Buffer city.

snowstorm.

In the vast white area, two heavy trucks were driving along the main road.

On the truck, the co-pilot.

Liu Cunxi picked up the walkie-talkie and asked:

"Old Tai, where are you in now?"

Sizzy—

The voice of Laotai came from the walkie-talkie, "We are in the west area of ​​the buffer city, and the car parked on the main road, which should be easy to find."

The wind and snow are too strong, and the snow is like flowing catkins, fluttering.

You can see it dozens of meters away, but you can't see it clearly no matter how far you go.

This means that there are no buildings in the buffer city at present, otherwise with the obstruction of the building, the visible distance will be shorter.

Liu Bing, who was driving a heavy truck, asked, "Western District is right?"

"Yes, the West District, just drive along the main road." Liu Cunxi replied.

Liu Bing turned on the wiper on the front of the car and scraped off the snowflakes.

The area of ​​the buffer city is too large, and it is not easy to find tens of thousands of acres.

Boom boom boom boom!

Since all the construction personnel in the buffer city and snow removal personnel have retreated today, the roads in the buffer city have not been cleared for eight or nine hours.

During these eight hours, the ground was covered with a layer of snow that was more than ten centimeters thick.

The tires were crushed on the snow, and a layer of anti-slip chain was placed on the surface of the tire to prevent the tire from sliding.

Liu Bing lowered his head and leaned on the windshield to look at the road ahead.

The view in the blizzard is extremely poor.

.........

The other side.

The central location of the western section of the buffer city.

Laotai sat in the passenger seat, and after the vehicle was turned off, the cockpit was no longer heated.

He shivered in his seat and shivered.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

The car door was knocked.

Lao Tai pushed open the car door curiously and saw a man standing in the wind and snow, his head covered with snow.

"When will the rescue arrive? If it really doesn't work, we can walk back, right?" Old Zhao, who was standing outside the car door, asked tremblingly.

They had been parked here for more than ten minutes. The blizzard was too heavy. The snowflakes floated from outside to the carriage behind, so cold that they could not stand it.

Laotai closed the car door and then knocked down the window glass.

"You can't walk back. If you get off the car and leave, you will be dispersed later, and it will be even harder to find it. The gate of the trading market buffer city will be closed soon. It will take at least 40 minutes for you to walk back."

"And now the rescue convoy is on the way, you can wait."

Lao Zhao covered his hat, nodded at the old platform, grabbed the car body and walked back to the back of the car.

The wind and snow outside were too heavy, and he couldn't stand firmly even when he was hustle and whispered.

After finally climbing into the car, he was so cold that he quickly took off his hat and covered his ears with both hands.

There were frozen stripes on his ears, his fingers were rough and dry, and blood oozing out of the gaps.

"Old Zhao, what do you mean? When will the rescue team come?" Gong Huo asked.

Old Zhao replied in a muffled voice: "It's said it's coming soon."

Gong Huo cursed with some anger:

"Damn, I don't know how they drive the car, they can scrap the engine! Fuck it."

He continued with some regret:

"If I hadn't become a Level 4 member earlier, I would have quit doing it long ago."

"Then don't do it, leave more opportunities for brothers," Lao Zhao teased.

He knew that Gong Huo was actually not short of points. Gong Huo went to Sui County to build a batch of electronic products, and it was not soaked in water, so it could be used.

I've received a lot of points.

However, the transaction points are exchanged, not contribution points.

If you want to upgrade in the Oil City, you still have to contribute points.

In order to upgrade, Gong Huo ran out to do a mission in such a cold day.

After hearing Lao Zhao's teasing, Gong Huo glared at him, raised his head and saw Meng Zi opposite him.

It is said.

This Meng Zi was not a small person before, but was from the patrol brigade.

However, because of the benefits of the Speed ​​Party, the use of its power to embezzle and corrupt, seriously infringing on the official interests of the transaction market, and the impact among the survivors was extremely bad.

Even in the trading market, the store owner's points were deducted for no reason.

Later, the survivor wrote a letter to the city lord's email address. After being seen by the third uncle, he ordered rectification.

Nian was not killed because Meng Zi joined the Dazhangshu Base for many years and had made contributions, but he was transferred from level 3 to level 5.

Originally, he could no longer participate in such construction or duty tasks.

But in addition to the third-level personnel being removed, his points were also reduced to zero.

It's a natural disaster again, and he has no points. Those survivors of Level 4 and 5 also reject him. He did not give him a job opportunity because of his previous behavior of collecting benefits in the commercial area.

Almost starved to death.

Seeing that he was so pitiful, Zhang Rufeng pleaded for him and gave him a job, so he barely survived.

Gong Huo looked at Meng Zi, who was lowering his head opposite, and had been on duty and patrolling the wall side by side recently, and he became familiar with it after another trip.

He had heard of Meng Zi's previous story, but it felt different from what he had come into contact with.

Rubbing his hands and saying with a smile.

"Lao Meng, it's just boring. Tell us what benefits are available to third-level personnel? Needless to say, it's invisible."

Mengzi, who closed his eyes and hugged his shoulders with both hands, opened his eyes after hearing Gong Huo's words.

"There's nothing to say, it's all those things anyway."

He doesn't want to say it.

It can be said that falling from level 3 personnel to level 5 personnel is the difference from heaven to hell.

I won’t talk about the huge gap in status.

Just to tell the truth about the material difference, now he is like someone built a house in the countryside before the end of the world, and he went to work as a small worker. He holds 150 yuan a day and often has no work to do.

Not only did he work hard, he took one hundred and five a day, and after the house was built, he had nothing to do.

The third-level personnel are like small cadres at the bottom of the Tobacco Bureau before the end of the world. They make tea and read newspapers every day, and they can easily get tens of thousands of yuan a month, and they also have various benefits during the Chinese New Year and the holidays.

The social status is much higher.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He regretted more than once, why is he so stupid and greedy?

After having some power in my hand, I don’t know what my surname is.

In the past, even if the owner of the store was a team with hundreds of people, he would respectfully call him Brother Meng when he saw him.

Walking in the trading market commercial area, all the survivors looked respectfully at him.

He thought it was his own cowhide, but now he figured it out.

That's because the layer of skin he wears makes others feel that he is coquettish.

If he takes off that layer of skin, he will be nothing.

After being demoted to a level 5, he was treated with cold reception and ridicule.

It was like a rat crossing the street, wandering around.

He had thought about leaving the Oil City, but there was a relevant ban, and the trading market did not allow him to leave the Oil City.

Unless you die, the body can be carried out of the oil city.

It's been too difficult for him to survive in recent months.

Until one day, he almost starved to death, begged on his knees in the commercial area, begging others to give him food.
To be continued...