When Mr. Qi led a group of upper-class people back to the lobby on the first floor from the third underground floor.
Looking at the kitchen door that had been tightly closed, he listened to the bruised and bruised people next to him describing the situation.
"Mr. Qi, these bastards are so lawless!"
"Yes, none of us are bosses with a net worth of over 100 million. They are just stinky part-time workers. How dare they!"
"When the natural disaster passes, I will definitely use all my connections and means to make it impossible for all of them to survive in Jiaodong City!"
"Yes! We must teach them a lesson and let them know what the class gap is. We are from the upper class circles in Jiaodong City..."
All the upper-class people think of themselves as bosses, losing their temper and saying all kinds of cruel things.
It's as if they are still like before, able to control the fate of many ordinary people with just a few words.
For example, hiring "temporary workers" when business is good and laying off employees when business is bad are not decisions that only require one sentence for them.
But for many ordinary people, it is often the turning point of a person's fate, or even the ups and downs of a family...
These noisy sounds made Mr. Qi irritable, until at a certain moment he shouted loudly;
"Shut your mouth!"
The beeping of the upper class people finally stopped, and all of them looked at him.
Mr. Qi held the weapon in his hand and said in a deep voice to the bruised and bruised people;
"waste!"
"Before I took people away, didn't I tell you that I wanted you to go into the kitchen and lock the door?"
"I also specifically told you that no one can open it without a message from me. How on earth did you get the door broken and robbed the kitchen?"
The few upper-class people who were scolded lowered their heads, like elementary school students who had done something wrong, and were submissive;
"Mr. Qi, after you took people down, there was no news for such a long time. We are also worried."
"Ah, yes, yes, and those bastards didn't know where they learned it from. They pretended to bring you news and tricked us into opening the door..."
It turned out that when Fang Minhui and her daughter returned to the hall on the first floor and gathered everyone to discuss, the kitchen door was still closed.
The few upper-class people who were left behind were indeed ordered by Mr. Qi to keep an eye on their "home".
And they can't open the door until they get news of the success of "pushing down the tower". After all, they don't have weapons in their hands, and there aren't as many people as the working-class people.
When the deterrent effect is lost, the balance of the situation may be disturbed, and trouble may easily occur.
I have to say that Mr. Qi was quite thoughtful and did not forget to keep his "home" when he was "pushing down the tower".
But he still can't prevent his pig teammates, or in other words, as a capital boss who is good at playing with human nature, he will inevitably stumble on human nature.
The few upper-class people who were left behind were in the kitchen with the door locked, and they didn't get any news from Mr. Qi for a long time.
As time goes by, it is inevitable that you will think too much;
'Mr. Qi won't abandon us, will he? '
'They have moved into a comfortable room on the third floor underground, so they don't want to care about us, right? '
Once this kind of speculation starts to arise in your mind, your mentality will inevitably be unstable.
During this period, some people sent messages to Mr. Qi to inquire about the situation, but did not receive a reply.
Because at that time, Tian Feng happened to be making harsh words to delay time. Mr. Qi was so frightened that it was surprising that he could pay attention to the messages on his mobile phone.
This made them even more anxious and murmuring.
At the same time, Fang Minhui and her daughter had united everyone and were ready to take action.
They were also a bit tricky at first with the closed kitchen door.
Fortunately, Tian Feng gave them another trick by sending a message to Fang Minhui.
Just like Mr. Qi did to the chef at that time, he tricked them into opening the door.
Several people banged on the door and shouted;
"We just went down to take a look. Mr. Qi and the others have moved into a room on the third floor underground. Haven't you heard the news yet?"
"That's right, didn't I mean that after we conquered the three underground rooms, you would all go down and live there, and the kitchen and rooms above would be returned to us. Are you going to regret it?"
"You guys should go down and live quickly. It's much better there than here. Not only is the temperature suitable, but there are countless supplies. I see they are all starting to drink cold beer..."
Upon hearing this, the upper class people in the kitchen were shocked.
They had long been speculating because they had not received any news from Mr. Qi.
Now, coupled with the words of those outside the door, they couldn't sit still. They felt that they had really been abandoned by Mr. Qi.
Therefore, it was not, as they said, that they opened the door because they had not received the news for a long time and were worried about Mr. Qi.
But because I was afraid of being abandoned and not being able to live in the three-story underground room with a comfortable temperature and abundant supplies, I only opened the door in a hurry.
There is no way, human nature is like this. In a harsh environment, who doesn't care about themselves first?
Then if you think this way, you will naturally feel that other people will think the same way as you.
As a result, bad emotions such as suspicion, suspicion, and distrust will spread until they completely blind people's reason...
Relying on these bad qualities in human nature, Tian Feng successfully helped Fang Minhui and others seize the kitchen.
In this way, Mr. Qi and other upper-class people not only failed to grab a room on the third underground floor, but also lost their kitchen supplies.
Suddenly, they fell directly from the highest level of society before the natural disaster to the lowest level.
They have become a group of people with three things: no materials, no territory, and no words!
It just corresponds to the many ordinary people in society who had no money, no house, and no right to speak!
How can upper class people accept this huge contrast?
They all looked at Mr. Qi. After all, at this moment, he was the only one holding a weapon.
Mr. Sun thought for a moment and said;
"Mr. Qi, how about we try to trick them into opening the door like last time."
"Then you take the opportunity to shoot the person who opened the door, and we swarm over and snatch the kitchen and supplies back!"
Upon hearing this suggestion, Mr. Qi looked at Mr. Sun as if he was looking at something.
"Do you think a person will fall into the same pit twice? Only a fool can be that stupid!"
As he said that, Mr. Qi turned his attention to those people with bruises and swollen faces, and glared fiercely.
Those people quickly lowered their heads, not daring to meet Mr. Qi's eyes. They knew very well that Mr. Qi made a pun and scolded them for being stupid.
But now is not the time to care about these things. Many people can imagine what will happen if materials are lost in a doomsday environment.
We must regain some supplies as soon as possible, at least to solve the food problem for the next meal, otherwise, something terrible will definitely happen!
Mr. Qi thought for a moment and then spoke;
"The hotel manager, is he also in there?"
