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There is a plan and a premeditated plan. At seven o'clock in the morning, a team of more than 300 people was organized.

Sun Hongguang's family is mixed in, and no one will know who they are when they wrap themselves tightly. And Sun Hongguang's son, two years old, with a small butt, Zhang Mei directly wrapped him with clothes.

In order to keep the son from making trouble, they hardly let the boy sleep last night.

At this time, it was the boy who was wrapped in clothes and carried on his body and was too sleepy. He fell asleep in three or a few times, and there was absolutely no need to worry about him making a noise.

Li Rui and the others have all stayed in the community for a while.

Having food and shelter, they don't even think about their own nest.

Although they are now leaving the stronghold and heading towards the unknown, they are not nervous at all. Boss spent so much manpower and smashed dozens of tons of food, for what?

My people, staying here, will only wait to die.

In a new place, no matter how bad it is, will it be bad now?

There are such things, Li Rui and the others are some of the calmest people, they don't have to think about anything, just follow the boss's team.

The selected dozens of stronger ones were given all kinds of weapons and formed a ferocious team. These people are the most loyal and obedient to Lu Chuan.

...

The team is gathering, but Lu Chuan is doing one thing.

This is a bit silly, but Lu Chuan doesn't think so. As early as a day ago, Lu Chuan purchased 100 tons of rice through the purchasing company in his hand.

And Lu Chuan put all the 100 tons of rice into the storage space.

Investigating the reason is that Lu Chuan couldn't bear to have the rare human beings, but in this cold winter, the number of people was reduced again.

Human beings should be the most scarce resource in the last days. Think about it, there are not one in a hundred. Earth, with a population of 10 billion, is one or two hundred million survivors in this disaster.

One or two hundred million, distributed all over the world, is really too rare.

There is another reason, Lu Chuan regards this stronghold as his own, even if it is not now, it will be in the future. One more person, for Lu Chuan, is the same as one more employee.

Every time someone dies, in Lu Chuan's view, it is his own loss.

Food?

There is no shortage of this stuff, how much is 100 tons of rice?

The most scarce food valuable in the apocalypse, Lu Chuan is not lacking, and it is also the least. In modern times, one kilogram is five yuan, and if you own a purchasing company, you can even control it to four yuan under large -scale purchases.

But these, for the last days, are like fate.

Aside from these, Lu Chuan still couldn't bear it, which was also the main reason.

"Are you all ready?"

After the team was assembled, Lu Chuan knew that he was going to leave.

One hundred tons of rice, Lu Chuan put on several points in the base, when the time comes these rice, all will be distributed to the majority of people. It is only necessary to control the information and circulate it in the hands of those who need it.

When these people take action and divide the rice into bits and pieces, the big guys will know, and they can't stop it.

Under the riots of the whole people, they dare not do anything unless they kill everyone.

And the food fell into the hands of everyone, and I wanted them to hand it over, unless it was killing them. There is no food anyway, and many people are also dead end.

With these grains, I believe that the stronghold can survive this cold winter.

Wait until the beginning of spring, when the plan for the base can be started. When the time comes, the sensation caused by this hundred tons of rice is definitely well known by everyone in the base. The plan is executed, and who can stop himself?

With the love of 100 tons of rice, that kind of rich and imposing shown to others is not what the people want?

The method of killing birds with one stone is something that Lu Chuan will naturally do.

"Boss, everything is ready." Wujiang nodded, several looking at almost a house of rice in front of him, his mouth with reluctance in his eyes, he moved his mouth times, but he didnt know what to say.

Several points, a total of 100 tons of rice, put it in the end times, what is the concept?

The storage capacity in a stronghold is estimated to be less than 100 tons of rice, but as a boss, it is easy to take out. This share of rich and imposing lets Wu Jiang know that as long as he follows the Boss closely, he doesn't have to worry about eating in his entire life.

Lu Chuan has this hundred tons, will he still be short of food?

And the others, looking at Lu Chuan's eyes, were horrified, but more in awe.

What kind of existence does a person who can provide such a huge amount of food in this last world exist? It is no exaggeration to say that with this one hundred tons of grain alone, he can pull up a team of ten thousand people in this stronghold.

The aliens belong to the new human beings, but so what?

Now they are fortunate to be able to follow such a Boss.

Lu Chuan> nods.Lu Chuan nods and says, "Perform the mission."

It's very simple, nothing more than to stab the news out and spread it among the survivors in the shortest time possible. And the spread of this news will not be known by the bosses in the stronghold in a short period of time.

In addition to this one, it is also necessary to let the people who received the food know who gave them the food.

Lu Chuan's name was written in black and white on the bags of rice that Lu Chuan kept. It was a kindness to let them remember the name Lu Chuan.

Dozens of people who were selected began to act separately.

There is a little bit of rice in the glass bottles, and there is a note on it. The note says that the rice is stored. When the time comes, the person who receives this message, See the rice, see the note, will definitely go.

There is rice, and it is delivered. It would be hell if they didn't move it.

As for how much they will take, this is not in Lu Chuan's consideration. With so much food flowing into the stronghold, it will give many people a chance to survive.

Not only the 100 tons, but also the more than a dozen tons of weapons purchased by myself.

In a short time, the food in the stronghold is sufficient.

Dozens of people split up. They ran wildly and threw glass bottles out without shouting, and left after they were done.

Like a thief who robs the rich to help the poor, this fills their hearts with energy.

"pa!"

The glass bottle was thrown in from the window and hit the ground. Naturally, it shattered, and paper and rice spilled out. The people who were awakened looked at the words on the note. They didn't believe it anymore, but when they saw the spilled rice, they believed it.

In their minds, they would rather believe what they have than untrustworthy what they don't have.

A person, braved the wind and snow, rushed out of his place of residence and rushed towards the location on the note. And more and more people appear, which makes them even more believe that all this is true.

No matter what the other party's goal is, they are so poor that only their lives are left, what else does the other party care about?