Chapter 296 Spring Festival Gala on the Radio (Added 1 Update for the Leader "White Lvl")

On the afternoon of New Year’s Eve,

Lao Wang groaned, sweated profusely, and tried hard to carry the burden for others.

Li Jie sat in her room feeling lost. At this time last year, she was still calling daddy on the chairman's desk.

It's the end of the world. She thought she still had to survive in this way,

But Shen Jin gave her extraordinary power, and Yang Ao stopped looking for her.

She helps Shang Qian with administrative work every day, and she also manages a few girls under her hands, so she lives a comfortable life.

Suddenly I became independent, which felt pretty good.

Zhao Mingkai still chatted awkwardly with Qi Tong on the messaging software.

However, Qi Tong only responded with one or another relationship, and repeatedly told him that it was impossible, and asked him to quickly find a girl who wanted to fall into the lap of a supernatural being, and stop bothering her.

During this period, Qi Tong went to his pre-apocalyptic home while killing zombies. There were two zombies, one big and one small, standing in the house.

After she buried the two zombies, she cried for a long time.

The results of what she had been insisting on in the apocalypse finally came to light, and she suddenly couldn't find the direction or reason to work hard.

Huge loneliness surged into her heart. She had no relatives in this world.

All she had left was the justice she insisted on, and then she discovered that Shen Jin was actually a representative of the camp of justice and kindness.

Everything he did made her feel comfortable,

The No. 1 home base he established has no discrimination or oppression, only a pure land.

"Shen Jin. We are the same kind of people, right?"

She thought it would be good to follow Shen Jin in the future.

City D, the Spring Festival atmosphere is also very strong,

But Zhao Chao always felt that there was something wrong with it.

"Brother Chao, let's pack up and go to Q Market!" Liu Yang never knocked on the door before coming in, and walked into Zhao Chao's office carelessly.

"Why are you going to Q City?"

"Look for the boss, otherwise what's the point of living with these people! I have to pay New Year's greetings to the boss tomorrow!"

Zheng Ying also walked in,

"Brother Chao, brother Jin hasn't called yet? Will he come over today?"

Zheng Ying, a dashing first-level peak ice power user, had the emotion of a girl in her eyes at this time. She wanted to see Shen Jin, the man who rescued her from the sea of ​​misery, on this special day.

Yes, D city is missing one of the most important people this year: Shen Jin.

Zhao Chao also felt uneasy and felt that he was a bit vain in his role as commander.

What he is now implementing are the rules left by Shen Jin, and subsequent development is strictly in accordance with Shang Qian's plan.

He is just an excellent special forces coach, not an excellent manager.

It was the New Year and the two helmsmen were not back. He felt uneasy.

But Zhao Chao couldn't show it,

"Don't panic, the boss will definitely not forget us. I guess Q City is busy right now. Please wait."

"Wait a minute, just wait. I'm going to go see the boss. I might be able to drink and play cards with him over there."

Zheng Ying also showed excited eyes: "Brother Chao, please call Brother Jin and ask if he will come today? If not, we will go find him. Anyway, the trip only takes two hours."

The two captains agreed, and it was not easy for Zhao Chao to stop him.

"Okay, then let's..."

"Brother Chao, I'm here, look what I brought to you! Hahaha!"

Outside the window, Wu Yong, who was carrying a jetpack, showed two rows of big white teeth and grinned.

He wore a pair of ordinary leather gloves on his hands, an outdated leather belt hanging on his waist, and an ugly large backpack slung across his body.

The styling can be said to be very old-fashioned.

But the [Craftsman’s Soul Backpack] is filled with good things.

They are all New Year’s goods.

Zhao Chao excitedly brought Wu Yong in.

Wu Yong poured out a pile of armor and weapons directly from his backpack, a total of 50 sets.

"This is the equipment produced by the boss using new technology. I will upgrade it for you."

Then he poured out 3 bottles of milky white medicine.

"This is [Energy Serum]. The boss asked you three to drink it to enhance your abilities and physical fitness. You must drink one bottle every month."

Immediately afterwards, he took out three sets of craftsman soul backpacks, gloves, and belt combinations, as well as a number of iron and stone digging tools.

