It seems that canned beef is a luxury food even in the eyes of practitioners. As soon as Lin Feng finished speaking, someone stood up excitedly.
But it's not their fault. The price of canned beef is about 30 white crystals each, and even if Lin Feng gives them a salary increase, it would still take three months for ordinary guards to buy a box. It has to be said that this can only be bought by saving up all your salary without eating or drinking.
As for these cultivators, it is already good to earn dozens of hundred white crystals every month. Moreover, Bai Jing also needs to rely on Bai Jing to improve his cultivation, so what he actually saves every month is not enough to buy a box of canned beef.
This is similar to Lin Feng's previous life, when a person with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan frugally saved 2,000 yuan to go to a high-end restaurant for a meal. For ordinary people, it is disappointing.
At present, the number of cultivators in Beishan Base is really small, and it just happens that it has just experienced the second apocalypse. After the second apocalyptic rain, some ordinary people should still become cultivators. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Feng needed to replenish the number of his men, so he proposed this reward.
"And I plan to purchase two hundred laser rifles and some large weapons to enhance the overall combat effectiveness of the base."
As everyone below was excited, Lin Feng once again dropped a bombshell.
"Coax..."
If everyone was just excited when Lin Feng said he would reward cans just now, then the whole thing is going crazy now.
Two hundred laser rifles, what is the concept? Previously, the entire Beishan base had no more than a hundred laser weapons. A laser rifle normally requires one thousand white crystals, and two hundred would require two hundred thousand white crystals. And according to the new leader, he also needs to purchase large weapons. How much will that cost
But if it is true as the new leader said, after purchasing these weapons, the overall strength of Beishan Base will be comprehensively improved. Among the four major bases in Tianheng Mountain, the status of Beishan Base will suddenly rise.
"After these weapons are in place, if there are special circumstances, they will be given priority to our cultivators for use. They will be taken back after use to ensure that the quantity is complete."
After raising his hands to signal everyone to quiet down, Lin Feng added another sentence.
If he wants to buy weapons, Lin Feng is not going to distribute them casually according to the number of people. Lin Feng plans to manage these weapons in a unified manner and distribute them to everyone when needed. This is also the practice in other bases. Most people only have the weapons they purchased. Only when major events occur, the base will uniformly distribute weapons.
After listening to Lin Feng's words, everyone below nodded in agreement, and no one thought it was inappropriate. The weapons were bought by Lin Feng, so it was pretty good to be able to use them. Having a good weapon is more important than anything else when encountering special situations, and laser weapons are still somewhat of a deterrent to low-level practitioners.
The main goal now is the recruitment of guards. Although practitioners are also important, as the most basic guards, they cannot be ignored.
After emphasizing a few points, the meeting adjourned. For these practitioners, although they learned the news of Li Shuo's death today, the newly appointed leader's drastic actions were much stronger than Li Shuo's. Who is the leader doesn't mean much to them, what matters is that they can live safely, and that alone is enough.
… …
In the outermost slum area of Beishan Base, in an inconspicuous small tent.
"Mom, did you see that? The base is recruiting guards!"
Song Guochen ran back from outside and shouted to his mother who was mending clothes.
Song Guochen is not tall and has a round face. Although he lives in a slum, he is very fair. He has short hair, wears a gray sweater on his upper body, and a pair of black pants on his lower body, which he has obviously worn for a long time.
"Why are you so panicked? Come, your dad brought back a steamed bun at noon. He said that he and others had caught a white crystal in the morning. I bought a few steamed buns, and he also shared one, and ate it while it was hot."
When Song Guochen's mother saw her son coming back, she picked up the steaming buns that were yellow and steaming on the table, and said to him with a smile.
My husband went hunting with others early in the morning and was lucky enough to catch a first-level zombie and earn a white crystal. Several people discussed that the family hadn't eaten steamed buns for a long time, so they exchanged the white crystal for a few steamed buns, and each family shared one.
"Mom, I'm not hungry. You can eat. Please read this message."
Quickly walked to the table, picked up the water glass on the table, and after drinking several large sips of water, Song Guochen raised the Doomsday Table and said to his mother.
Song Guochen was sixteen years old and considered himself an adult. He wanted to go hunting with his father. But no matter how much he begged, his father would not agree. I have no choice but to stay at home. The whole family of three relied on his father to go out hunting alone. The family was so poor that they could only live in the slums on the outermost edge of the Beishan base.
Today, a message suddenly came from Song Guochen's apocalyptic watch. After seeing the message, he hurriedly ran home.
"Beishan Base is recruiting base guards for all members of the base. All males aged over sixteen and under thirty-five can sign up. Salary: Food and accommodation provided, monthly salary of 10 white crystals. Recruitment location XXXXXX"
After Song Guochen's mother saw the message on her son's doomsday chart, she picked up her own doomsday chart and looked at it, and found that there was also this message. I just didn't pay attention when I was doing laundry just now. I saw that the last signature should have been issued by Beishan Base.
"Mom, I'm over sixteen and I want to give it a try."
Lin Feng had just turned sixteen, and Beishan Base had not recruited guards like this for a long time. This was an opportunity, and Song Guochen wanted to try it.
