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"Haha, it's quite lively here, what are you all up to?"

The soldier pushed the door open and curiously stared at the pieces of paper scattered on the ground, appearing somewhat puzzled.

Old Lin quickly explained with a smile, "It's nothing, nothing at all. Everyone felt bored, so we made two decks of cards out of the posters on the wall, and we're just playing poker."

Understanding dawned, and the soldier nodded knowingly, smiled, and then got to the point: "Here's the thing, I previously mentioned to you all that we operate under the principle of labor distribution, so you need to fill out these forms."

As he spoke, the soldier handed the white papers he was holding to Old Lin, explaining while doing so: "Please fill in the contents honestly. If you have special skills, write those down; if you're willing to work for the base, indicate that as well. If you have any opinions on the base rules since entering, feel free to express them. In short, be truthful. Once done, we will allocate work to suitable individuals based on actual needs."

The concise words quickly received the survivors' nods of agreement.

"You don't need to rush these forms back to me. Take the 24 hours to consider carefully and hand them to me after the quarantine ends tomorrow at noon. Alright, does anyone have any questions?"

He scanned the crowd, and quickly noticed a hand slowly rising from the shadowy corner illuminated by the candlelight.

"I have a question!"

"Go ahead!"

"Um... if I work, will there be enough food?"

After speaking, Acheng seemed a bit embarrassed, and a few blushes appeared on his youthful face.

The soldier didn't hurry to respond. In the candlelight, his eyebrows knit together involuntarily, revealing his seriousness about the question, without any hint of joking.

"Frankly speaking, your question can't be generalized. As I said, compensation for labor is relative and based on two standards: one is relative to ordinary citizens, where you will receive more if you work, and the other depends on the base's reserves. If reserves are plentiful, you'll receive more as well. But in any case, as long as you work, you'll surely receive equivalent supplies. Of course, this is all voluntary; the base won't force you."

"Oh~" Acheng replied feebly, evidently dissatisfied with the soldier's answer.

But one can't blame him. After all, for a barely adult teenager in a rapid growth phase, wanting to eat enough daily is quite understandable.

After this matter was settled, the soldier once again asked the crowd if there were any other questions. Upon confirming there were none, he smiled and took out half a candle from his pocket, handing it to Old Lin: "Haha, this is the last half I have, make sure to use it sparingly!"

Gratefully accepting the candle, Old Lin scratched his head with an awkward smile, then apologetically replied, "Understood, understood, we'll fill out the forms shortly and extinguish the candle to rest!"

He turned, stepped out, and closed the door!

With the soldier's departure, the stifling isolation room returned to its previous tranquility.

Old Lin immediately distributed the forms that the soldier had handed him to everyone present, reminding them during the process: "Well, everyone heard what the young comrade said. My opinion? Let's fill them out earnestly! Whether it's for filling our stomachs or contributing to the base's development, we should each do our part! After all, when the base thrives, our lives will improve too. What do you all think?"

"Sigh, Old Lin! I don't know about others, but I definitely want to find some work. Otherwise, just idling here in vain would drive me crazy with boredom!"

After a vigorous round of poker, Wang Qiang had entirely forgotten Old Lin's previous "lecture" and began to speak with reckless abandon.

But clearly, Wang Qiang's words resonated more with the crowd, especially young people like Wu Chao, who didn't have Old Lin's noble consciousness.

To them, the base's construction was the management's concern. For them, simply living happily was enough.

With the unnecessary talk over, Old Lin handed out ballpoint pens, one to each person. Afterward, they lowered their heads and began to write and draw on the blank forms in front of them.

Name: Tang Xiaoquan

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Past profession: Web designer

Any special skills:

The pen hovered over the white paper, and Tang Xiaoquan's lips twitched a couple of times involuntarily.

What special skills did he have?

After pondering for a while, Tang Xiaoquan still couldn't make a mark.

It's not that he was being pretentious; he really had nothing noteworthy to offer.

In terms of physical strength, he couldn't match Wang Qiang; in teaching, he wasn't as knowledgeable as Old Zhao; in management, Lin was far more experienced than he; when it came to farming, Dazhuang was an expert; even Acheng was far better than him in driving; and not to mention Wei Yang, whose nursing license was invaluable in this post-apocalyptic world.

After comparing, Tang Xiaoquan felt even more powerless. It seemed that everyone in the base had abilities stronger than his.

With a sigh, he marked an "X" in the skill column and continued to the next question: Are you willing to participate in the base's labor?

There was no doubt; for this question, Tang Xiaoquan didn't hesitate a bit and marked willing.

At the same time, he suggested aloud: "Everyone, notice the fifth point: 'Are you willing to participate in the base's labor?' We must add a note: 'If there are external tasks, we must go collectively!'"

"Why?" As a standout representative of "Why So Many Questions," Wang Qiang unsurprisingly asked.

"It's simple. We've just arrived here and aren't quite sure about the survivors' ability to deal with zombies. Soldiers aside, if any external task is with regular citizens, honestly, I wouldn't feel at ease. After all, we're comrades who have faced death together and just survived it. We're certainly more aware of the dangers and the ferocity of zombies compared to ordinary people leading peaceful lives here. Even during dangerous missions, we can coordinate well. But suddenly teaming with strangers..."

Pausing with intent, Tang Xiaoquan suddenly shifted his gaze to Wang Qiang: "Qiang, tell me, would you trust a stranger to watch your back the first time you meet?"

Unable to answer, Wang Qiang remained silent with a stern expression.

Indeed, would he entrust his back to a stranger?

Would a stranger save him at the cost of their life in his time of need?

After a moment of contemplation, Wang Qiang decisively picked up his pen and firmly wrote a large line in the fifth column:

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