June 6. Pinglu City, Beixing Nation.
This high-altitude western mountain city had been far from every earthquake's epicenter and had not suffered severe damage.
But it could not escape the global climate changes.
In the drizzling rain, large numbers of people hurried about outdoors, busy at work.
Transferring the capital Yong'an's government functions here required a great deal of work. The Academy's relocation and the transport of disaster-relief supplies were also being handled here.
After entering the city under an umbrella, Guan Tong saw volunteers nearby wearing red armbands and protective raincoats. They appeared to be Pinglu locals, responsible for guiding people arriving from elsewhere.
In the old information-age society, everyone could simply check notifications on their phones to know where to go. But with the network unable to be restored anytime soon, people could only return to the oldest method of directions: human guides.
Guan Tong also noticed a great many foreigners continuously entering the city. He did not know whether they had taken advantage of the UHC's open policies to come to North Star before the earthquake disaster.
Just then, a young woman wearing an armband approached Guan Tong and greeted him.
"Hello, do you need any help?"
Perhaps because Guan Tong had been looking around ever since entering the city, clearly a newcomer from elsewhere, the volunteer had come over to ask.
"Hello, may I ask where people from out of town are supposed to stay?" Guan Tong asked.
Since he had promised Shi Jingyi that he would be her teaching assistant and teach in her place for several months, he naturally would not break his word.
The Academy had moved to Pinglu City along with the other government departments, and he had naturally come here as well.
As for his Page Shelter, he had indeed placed