In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

The others naturally heard the threat hidden in Song Jinhe's words, but what she said was indeed true. Tianyue Apartment was no longer as safe as before.

"Don't let us interfere with your actions? What do you want to do next?"

Li Shunhe, the director of the medical district, immediately grasped the key point of Song Jinhe's words. His tiny eyes were filled with exploration and calculation.

Song Jinhe raised his eyebrows and said, "No comment. It's your choice whether you want to move in or not."

She sat there and looked at the watch on her wrist: "I'll give you five more minutes to think. I'm going to go on patrol later. I'm sorry I can't chat with you anymore."

Zhao Minjie tugged on Tang Yongcun's sleeves anxiously, and lowered his voice in his ear: "Can't you live there? I want to live there.

This Song Jinhe is full of ideas. She can do whatever she likes. I will move in with my wife and children. As long as it is safe, I don’t want to worry about anything else. "

Tang Yongcun pondered for a moment and then nodded: "I agree, I will move in. I will not interfere in any of Captain Song's actions. If my help is needed, I will do my best to support him."

Song Jinhe smiled with satisfaction and glanced at the others: "What about the other captains? What do you think?"

Zhao Minjie patted the table: "I agree anyway, I will bring my wife and daughter to move in later."

Seeing that two people had expressed their opinions, the remaining three people in charge looked at each other and finally agreed. So far, most of Song Jinhe's plan was completed.

"No problem. Then you can go and move on your own. I'll go and get started first."

Song Jinhe put the thermos cup into the space and left with Cheng Qianhuai and Shi Shiran.

"what are you planning to do?"

After leaving the brick house, Cheng Qianhuai spoke curiously.

Song Jinhe smiled brightly: "Of course I do good people and good deeds. If I want the survivors to jointly elect me as the district chief, I must show my own attitude and let these people recognize my abilities."

Cheng Qianhuai nodded thoughtfully. As long as Song Jinhe could solve the frequent riots in the safe zone, he would be able to win the trust of all survivors.

"Let's go to the broadcasting studio."

The two walked into the fog, struggled to identify the direction, and followed the blood-stained road signs to the familiar studio.

There was no one inside. The blood that Qian Chengfeng vomited had been cleaned up. It had not been used for more than a month until now, and the instruments were covered with dust.

Cheng Qianhuai helped Song Jinhe clean the dust on the seats and various buttons, and then walked away after tidying everything up.

Song Jinhe sat on his seat and gently fed into the microphone twice.

"Hello everyone in the safe zone, I am Song Jinhe, the person in charge of the planting area.

Nowadays, supplies are hard to find and survivors are living in dire straits. I feel deeply sad about this and am willing to do my best to help you overcome this difficulty.

A system of exchanging contribution points for supplies is now launched. Each resident’s initial contribution points are 10. You can use your contribution points to register and redeem supplies in front of the planting area.

Contribution points can be obtained by subduing mobs. Every time a mob is successfully arrested and brought to me, and the crime of the mob is confirmed, 5 contribution points can be obtained.

1 contribution point can be exchanged for 2 kilograms of grain. I hope everyone can unite to jointly solve the hidden dangers in the safety zone. "

She recorded this statement and played it on a loop, and everyone in the safe zone heard what she said about the contribution point system.

The situation reversed in an instant. The oppressed survivors began to arrest the mob in an organized manner, and then escorted the people to the gate of the planting area to exchange for contribution points.

For a time, a large number of survivors gathered in the planting area. They all stood in front of the door with some restraint and looked in, still somewhat suspicious in their hearts.

Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai had just rushed back from the studio at this time, but they didn't expect these people to move so fast.

"Everyone should line up consciously. Everyone can get what they want. Don't jump in line or squeeze!"

Song Jinhe hurriedly stepped forward and arranged the neatly arranged small tables, and then found a few fast-moving workers from the planting area to help.

She took out a pile of blank cards from the space and handed them to the residents. His personal information and remaining contribution points would appear on the cards.

Everyone has their own corresponding card, which is almost the same as the ID card before the end of the world, but it seems more high-tech.

This is the identity card that Song Jinhe made a wish for. It can better count the total number of people in the safe zone and the contribution points in their hands. There will be no cases of claiming it on behalf of others or pretending to claim it.

The information of all people who receive the card will be displayed uniformly on a tablet in Song Jinhe's hand, which can also help her better manage the safe zone.

She divided the places for exchanging supplies into 10 places, which can greatly improve the efficiency of exchange, and also allow the survivors in line to disperse as soon as possible after receiving the supplies, so that no terrible stampede will occur.

I worked like this all day, and it didn't end until 8 o'clock in the evening.

Because there were so many people queuing up, Song Jinhe had to add 20 more exchange locations, which barely relieved some of the pressure.

The survivors who came to exchange supplies looked at the trucks filled with food that appeared out of thin air, with no expression on their faces, not realizing that there was any problem.

However, after working hard all day, the results were outstanding. The mob was defeated by the survivors, the food problem was solved, and the safety zone immediately stabilized and regained its former vitality.

The name Song Jinhe is engraved in everyone's heart. These three words represent food and hope. Once mentioned, everyone's faces are full of admiration and gratitude.

Because their understanding of space was reasonable, they had never been surprised that Song Jinhe could bring out so many supplies, and they had no distracting thoughts except gratitude.

However, the atmosphere among several regional leaders who live in the vegetable sheds in the planting area is somewhat depressed.

They knew that the position of district chief was no longer available to them. Song Jinhe single-handedly turned things around and pulled the safety zone back from the edge of collapse. Now she is the hero of the entire safety zone.

Her achievements were naturally not comparable to those of the leaders who only knew how to hide. They shook their heads with a wry smile, and finally gave up their thoughts on competing for the director of the safe zone.

Sure enough, the thick fog had not yet dissipated, and the contribution point system had only existed for three days. Immediately, some survivors began to call on everyone, insisting that Song Jinhe become the new district chief of the Xiling Safety Zone.

Everyone has clear eyesight and knows exactly who saved them and who resolved the crisis in the safe zone.

In the past, the district chiefs and high-ranking officials of the safe zone were determined by powerful people, but Song Jinhe was the first to be forcibly promoted to the position by many survivors.

She deserves it.

Hiding in the brick house to relax, Song Jinhe took out a piece of chocolate hazelnut cake from the space to replenish his energy, while Cheng Qianhuai sat aside to help her guard the door.

"When do you plan to formally announce your appointment?"

He asked softly and took a piece of cake from her.