Three days had passed since Gao Ming and Ci Nian entered the subway station. The Refugee Camp at the Old Pharmaceutical Factory in the Third District had come completely under the control of the Mercy Society, practically turning it into a filming base for their propaganda. Countless cameras recorded the brutality of war, the plight of the refugees, and the greatness of the Mercy Society from every angle.
"Director Li hasn't come back for three days. Could he have died in some forgotten corner?" Clutching a book of scripture and dressed in pristine white pastor's robes, Jia Youzhi sat at a computer browsing porn sites. "The internet connection the Mercy Society's film crew set up is fantastic. Not a bit of lag."
"I don't know whether the connection's lagging, but you certainly aren't feeling any urgency." Ding Xiang admired her new manicure. "Come to think of it, we really have Director Li to thank for this cushy life. He's pretty charming when he gets down to work. If he were a little taller, a little younger, and a little better-looking, I'd definitely chase after him."
"Have you two had enough rest?" The blackout curtain was lifted, and sunlight flooded in along with the stench of the Refugee Camp. Wu Wei entered carrying a large box of documents. "Come help!"
"We don't even know if Director Li's still among the living. Why do you keep collecting this stuff for him every day?" Jia Youzhi reluctantly closed the webpage. "Just enjoy each day while you can."
"I think I have news about Director Li." The moment Wu Wei said that, Ding Xiang and Jia Youzhi hurried over.
"He's still alive?"
"Where's Director Li?"
"The Thirteenth District." Wu Wei dumped all the documents in the box onto the table. "During the few days