Go back ten minutes.
Fang Minhui and her daughter hid at the base of the wall behind the door to avoid Mr. Qi leading a group of upper-class people from rushing towards them.
Then when the upper class people were stunned when they saw Da Cha's body, Fang Minhui and Fang Lei took the opportunity to go upstairs.
As soon as she returned to the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, Fang Minhui received a text message from Tian Feng on her mobile phone;
[I will help you delay as much time as possible and get things done as soon as possible as I told you before. You only have this one chance! 】
After reading the news, Fang Minhui did not dare to delay and approached the working-class people who were sitting or lying in the hall.
Since last night, all the rooms below the tenth floor have been occupied by people from the upper class.
Therefore, those who are unwilling to give up their rooms for money are now being kicked out... exactly the same as in the previous life.
Everyone was already uneasy and filled with worries about the future.
After all, it is well known that so many people died during the second extreme heat wave.
Now those corpses are still concentrated in one room, for fear that the corpses will rot and stink in such a hot environment, polluting the air in the hall.
Who doesn’t worry that when the next wave of extreme heat comes, he will also turn into a corpse?
So after hearing the good news, everyone quickly gathered together.
Fang Minhui lowered her voice and said;
"Most of the rich people have gone down now, leaving only a few people to look after the kitchen. This is a good opportunity for us to grab supplies!"
Upon hearing this, some objected;
"Why are you robbing them? Mr. Qi said that after they move into the rooms on the third underground floor, both the kitchen and the rooms above will be given to us."
As soon as these words came out, everyone else nodded, obviously most of them thought so.
Fang Minhui immediately said;
"I just came up from the third underground floor. They can't live in that room. It won't be long before they come back."
"Furthermore, can you trust what the capitalists say? In this situation, do you think they will be kind enough to give us supplies?"
"The end is coming. Who doesn't want as many supplies as possible? Believe it or not, even if they live in a room on the third floor underground, they will take away the supplies in the kitchen!"
After hearing this, some people were shaken, but others were timid;
"It's just that the weather has been weird for a few days recently. How can we say the end is coming?"
"Yeah, maybe it'll be back to normal in two days, so don't take any chances."
"That's right. Besides, they are upper-class people in our city. They are all bosses of big companies."
"Yes, we have offended them. When the weather returns to normal, we are afraid that our jobs will not be guaranteed and we will not even be able to leave Jiaodong City anymore..."
Tian Feng, who was in the room on the third floor underground, had a panoramic view of this scene through the monitoring of the tablet screen.
There is also a Bluetooth headset plugged into the left ear, and the sound can be heard clearly.
At this time, Tian Feng was still talking to Mr. Qi through the air, stalling for time.
But that didn't stop him from laughing at those people upstairs;
'A group of timid and timid guys will never achieve great things on their own. '
'It seems that we still have to push them a little harder. Only by pushing them to their limit can their potential be unleashed. '
Thinking of this, Tian Feng held the phone with one hand and sent another text message to Fang Minhui.
Fang Minhui, who was in the lobby on the first floor, heard the message tone on her mobile phone and took a peek.
After reading it, she said righteously and in an emphatic tone;
"In the previous society, ordinary people like us were afraid that rich people like them would be squeezed, bullied and humiliated by them."
"But now that it's the end of the world, are you still going to do what you did before, lying on the ground without even wanting to turn over?"
"Yes, under normal circumstances, ordinary people can still survive if they endure the humiliation and bear the burden. If you feel aggrieved, just be a little more aggrieved."
"But if you don't fight for it now, you will die! Death from heat, starvation, illness, etc..."
After a pause, Fang Minhui forgot her words. She opened the phone screen again, took a sneak peek, and then continued;
"No matter how rich they were, how big a company they opened, and how high their social status was."
"That was all in the past, what's the use now? You can't survive by robbing our room and taking away kitchen supplies."
"Even when we wanted to use money to buy some food, they refused. What does that mean?"
"It shows that they already know in their hearts that the money in the apocalypse is useless, it's all waste paper!"
"But some of you gave up your room for the waste paper, and some of you worked for them for the waste paper."
"Believe it or not, if this continues, you will have no life to spend the money you have!"
After hearing such words, everyone had different thoughts, but they were all greatly touched.
Some people thought of giving up their rooms for several times the room fee, thus causing their loved ones to die in the second wave of extreme heat.
Some people also think of people in the upper class casually promising something, and then they themselves will act as cannon fodder regardless of the danger.
But they paid so much, but what did they get in the end?
I didn't see what I promised. Instead, the room was robbed and the supplies were occupied.
What is the difference between this and society where resources and dividends are monopolized by those in the upper class?
Those people enjoy the richest material life and can speak eloquently to people with poor resources;
"You have to work hard. Only by working hard can you have a good life. If you are dissatisfied with your current life, it only means that your efforts are not enough..."
fart!
People who work 996 hours a day, aren’t they working hard enough?
Are the workers moving bricks on the construction site not working hard enough?
Even the most hard-working farmers, who face the loess and turn their backs to the sky, sow in the spring, transplant rice in the summer, harvest in the autumn, and plow the soil in the winter, have no time to spare all year round. Who works harder than them?
But in the end, a person who has no mud on his fingers, lives in a building with scales, and is covered with silkworms is not a sericulture person!
The efforts of people at the bottom are just to make the lives of those at the top better.
"Xiao Li, Xiao Wang, Xiao Zhang, do your best. Next year I will change a car, change an apartment, and find a sister-in-law for you, hahaha..."
Is it possible that similar things happen to every ordinary person?
After thinking about this, I finally succeeded in arousing these people's dissatisfaction with those upper-class people.
"That's right! We have been oppressed and squeezed by them before. There is no reason why we should still indulge them after the end of the world!"
"They all have one nose, one mouth, two arms and two legs. What are we afraid of them?"
"While they are down with weapons, join forces and take back everything that belongs to us!"
"That's right! Grab it back, grab it back..."
In the room on the third floor underground, Tian Feng saw this scene and the corners of his mouth curled up;
"Class subversion is about to begin. Those of you with the surname Qi who have always been at the top should also experience life at the bottom, haha!"
