Under the guidance of Elizabeth, Lin Yi briefly visited the prototype campus of East Peak Branch Campus and expressed recognition of the venue and preliminary construction provided by English.
Afterwards, he found a temporarily arranged classroom and answered questions about cultivation for about an hour for Elizabeth and more than 20 British graduates from Dongfeng.
His explanations were still concise and concise, going straight to the core. Often, just a few words could wake people up from their dreams, allowing these students, who were already considered top combatants at English, to gain enlightenment and gain a lot.
Although the time was short, everyone felt that the trip was worthwhile, and their respect for Principal deepened.
After the answer session was over, Lin Yi was ready to leave.
On the way to Starflare Fighter, he seemingly casually mentioned something to Speaker English who was accompanying him.
"Mr. Speaker, Chen Yu Principal has a relative named Chen Hang who was doing business in your country before the disaster and has lost contact since then. If you find anything in the survivor files or subsequent resettlement work, please pay attention and inform Chen Principal in time."
Upon hearing this, Speaker English immediately responded solemnly, "Please rest assured that you and Chen Principal, we will do our best to help find the whereabouts of Mr. Chen Hang. Once there is news, we will inform Chen Principal as soon as possible."
For English, who had just accepted the favor, this was just a piece of cake, so he naturally agreed.
Lin Yi nodded slightly, said no more, and returned directly to Starflare Fighter.
The dark blue fighter plane quietly took off amidst a low hum, accelerated rapidly, turned into a thin line in the sky, and disappeared into the clouds.
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Half a month later, in the south of English, a medium-sized settlement based on the reconstruction of an old town.
It was nearly noon, and the sunshine barely dispelled the usual haze of English.
Next to the central square of the settlement, there was a queue that was not long in front of the temporary material distribution point.
Next to the distribution point, under a simple shed built with tarpaulin, a middle-aged man with a fat body and a kind face was leaning on a slightly shaky wooden table, writing quickly, registering the details of the supplies that had just been distributed.
He is exactly the third uncle Chen Yu is looking for, Chen Hang.
Compared with the all-powerful boss in the shopping mall before the disaster, Chen Hang is now a little thinner and his skin is much rougher.
However, even though he was wearing simple work clothes, Chen Hang's eyes still showed the unique shrewdness and tenacity of a reckless businessman who started his business from scratch.
He is actually quite satisfied with his current life.
"At least. It's much better than when the chaos first started."
Chen Hang sighed in his heart while checking the amount of flour.
He still clearly remembers the chaos and despair when the end of the world first arrived.
Communication is interrupted, monsters are rampant, and social order is almost collapsed.
English The government is in dire straits, its resources are extremely tight, and it is unable to even protect the survival of its own citizens.
Therefore, to these foreigners stranded in English, the official has only distributed extremely limited supplies, which can be said to be only enough to prevent them from starving to death.
Moreover, the government also mandates that all people with the ability to work must join the dangerous material search team and go out to search for food, medicine, and fuel in order to exchange for more survival resources.
Those days were truly dark.
Chen Hang relied on the physical strength and some luck gained from running around in the world in his early years, and went out with the search team several times. He witnessed his companions being torn apart by the sudden appearance of Abyssal Beast, and he also had a few brushes with death.
However, he didn't think there was anything to complain about. Thinking from his perspective, in that situation, it was normal for the English government to care about its own people first. It could allow foreigners to survive for those who stutter. He already felt that it was the other party that followed the rules.
Just when he thought that this life of precarity and constant danger would continue, a turning point came inadvertently.
About a month after the end of the world, he suddenly discovered that the standards of materials distributed to Xia Country citizens had quietly increased.
From the beginning, it was barely enough to eat, and gradually moved closer to the standards of English citizens of the country, and even later became completely the same.
They are no longer forced to join the most dangerous outdoor search teams, but can apply for some construction jobs or logistics positions within the settlements based on their own circumstances.
This change made all Xia Country people stranded in English feel surprised and unbelievable.
Citizens of other countries who were also stranded in the UK cast their eyes with envy that could not be concealed.
Privately, everyone is also speculating on what is the reason why the English government's attitude towards Xia Country citizens has undergone such a huge change?
But the information is limited and no one can tell why.
It was only in the past month or two that as the order within the settlement gradually stabilized, some sporadic news about the outside world began to slowly circulate.
Chen Hang gradually heard some fragmented information from some English soldiers who were responsible for the guards and had a much friendlier attitude, as well as from the low-level source warriors who occasionally came into contact.
"Xia Country. Source energy user. Very powerful"
"Xia Country's East Peak Military Academy Origin Warrior Holy Land has cultivated many strong men."
"We English are also going to join the organization led by Xia Country"
These few words, like a puzzle, slowly pieced together a vague but exciting picture in Chen Hang's mind.
Only then did he suddenly realize that it was not English that suddenly became extraordinarily kind, but that the distant motherland had shown a powerful force that English must pay attention to and even rely on in the apocalypse.
It is the radiation of this power that has fundamentally improved the situation of these wanderers living overseas.
After thinking about this, Chen Hang felt a mixture of emotions in his heart, including pride in the strength of the motherland and also a sense of pride and honor.
Because of this, he successfully applied for his current job as a material registrar by virtue of his fairly good computing skills and management experience.
Although this job is tedious and requires checking one by one, the workload is not small. He would never do such trivial tasks personally before.
But nowadays, safety is the greatest luxury. You no longer have to go out and face those terrible Abyssal Beast, and you can still get stable food rations and relatively comfortable housing, which is a rare and good position.
Chen Hang is very satisfied with this and works extremely seriously.
On this day, he had just finished registering the last batch of supplies in the morning, rubbed his sore wrists, and was about to take a break and have lunch.
At this moment, two English officials wearing suits and whose temperament was obviously different from ordinary clerks, accompanied by a settlement manager, walked straight towards his shed.
People queuing around and passing by cast curious glances.
Chen Hang is also a little confused.
He asked himself that he had done nothing wrong and was working conscientiously.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Chen Hang?" the leading official asked politely.
"It's me, what's the matter with?" Chen Hang stood up, feeling a little uneasy.
The official took out a folder, checked the information on it again, then looked up at him and asked seriously, "We would like to confirm with you whether you have a relative named Chen Yu?"
Chen Yu?
A Yu?