"Did you see anything good, Captain?" Clove stared at Shen Yi and asked softly.
From this angle, other than the faintly discernible light from the projection, it was impossible to tell that Clove was just a projection that did not really exist.
Even the lines in his eyes were clearly visible.
"I'm not sure if it's accurate." Shen Yi only smiled.
Although he did not specify what he saw, anyone could tell that he was in a good mood.
"Captain, your lunch, Mo Qiu, is ready." Clove did not continue asking.
"Okay." Shen Yi nodded.
He squinted his eyes slightly and his vision seemed to penetrate space. He could see that in a certain building, Mo Qiu had already placed the prepared food on the table and was picking up his phone to send a text message.
With just a slight movement, ripples appeared in the air.
He directly traversed space and brought the food back.
"I feel that Mo Qiu's expression is becoming more and more like an offering." Shen Yi shook his head helplessly.
Ever since the Sky Fortress appeared in front of the world, he did not return to the villa. He simply asked Mo Qiu to send a text message to Clove after the food was prepared. Then, Shen Yi would directly bring it over.
Simple and convenient.
Except that it felt a little like an offering to the gods.
"Is it chicken soup today?" Clove did not respond to Shen Yi's complaints. Instead, he looked at the dishes on the table.
"When the tsunami arrives, these ingredients will probably not be fresh anymore." Shen Yi picked up the bowl and chopsticks, but suddenly paused. "But, that's not for sure. They're probably thinking of a solution."
"Indeed, the Mo Corporation has gathered a group of excellent chefs and experts to try to solve the food problem. Mo Qiu is also involved." After Clove finished speaking, projections appeared one after another.
It was a scene of a group of people continuously discussing.
In the world of gourmet food, ingredients were an extremely important subject.
However, the diversity of ingredients depended on the diversity of the ecological environment.
And this time, the apocalypse was devastating to the ecological environment.
Shen Yi took a few glances and stopped paying attention to it. He said calmly, "Many old delicacies will disappear, but as long as the civilization is not destroyed, new delicacies will continue to appear."
Mo Qiu had said the same thing before.
He wanted to design a food that was easy to carry in the apocalypse, rich in nutrients, and could bring hope to people.
If he could really do it.
Then, this delicacy would become a new culture.
— — Apocalypse Culture.
Therefore, the continuation of civilization was the most important thing.
The only difference was the post-apocalyptic era and the post-apocalyptic era.
At this moment, everyone in the world was forced to enter the Doomsday Era. They could either die or adapt.
As time passed, the atmosphere seemed to become more and more anxious.
The East was still constantly promoting and mobilizing people for the construction.
After the first city started construction, two other cities started construction in different places. Various construction industries, including large-scale machinery production, continued to expand. In just a few days, all the original workers in related industries had been involved in construction and production.
They had even begun to recruit new practitioners.
However — —
Hot-Bloodedness would be worn down with the passage of time.
On the first day of the construction, everyone was shocked by this unprecedented scene. The unity of the people moved them, making countless people want to join in.
But on the third day, the fourth day, and even the fifth day.
When they saw this scene again, the initial feeling of being moved had disappeared.
Although the mainstream media was still full of propaganda, some people's enthusiasm had been worn down a lot.
Hu Jianmu was one of these people.
Although his name had the meaning of "Jianmu", he used to work in the financial industry. He was strong and had good luck. At a young age, he had already gained a lot of wealth. He had always been an "elite" in the eyes of many people, a "rising wave".
So he was proud.
Even if he was unemployed now, the savings in his hands gave him the capital to be proud.
He believed that unemployment was only temporary.
Although when the construction started, he had thought about whether or not he should sign up to help, as a special experience.
However, at this point …
He began to feel a bit irritable.
"I really don't understand. Why do they have to shut down the entertainment industry?" He posted on the Internet. "I understand and support concentrating on resisting the disaster. It's okay if you're unemployed at home. Just take it as a break. But there's no need to change the entertainment industry. I'm not allowed to go to bars or leave the city. I don't know what to do with my time!"
Under his voice, there were many supporters.
"I don't know what to do either! I've been unemployed for five days! "
"In the end, why do we have to build a city?"
"The weather is getting hotter and hotter. It's irritating to stay at home!"
"Ahhh! I want to go to the bar! "
"Anyway, it's impossible to work. Even if I'm blown to the sky by a hurricane, I can't work in a factory."
“.....”
Most of these people had good economic conditions. They didn't care if they didn't have a job for a while. They didn't want to change to the construction industry. They just wanted to laze around during this period and continue their lives after the disaster was over.
Of course, it would be best if they didn't feel bored during this period.
Hu Jianmu looked at the comments and replied from time to time. Now, only the idiotic netizens could bring him some joy.
And at this moment.
His cell phone suddenly popped up with an urgent news.
"According to meteorological satellite observations, the world's first hurricane after the warning is about to form near Dansetu City. Click to enter the live broadcast."
Then, it wasn't just the news. Even a text message was sent to inform him.
The world's first hurricane?
Hu Jianmu's interest was immediately piqued.
He opened the webpage. Sure enough, the first pinned news was the same.
He clicked on it.
A scene that was obviously from a foreign program appeared in the video. A foreign host stood on the street, accompanied by a simultaneous translator.
Over there, the entire sky was gray and overcast.
One could even clearly see gusts of wind whistling past. The greenery on both sides of the road was swaying with the wind. However, there were still a few cars driving on the road. It seemed that they were not affected at all.
A barrage of comments flashed past.
"I was notified to come here."
"Is this the hurricane that the association warned about?"
"Why are there still cars on the street?"
"Welcome to the series on why there are so few foreigners."
"This hurricane doesn't look that big."
“.....”
Hu Jianmu looked at the barrage of comments and couldn't help but tap on his cell phone to send a message.
"It's not that big to begin with. Hurricanes can't destroy modern concrete buildings."
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