Nightfall.
Ha Khanh, Chu Duong, and their group were gathered around a table, eating hot pot and drinking.
"Ha gia, do you intend for everyone to stay here? What about the Lucky Star then?"
Chu Duong asked casually, but in reality, he felt a threat from Ha gia. He recalled how, when he was in a similar position, he had made sure to charm everyone, proactively chatting with them whether he knew them or not. Even now, he could approach anyone and strike up a few words of conversation.
And Ha Khanh was a successful entrepreneur, adept at building connections.
If this place were to select management personnel in the future, based on his understanding of Lam Pham, fairness would undoubtedly be ensured – much like a class election, everyone would vote, and those with the most votes would become part of the management.
Therefore, he felt a sense of danger.
Ha Khanh drank his wine, ate some food, put down his chopsticks, and said very seriously: "This place is where hope lies. The Lucky Star was just our temporary shelter. The future begins here, following Lam Pham's footsteps, advancing resolutely on the path of light and righteousness. Everyone present here thinks so too, right?"
"Yes, Ha gia is absolutely right, that's exactly what I think."
"Me too."
"Ha gia speaks so well."
Everyone around the table nodded, strongly agreeing with Ha Khanh's words.
Ha Khanh waved his hand and said: "Everyone, please don't call me Ha gia. Just Ha Khanh or Brother Ha is fine. We are all people striving for the future. I am older than you, so I can accept being called Brother Ha."
"Alright, Brother Ha."
"Back when I used to read local finance and economics news, I always enjoyed reading about Brother Ha. I felt I could learn a lot."
Facing everyone's flattery.
Ha Khanh modestly waved his hand, "Let's not talk about these things; they are all in the past. If it were peacetime and I had the chance to know everyone, I wouldn't say much else, but I would definitely lead everyone to prosperity. Don't listen to the rumors outside that I play both sides. In truth, I am also a farmer's child. I came to the big city with nothing, fought for many years, and achieved a little. If I didn't disguise myself to protect myself, I'm afraid I would have been devoured long ago."
"And those who say my charitable donations are for show – how would they know? I truly came from a life of poverty, so I understand how difficult poverty is. 'From the people, for the people.' If I can make money, I must give back to society."
After speaking, Ha Khanh sighed softly, a hint of sorrow on his face, as if lamenting the misunderstanding of others.
"Brother Ha spoke so well! I've always thought so. Brother Ha has no power or influence of his own; if he didn't build relationships with some big shots, how could he have managed? Even a commoner like me knows our country is a society of human connections. Without some connections, it's truly impossible."
"Brother Ha's situation is understandable."
"Brother Ha started from scratch; he's truly our role model."
Ha Khanh waved his hand, "What role model or not? Right now, Mr. Lam is the role model in my heart. Think about it, if it weren't for him, would we have the life we have now? He toils day in and day out, going out there to create a better environment for us. One must be grateful and content. We drink when we drink, but tomorrow, we must work diligently and not slack off or cut corners."
He spoke with earnest dedication.
"Yes, Brother Ha is absolutely right."
"Brother Ha is a man who has seen the world, he understands much more than we do. I feel like my horizons have broadened just by chatting with Brother Ha."
On the side, Chu Duong, holding his wine cup, watched the unfolding scene dumbfounded.
Impressive.
Truly impressive.
Damn it, I just said one sentence, and you managed to spin so much out of it.
And these guys around, are you for real? You can start flattering him just like that?
Ha Khanh saw Chu Duong's expression, smiled, raised his wine cup, and clinked it against his, then said to the others: "Come, let's all have a drink. Eat well, drink well. Tomorrow, we continue to strive to make the future even better. Come, a toast to the future!"
"To the future, cheers!"
"To the future, cheers!"
The group was invigorated by Brother Ha's few words, their faces full of excitement.
Ha Khanh said: "Little Chu, what are you waiting for? Cheers!"
Chu Duong blinked, a storm raging in his heart.
What a formidable opponent.
Did I inform Lam Pham of the choice back then just so Ha Khanh could come and compete with me like this?
The toast ended.
Chu Duong felt he needed to regain some ground, "Brother Ha is right. I've received Brother Lam's favor and was gifted a battle armor by him. In this regard, I must work even harder to make greater contributions to the Sunshine Shelter."
At the mention of battle armor, the eyes of the men present lit up.
Everyone loved battle armor.
Its appearance was truly cool, handsome beyond measure.
Ha Khanh slowly said: "Battle armor is the culmination of human technology, and it's enhanced with crystals bestowed by Mr. Lam. Honestly, everyone is working hard, contributing to the Sunshine Shelter. No one's contribution is in vain. Take Miss To Tieu Hieu, for example. She runs a bakery. While we work, she still bakes bread and brings it to us. Can we say she hasn't contributed?"
"And those children, even though they are studying in the classroom, can we say they haven't contributed? They are learning, accumulating knowledge for rebuilding our homes later, wouldn't you agree?"
"And everyone sitting here, although we may not have the ability to kill zombies, we have been ensuring stable logistics."
"There's no big or small contribution; everyone is doing what they can."
"Everyone is good, everyone is a hero in this apocalypse."
Hearing Brother Ha's words.
Everyone present couldn't help but straighten their backs, their eyes shining. Thinking about it carefully, it was true. Brother Ha's words made their blood boil with enthusiasm.
Chu Duong stared, glaring at Ha Khanh.
He has to compete with me on this too?
Room 704.
Lam Pham pricked up his ears and heard the conversation between Hang Ca and Duong Tue.
It wasn't that he wanted to listen, but he couldn't help but want to hear.
Everyone loves gossip.
No matter who it is, upon hearing someone mention gossip, they will quiet down to listen.
"Hang Ca, he's entangled in emotional troubles. Although he has refused, Duong Tue is still like this. Matters of the heart are truly complicated."
Lam Pham shook his head.
He decided not to listen anymore.
Many rebuilt families in the apocalypse. Even deep love, under the erosion of time, will eventually fade. Occasionally, one might think of it with a touch of sadness, but people must always move forward, wanting support and companionship.
It's not betrayal; it's just how emotions are.
He looked at the interface.
Close to eight million.
Among them were points from evolved zombies, but even more were from normal zombies.
A one-to-one exchange rate.
There were definitely over seven million normal zombies.
They already accounted for a large part of Hoang City's population.
How many zombies are left? Perhaps very few.
"Unknowingly, I've actually killed so many. If they were all living people, it would truly be a monstrous sin; this world wouldn't tolerate me. But these are all zombies; they have no reason, only knowing to bite and tear at the living."
Lam Pham muttered to himself.
Then, he lay on the bed, looked at the ceiling, thought of all sorts of beautiful things, and happily drifted off to dreamland.
Early morning.
Another beautiful day.
The air wasn't exactly fresh; the smell permeating it always made one feel uncomfortable.
He knew this was all due to the zombies.
It would be much better once they were all cleared out.
"Lam Pham."
Little Captain Loi ran over.
"Captain Loi, good morning." Lam Pham greeted with a smile.
Life is like that.
Captain Loi also smiled in greeting, then said: "The satellite phones are all ready and can be sent up at any time. Among them are one set of satellite phones, one copy of the 'Zombie Illustrated Guide,' and some simple supplies. What do you think of these?"
"Captain Loi, it's fine to leave these to you."