The number of two million can already be called a large base, which can at least meet the needs of human reproduction.
At least most countries have built large underground bases ranging from two million to five million.
Such as China's tens or even hundreds of millions are no longer underground bases, but underground cities.
Eighty units were allocated, and a preliminary plan was obtained after a three-hour meeting.
Countries with more bases will naturally be allocated more. Countries with fewer bases will mostly have one or two sets to ensure that the bases can continue to be built.
After China distributed forty sets of anti-seismic platforms to major bases, it also held a meeting under the arrangement of Luo Jingzhong.
Although the first-level combat readiness during this period ensured the efficiency of underground city construction, it also brought huge pressure.
Under such high pressure, many issues exposed need to be raised and resolved at meetings.
Luo Jingzhong sat on a chair and looked at the soldiers who had not had a good rest for a long time like him and spoke slowly.
"Tell me about it. What are the difficulties in every aspect?"
"General wisdom, our resources..."
"The Ministry of Resources has the final say. Where are the others?"
The soldier was interrupted just as he opened his mouth. Looking at Luo Jingzhong's calm face, he touched his bald hair and sighed.
"There is something wrong with people's hearts. Now some people are tired of working."
After the words fell, Luo Jingzhong's expression suddenly became serious.
"Be specific. I want to know the general situation."
The soldier nodded, flipped through the documents in front of him and began to introduce.
"The initial feeling of being tired of work spread among young people around the age of 20, a large part of whom were originally small gangsters."
"Later, driven by this sentiment, many people have begun to shorten their working hours."
"According to expert analysis, if this continues, the construction of the base will definitely not be completed within the time limit."
Luo Jingzhong frowned and looked at the group of people around him: "You've all heard it, tell me what you think?"
"In troubled times, heavy codes are used. I suggest lowering the rating."
"No, we cannot let this sentiment spread on a large scale. Once panic occurs, we will be finished before the end."
"Then reduce working hours?"
“This emotion is essentially a struggle against a high-pressure environment, and it cannot be solved by reducing working hours.”
…
Suggestions were put forward one after another, but were quickly rejected. It was originally just a matter caused by a group of gangsters, which made the entire conference room fall into depression.
Ten minutes later, the head of education sitting at the end of the conference room suddenly asked: "What are those celebrities doing now?"
"Those who have changed their nationality have been thrown out. Those with bad records are at the construction site. If there is no problem, they should be in the logistics department now."
Hearing this, Luo Jingzhong also realized what it meant.
"Can it be done?"
"I am an educator and have been teaching students for more than 20 years. Now that all entertainment activities have stopped, people need a way to relax."
In fact, the person in charge of education is very clear about the source of this emotion. People are under too much pressure nowadays.
In a state of combat readiness, everyone is a soldier and a screw in the big machine of building dungeons.
What kind of life did most people live before?
In a highly information-based society, there are various forms of entertainment and countless ways to relieve stress.
They were ordinary people, not strictly trained warriors. They were suddenly transformed into this environment and found it difficult to adapt for a while.
"Stars...can they do it?"
To be honest, Luo Jingzhong began to agree with this suggestion, but it was difficult for him to have any confidence in celebrities.
"Let's give it a try and carefully select a group of comedians. That group of comedians shouldn't be a big problem."
After hearing this, Luo Jingzhong leaned on his chair and thought for a long time.
"Then it's decided. Three hundred comedy stars and three hundred singers will be dispatched to various bases to perform."
"Make sure to nip this emotion in the cradle!"
…
The meeting lasted for a full seven hours, and each issue was raised, discussed, and resolved, leaving nothing exposed during this period.
Late at night, in the construction dormitory of the Saibei underground base, a group of people were sitting around the table listening to two people talking about cross talk.
Suddenly, the door was violently pushed open, and a figure wearing a safety helmet walked in quickly.
"Old Qin, Hua'er has good news!"
The two people on the stage looked at each other, and then a smile appeared.
"Have your infertility been cured?"
"Sister-in-law is pregnant?"
Everyone's excited faces stiffened with one sentence: "Don't make trouble, hurry up and sign the official documents and pack your things. A helicopter will pick you two up in twenty minutes."
Hearing this, the crosstalk duo's expressions became serious, and they quickly took the documents and started flipping them.
"It's just based on level one..."
"That's called transferring to the first level of combat readiness according to the instructions. Forget it, let me do it!"
Hua'er glanced at Lao Qin, then took the document and read it.
[According to the artist management regulations under the first level of combat readiness, 300 comedians and 300 singers are currently recruited to perform for workers in 38 bases. 】
[In order to ensure the livelihood of the artist, from the date of signing of this document, a subsidy of 140 credits will be given for each performance. 】
…
The sections add up to several pages, and it took Hua'er five minutes to read them.
Lao Qin looked at Hua'er who put down the documents with a pair of clear eyes that revealed stupidity: "What do you mean?"
Hua'er: Co-author: Have I been lonely in the past five minutes?
The figure wearing a safety helmet smiled and patted Lao Qin on the shoulder: "Probably you will perform in different bases next, and you can get 140 credits for each performance."
"real?"
"Really, the documents are all written. Sign them quickly and pack your things. The helicopter will be here in a minute!"
After hearing this, Lao Qin quickly pulled out the box from under his bed and carefully wiped the dust on it.
"I thought I would never have the chance to wear it in this life!"
Hua'er also pulled out her suitcase with a smile on her face: "I don't know if there will be room to hang it in the future, so be careful when wearing it."
At the same time, in the large underground city construction base in the three eastern provinces, a figure rubbed his waist and took off his helmet.
"What happened?"
"Brother Bao, the documents are here, let's continue the skit!"
"ah?"
"Here are the documents. Read it yourself."
Brother Bao quickly took the document and looked through it for a while, and then his eyes became thoughtful.
He is a well-known black treasure in front of the screen. He has left many works with his dark, mean and slightly silly performance style.