"Have you noticed? I now have the boss's spatial abilities, which are all given by these three pieces of equipment. You can do this. This is all."

Wu Yong explained to them how to use the three-piece set, and then took out the final gift from the [Craftsman's Soul Backpack]:

Noodles and Chinese cabbage for making dumplings, as well as hard frozen pork,

"The boss told you not to forget to make dumplings for the brothers. I wish you all a happy New Year~"

Zhao Chao burst into tears instantly, "Boss has not forgotten us."

"I'll take a look at the equipment first. If it doesn't work, you can take it back." Liu Yang was still interested in the equipment.

"Brother Jin, he won't come this year, right?" Zheng Ying's eyes were full of disappointment. Compared with these foreign objects, she wanted to see Shen Jin even more. Even if she saw him playing around with other women, she also wanted to see him. Feel happy.

Wu Yong chatted with a few people for a while and then left.

"I have to go back to catch the New Year's Eve dinner tonight. See you next time!"

Liu Yang muttered: "It's only a little over 80 kilometers away. It would be great if we could build a bridge across the sea. At that time, I would drive back and forth every day."

Zhao Chao and Zheng Ying looked at the [Traveler's Gloves] in their hands, and their eyes lit up.

Night falls,

Today, Home No. 1 is full of joy. Everyone is making dumplings, chatting, and enjoying the rare comfort in the apocalypse.

The official broadcast of Dragnet also specifically mentioned 7 p.m.

The host is no longer the unfeeling announcer of the previous dragnet, replaced by Dong Mou and Sa Mou, who were once evergreens of the Spring Festival Gala.

The two used their gentle and clear voices to accompany all Chinese people through this special day.

The officials also specially rehearsed many programs.

Music, cross talk, talk shows, and satellite phone interactions with audiences from all over the world.

"Hello, I am an ordinary resident of City B. I live a good life in the official base. Thank you to the country for not abandoning us."

"I'm in City L. I'm an extraordinary person with a lot of destiny. Today is the 100th day since I opened the gene lock. I killed 1,325 zombies. I believe that as long as I keep killing, we will win!"

"Hello, I'm at the No. 1 Home Base in Q City. The managers here take good care of us and give out free food to the children. By the way, I was a primary school teacher before the end of the world. The New Year is here. I want to talk to you about it. Teacher Yu, Teacher Jiang, Teacher Qiu, and Principal Xin who sacrificed their lives to protect the children would like to say thank you. The children miss you, and I miss you too."

"Ahem. I'm dying. New Year. I'm another year older. I'm 30 this year. I used to be a rich second generation. I enjoyed all the glory and wealth in the first half of my life. I have nothing to regret. Ahem, a wave of zombies is about to surround me. This gas station is okay. I have a match. Haha, compatriots, you can walk the rest of the way. I’m here, Xila.”

Some ordinary or great stories were delivered to every radio in the country through telephone interactions, and everyone felt the joy, sorrow and hope of the end of the world.

After the New Year's bell rang at 12 midnight, a different but familiar melody came from the radio.

"Gently wake up your sleeping soul and slowly open your eyes

Look at this busy world, are you still lonely and spinning around?

sing your passion

stretch out your hands

Let me embrace your dream

Let me have your true face

make us smile

Full of youthful pride

Let us hope that tomorrow will be better! "

The apocalypse is coming, zombies are rampant, and humans are huddled together and struggling to survive.

In a world-ending disaster, spiritual will is the first weapon for mankind to face danger.

After the catastrophe for the rest of my life, there will always be light.

"This radio Spring Festival Gala, which shows joy in suffering, may be the attitude of us Chinese towards suffering."

Shen Jin took out his satellite phone and dialed Hu Shou.

PS: I’ll update 11,000 words today, mainly because I want to finish writing this New Year plot.

I could have gone to bed earlier, but it was past 3 o'clock.

Let’s count it as two more updates, everyone?

Yesterday "Corona" rewarded me. I added an update. I owe 18 chapters.

I still owe 2 chapters today, and I still owe 16 chapters.