"Why give it to him? He's been sitting there doing nothing."
"He's an Old Man. We should take care of him first," the streamer said instinctively.
He had wanted to show off his high moral standards and win over more people.
But he had forgotten what kind of environment they were in.
"Fuck, what kind of place is this? This isn't a welfare society!"
"You want to take extra care of people with no labor capacity? You're such a saint!"
"No, he's a Saint Mother Biao. A saint gives her own things to others, not other people's things."
With one wrong sentence from the streamer, the entire group immediately fell apart...
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving. What a trash streamer."
"You don't even know how to organize people."
"This is complete bullshit."
"I'm leaving. I'm leaving."
A third of them had already left while they were looking for water.
Now, by dinnertime, more than half of those remaining had left as well.
In the end, only a few Old Men who could barely walk, three or four Ordinary People, and the lobby manager who had clashed with the four earlier remained beside the streamer.
It wasn't that they didn't want to leave. They simply felt that there were too many people over there, so they might as well stay with the streamer.
At least the streamer had found quite a bit of food.
Looking at those who had left, the streamer felt like crying but had no tears.
His face was full of grievance.
"I was clearly doing this for everyone's good. If you follow the Experienced Ones, you'll definitely be treated as cannon fodder."
But at that moment, someone turned back and said:
"Even cannon fodder has a chance to survive."
"Your organization is terrible. Look at how much food