"Today is February 11, the first Lunar New Year's Eve since the zombie virus outbreak brought on the apocalypse. The Home No. 1 Base Little Shen established is full of festive cheer, and it makes me feel comfortable. The last time I celebrated the Spring Festival was before I went abroad to study. Dad, Mom, your daughter misses you a little."
Shang Qian closed the little black notebook she used specifically to record her impressions of everyday life.
She looked up and out the window. The survivors who had yet to move out were enjoying themselves in Home No. 1's inner city.
"This... must be one of the few bases in the apocalypse with a healthy sense of order. Compared with the Government's bases, this place has more human warmth."
Yesterday, Shang Qian had found a ten-person financial team in the survivors' area. Their leader was a middle-aged woman who used to work at the central bank.
From her first glance at her, Shang Qian could read the stories in the woman's eyes. Perhaps she had encountered too much, or experienced too much since the apocalypse; she seemed exceptionally composed.
She had not asked about the salary and had readily accepted the job.
Shang Qian liked talking to smart people. Not asking about the salary was the smartest approach of all. This woman knew that the highest salary she could receive was... the trust of Home No. 1's leaders.
In this apocalypse, where individual might stood out, the trust of the powerful was far better than food, shelter, clothing, and the like.
Her name was Li Wen, and Shang Qian called her Sister Wen.
Knock, knock, knock~
Shen Jin knocked a few times, then walked straight into Shang Qian's office with a smug smile on his face.
Shang Qian had