thanks to you shouting like this every day, so let me give you an extra dish today to nourish your throat. Oh, by the way, she's afraid that you'll work hard and won't pay attention when you get back." I said I would give you hot wine..."

"Um... doesn't she know that drinking can hurt your throat?"

Although he said so, the happy smile on the curly-haired old face could not be suppressed. He patted the red-spotted boy on the shoulder and said, "Okay, I'll leave first." Then he happily hugged the box lunch and followed it. The ladder climbed down the street tower…

Because there were too many people on the road, the curly-haired old man did not choose the main road. Instead, after saying hello to a few familiar vendors, he entered an alley not visited by many people from the back door of one of their stores...

But on the way home, he opened his lunch box and ate the hot meal while enjoying the setting sun. He was thinking about the drink he would have on his way home. Not to mention how comfortable he looked...

However, just when he was about to finish his lunch, a hooded man in front of him lowered his head and passed by around the corner. He was stunned on the spot. He even wiped his eyes in disbelief and muttered blankly. murmured something...

"No way?"

Seeing that the man with the hat was about to disappear at the intersection, the curly-haired old man didn't care about the last bite of rice in his hand. He threw away the lunch and rushed forward to find out. Unfortunately, the former seemed to have noticed his thoughts, and his figure suddenly He accelerated and disappeared in the corner of the alley in the blink of an eye. He looked annoyed...

But soon, the curly-haired guy came to his senses and hurriedly turned back and ran towards the control room. He also picked up the lunch box on the ground. His eyes flashed with undisguised anticipation, because he had a vague feeling...

That man is back!

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The situation in the seventh camp is quite bad, at least that’s what I think. I don’t know why Erha would recommend me to come here, because this place is just like the tourist attractions during the National Day. It’s so crowded that even a Gouba can’t fit in. …

This is why as soon as I entered the seventh camp, I immediately ran to the public toilet, turned on the dynamic camouflage, and then flew into the sky in an invisible state, finding a relatively empty street so that I could understand the situation in the seventh camp. , you can also do stretching exercises with confidence and boldness...

Of course, while moving my body, I was not wandering around aimlessly. Instead, I walked towards the memorial hall based on the announcement on the loudspeaker and the chat I just heard from the tourists. coming…

It shouldn’t be anything to take a look, right?