"Mom can't make the decision on this matter. It's better to wait until your father comes back to discuss it with her."
Being a base guard is very exciting, but it also has certain dangers. Song Guochen's mother couldn't make the decision herself, so she still had to discuss it with the child's father.
It will soon be dark, and Song Guochen's father is back.
"Today's harvest was good. We killed another first-level zombie in the afternoon. The three of us exchanged a bowl of rice each for cooking some porridge. If we have such a harvest every day, we won't have to starve in the future."
As soon as he entered the door, Song Guochen's father said happily.
In the apocalypse, being able to eat rice is already a very happy thing. A total of two first-level zombies were killed today, so Song Guochen's father was in a good mood.
"Dad, the base has started recruiting guards. I want to give it a try."
When Song Guochen saw his father coming back, he took the bag with a small handful of rice in his hand and said to his father.
Ever since I received the news that the base was recruiting guards, I had been thinking about it all afternoon. Now that he was finally expecting his father to come back, Song Guochen hurriedly mentioned this matter to his father.
"I have also received this message, but the guards are too dangerous, especially when they go out to search for supplies. Sometimes the casualties are very high."
After listening to Song Guochen's words, his father frowned and said.
The guards at the base are usually very majestic, but if they really encounter danger at the base, or when they go out to search for supplies, the casualty rate of the guards is still quite high. Although this position is indeed good, Song Guochen's father is still worried about his son's safety.
"Dad, I am already sixteen years old, and I can no longer sit idle at home. And the guard's salary is 10 white crystals per month, which is enough to support our family."
Song Guochen said anxiously when he heard that his father did not agree with him going.
"Normally it would be too dangerous for you to go hunting. I am now a man, no longer a child. I also have to shoulder the responsibility of supporting my family."
It is also very dangerous to go hunting. The sensible Song Guochen wants to share some of the burden for the family. If he takes the first place, with income, the conditions of the family will be better.
Looking at the sensible Song Guochen, his father's eyes slowly became moist. It seems that the child has really grown up, Song Guochen's father thought to himself.
… …
Early the next morning, Song Guochen arrived early at the place where guards were recruited as indicated in the Doomsday Table information.
Yesterday, Song Guochen's father finally agreed to sign up, and his father was finally convinced by him. Overjoyed, Song Guochen hardly slept a wink all night and ran out of the house at dawn.
But even so, when Song Guochen arrived at the place to recruit guards, he still saw a long queue in front of him.
After hearing about the recruitment of guards at Beishan Base, many people came here before dawn to queue up. A monthly salary of 10 white crystals, plus food and accommodation. This is simply a huge temptation in the end of the world. As long as it can be passed, the family's source of livelihood will be guaranteed.
Although there were restrictions when registering, only males who were older than sixteen and younger than fifteen could register, but despite this, nearly a thousand people came to participate.
There were ten tables at the registration desk for recruiting guards, and more than a hundred people lined up in front of each table. Song Guochen looked at the doomsday clock and saw that there was still one hour before the 8 o'clock registration time.
During this period, people kept coming and queuing up. By eight o'clock, the team of nearly 3,000 people was quite spectacular.
A motorcade drove over from a distance and stopped not far from the registration office. Ma Dong led a group of practitioners out of the car and came to the front of the registration desk.
Ma Dong was solely responsible for the selection of guards. After selecting ten people from the team of practitioners, Ma Dong and the others came here.
Although they were all low-level practitioners, they were still enough to recruit guards. The ten guards took the registration forms and went behind the ten tables in front, while Ma Dong stood behind them.
Registration is very simple, just fill out a form. There will be a subsequent selection, and those who pass the selection can truly become the guards of Beishan Base.
Registration was smooth, with thousands of forms filled out in just about an hour. Seeing that nothing happened at the moment, Ma Dong was feeling anxious. After explaining, he went to the bathroom.
At this time, it was about Song Guochen's registration. After waiting for two hours, Song Guochen came to the registration table.
"Can you be sixteen?"
Watching Ma Dong leave with his peripheral vision, a thin cultivator behind the table raised his eyelids and said to Song Guochen.
"I happen to be 16 years old this year. Sir, you can take a look at the information on my doomsday chart."
After hearing what the man said, Song Guochen immediately explained that he didn't want to be unable to claim his name because of this.
"I see that you are not even sixteen years old."
Seeing that Ma Dong had walked away, the man supported his chin with his right hand, twirled his thumb and middle finger, and said to Song Guochen.
Song Guochen was just a sixteen-year-old boy and didn't understand what the thin man in front of him meant.
"Sir said you are not yet sixteen, so you should leave quickly."
At this time, a young man behind Song Guochen spoke. Then he took out five white crystals and quietly placed them on the table in front of him.
"Sir, I am already sixteen years old. This is not a sign of respect. I hope that your superior will give you more support in the next selection process."
The young man smiled charmingly and took a form to fill out.
"Well, not bad, I'm pretty good at it. What's your name?"
The thin cultivator quietly received the five white crystals covered under the registration form on the table into the Doomsday Table, and smiled at the young man.
"Is this how you recruit the First Guard?"
Before the young man could speak, a cold voice came from not far away.
(End of chapter)