Lunch is rice with white flowers. Speaking of this, we have to mention the matters Tang Xiaoquan confessed to Wei Yang at the beginning of the operation.
Considering the danger of this mission, Tang Xiaoquan specifically asked Weiyang to provide each team member with enough material reserves for one day.
According to Tang Xiaoquan's instructions, Weiyang not only provided corresponding individual backpacks to each participating team member, but also carefully prepared portable supply bags for them that could be carried close to the body.
In order to cope with the current situation, who would have thought that the individual lost situation did not happen, but the tragedy of collective disaster happened to the survivors.
These pouches themselves are not big, only about the size of a palm, but the contents inside are quite rich.
From matches that can be used as energy, to rice that can be eaten; from carefully polished iron pieces, to pills that provide basic treatment.
It can be said responsibly that Wei Yang put all his effort and thought into the production of this small supply bag.
And it is her responsible attitude that allows the team to still have the opportunity to enjoy the benefits of rice in this extremely critical moment.
The amount of rice was not much. After all, the size of the bags was there, and each bag contained at least more than a handful. At first, Wei Yang was considering adding water to cook porridge for those who left the team.
After all, it is impossible and unnecessary to carry this thing close to your body, so it seems a bit shabby when the cooked rice is piled in the huge basin.
However, the survivors did not take this seriously. Perhaps only those who have experienced the desperate situation of life and death can understand what "contentment and gratitude" really mean.
"Oh~ It's a pity that the lieutenant is not here. Otherwise, let her see Brother Hu's condition, and she should be able to find a way to wake him up!"
During the meal, Wang Qiang's mind was always on Hu Xiaodong, and his mouth kept chattering.
And it was precisely because of his "tireless" repetition that most of the people looked solemn and each took the rice from the bowl thoughtfully.
Suddenly, the dull Zhao Yunhai seemed to have thought of something. He slowly stopped the chopsticks in his hand and muttered to himself: "I don't know what's going on in the factory now?"
yes! What's going on in the factory now?
According to the agreement, the outgoing team should contact the factory area before entering the city and starting operations. The purpose of this is to achieve mutual information sharing and to confirm the radio transmission and reception range.
But now that this is happening, it is obvious that the planned matters cannot be carried out.
After hearing what Lao Zhao said to himself, Lin Junfu couldn't help but frowned. As a leader who had had similar experiences, he could imagine how Wang Junfa, who was staying in the factory and responsible for the overall situation, felt.
"I think Lao Wang must be dying of anxiety now!" He also muttered, but his words attracted the attention of Tang Xiaoquan beside him.
After all, compared to Lin Junfu and Wang Junfa's attitude towards others, Tang Xiaoquan still knew very little about them.
At least, in Tang Xiaoquan's view, the latter always looked "weak and critically ill".
When it comes to this emergency, Tang Xiaoquan is inevitably worried that the latter will cause trouble due to improper handling.
Perhaps he also sensed the young man's thoughts. After Lin Junfu finished speaking, he added meaningfully: "But Lao Wang has been in business for so many years and has experienced many storms and waves. He wants to deal with it." This issue should be out of the question.”
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Tang Xiaoquan's originally worried face became slightly calmer.
So in fact, what is the state of Wang Junfa in Zhongkun Textile, dozens of kilometers away at this moment? Can he really handle this sudden incident properly?
Under the scorching sun, a slightly lean figure lingered under the halo of the scorching sun. Next to this figure, the tall and round man was also extremely anxious.
Yes, these two people are Wang Junfa and Wang Daguo who stayed at Zhongkun Textile.
"What the hell~ Factory Director Wang, it's been almost three hours, why don't you think Lao Lin and the others haven't responded yet?"
Wang Junfa was somewhat irritated by Wang Daguo's "buzzing" like a "fly".
But fortunately, his "self-cultivation" is strong enough, otherwise if he had a character like Wang Qiang or Da Zhuang, he would have been scolded long ago.
It's just a matter of self-restraint, but now Wang Junfa's mentality is the same as that of a big country, like a huge wave in a strong wind, churning endlessly.
The steps under his feet were getting faster and faster, Wang Junfa kept smoking the cigarette in his hand, and the red light was moving back quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At his feet, the ground was already full of cigarette butts, and ashes were everywhere.
"What should I do? Should I take the initiative to contact Lao Lin and the others?"
Wang Junfa has been thinking about this issue for a long time, but he can't make up his mind.
Because in his heart, he was eager to know the situation of the outgoing team.
But he was also worried whether his hasty contact would bring unnecessary trouble to the other party.
After all, Wang Junfa didn't know what kind of situation the outgoing team was in. What if the team was besieged by zombies or was avoiding zombies. Then his "seemingly well-intentioned" call may cause "fatal" trouble to the team members.
So after hesitating for a long time, he couldn't decide whether to pay attention or get in touch with him.
But time is always the most loyal executor of the "Creator", and it will not and cannot "hesitate" because of Wang Junfa's confusion.
Seeing that the midday sun had shifted, Wang Junfa's heart became more and more anxious, and the sweat on his cheeks kept dripping down like a stream.
Maybe it was because his "stand-up comedy" was too boring, or maybe he lost his temper due to being exposed to the sun.
All in all, Wang Daguo, who was still "buzzing" in Wang Junfa's ears, now seemed like a wilted cabbage and closed his mouth listlessly, sitting alone in a corner of the factory gate, smoking the cigarette in his hand.
The smoke that is constantly spitting out wraps the swaying figure of Wang Junfa, and the dream-like image seems to be in an illusion.
Suddenly, the shadow in the halo stopped. Wang Daguo raised his head in confusion, but saw that Old Wang was frozen in place as if his acupuncture points had been tapped.
And just when he was about to ask the latter what was going on, the latter took out the walkie-talkie inserted into his waist without any warning, then decisively pressed the call knob and shouted: "Old Lin, Old Lin, I am Lao Wang, if you hear me, please answer me! If you hear me, please answer me!"
PS: Thanks to book friend 150317153010336 for the tip this afternoon. Thanks again for the fruit.
