All these forces forced Feng Delong to grow rapidly, and now he has really begun to think about the issue of distribution according to work.
Those worms who do nothing should be left to fend for themselves. With Feng Delong's ability and strength, he does not need to care about the moral kidnapping of those people.
Seeing the end of the world coming, more than three months have passed since the outbreak of the zombie virus. Anyone can see that human civilization can no longer go back.
If the solidified ideological and moral constraints before the end of the world are still applicable to the end of the world, it would be an insult to the survivors who are trying to survive.
"Starting from tomorrow, food will be distributed according to work. According to everyone's contribution, corresponding food will be distributed. Those who do nothing will have no food!"
Feng Delong said in a low voice that even for the few survivors who followed him, he had to make changes. He had had enough of surviving in the apocalypse with dozens of oil bottles.
Not only do these people not know how to be grateful, they also take everything for granted, so they feel at ease.
Hearing what Feng Delong said, the survivors who were staring at the fire in silence were slightly stunned at first, but soon someone stood up angrily and loudly accused:
“Why should we distribute according to work!
We are a collective and must be distributed fairly and equally! "
The person who spoke was a young man in a suit. He was a small manager of the Wuhong Mountain Scenic Area. He relied on his family's backing to yell at the merchants in Wuhong Mountain before the end of the world.
This young man's words were completely different from the response Feng Delong had just asked when he asked who wanted to go out with him to look for food. It could be said that there was a response.
"Feng Delong, how can you be so selfish!"
A middle-aged woman with a mean look stood up, glared at Feng Delong and scolded him.
These people looked at Feng Delong angrily and pointed at him. People who didn't know the situation would have thought that Feng Delong was some crazy evil man.
However, in fact, Feng Delong only proposed a reasonable distribution according to work, so that everyone can contribute to the collective. The amount can be determined according to personal circumstances, but there must be a clear attitude.
But in the end, these moths reacted as if Feng Delong wanted to kill their whole family.
Before Feng Delong could speak, another powerful evolver who had been following Feng Delong stood up, pointed at these people, and roared angrily:
"Who is selfish?
We share the food we find with you to eat together, but as for you, you do nothing but pick and choose every day.
You are so selfless, but you, the big bosses, have never seen you giving all the money in your bank cards to the poor to spend before the end of the world! "
Ma Qiang's anger made him want to crush several people to death immediately to vent his anger. If he didn't think that Feng Delong was a good person and stronger than him, he would have left early and would not pay attention to these blood-sucking bugs.
After his anger reached its peak, Ma Qiang finally couldn't bear it anymore...
But with just such a sentence, the aggrieved survivors turned their attention to Ma Qiang.
"Ma Qiang! Why are you talking!
We earn all that money one by one, so why should we give it to the poor? If all the money we earn has to be given to others, then what’s the point of making money!
These are two different concepts! This is different! ! "
The middle-aged woman glared with toad eyes, pinched her waist and fought back loudly.
Several people behind him quickly echoed:
"Yes! This is not the same thing at all and cannot be compared!"
"Ma Qiang! Don't change your concepts here and find reasons for your selfishness!"
"Yes, yes! You are selfish!"
"..."
Ma Qiang felt like he was going to be furious. He was obviously above these people, but he still had to be pointed at and scolded by these people and suffered such a kingly anger.
"Why is this different?
Why is it not the same thing!
You don’t want to share the money you earn with others. Why should we share the food we collect with you! ! ! "
Ma Qiang's fists clenched loudly, his chest heaved violently, and anger spurted out of his eyes like real flames.
Facing the furious Ma Qiang, the survivors, led by the middle-aged woman, all had angry expressions.
"The food you are looking for is ownerless. Without an owner, it is public property. Since it is public property, we have the right to share it!"
The middle-aged woman felt as if she had been given a shot of chicken blood at this time. From the bottom of her heart, she felt that everything was as it should be. Little people like Ma Qiang and Feng Delong who worked as waiters should be successful for their money and status. To serve people, you should hold their thighs and kneel to support them.
Ma Qiang raised his fist tremblingly. Why should he reason with these hypocritical people when things can be solved with fists?
"Ma Qiang!"
Before he could swing his fist, Feng Delong shouted to Ma Qiang in a low voice, making Ma Qiang's fist stop in the air.
When the middle-aged woman saw Ma Qiang raising his fist, she was so frightened that she tensed up and thought she was going to be beaten. But when she saw Ma Qiang being restrained, her confidence instantly returned.
The middle-aged woman frowned and took a big step forward. She felt that Feng Delong and others did not dare to hit her.
"Hit me! Come and beat me!"
snort! No guts!
Do you know why you can only be a waiter? It's because you have no culture and no quality!
So you can always be lower than others, and you can only vent your incompetence through violence! "
The anger in Ma Qiang's eyes had turned into murderous intent with the middle-aged woman's repeated provocations.
However, Feng Delong's face could not see any change other than being gloomier. After all, he usually had a cold face.
Feng Delong walked up to Ma Qiang and separated Ma Qiang and the middle-aged woman.
"Okay! Since you said so, we will leave tomorrow and everyone will live their own lives from now on!"
Feng Delong stared at the middle-aged woman and said expressionlessly.
When Feng Delong said he wanted to leave, the middle-aged woman became anxious. They didn't dare to leave at all, and naturally they couldn't find any food. If Feng Delong and the others were allowed to leave, they would starve to death without anyone providing food.
"No! You can't leave! Who will protect us if you leave!
You have what it takes! We should protect the weak.
If we have the ability, we will definitely protect you! "
Seeing Feng Delong's silence, the middle-aged woman was like a proud rooster, raising her chin proudly.
"Feng Delong, you people have never seen much of the world.
So you don't understand many things, and you don't have much vision. You follow us, we provide the brains, and you provide the strength, so that everyone can live well, right?
At worst, after this disaster is over, each of us will give you some money and treat it as reward. It’s not too much. I still have a few million in my card!
How much money can you make a year as a waiter?
so......"
The middle-aged woman's words stopped abruptly without any warning!
Feng Delong, who had been silent all the time, kept raising his right arm. At some point, his arm turned into a long knife, with bright red blood stains on the sharp blade.
The middle-aged woman's toad eyes stared hard, with a look of disbelief on her face.
She first felt a chill on her neck, and then waves of warmth spurted out from her neck. She wanted to speak, but she could only make a gurgling sound.
The woman realized something and strangled her neck with both hands. The proud expression on her face disappeared, leaving only fear.
The woman just struggled for a few breaths, and her body fell heavily to the ground. In just a moment, her whole body was stained red.
"Ah! Killed!"
Someone in the crowd exclaimed, and they dispersed in a hurry, leaving the middle-aged woman's body as if they were avoiding snakes and scorpions.
Feng Delong shook the long knife to turn the blood on his arm, and said in a cold voice:
“I’m not asking for your opinion, I’m informing you!
From tomorrow on, everyone will live their own lives. Your life and death have nothing to do with us.
Um...no...
Yes...we can easily control your life and death. It's easier to crush you to death than to kill a zombie! "
Ma Qiang's anger slowly disappeared with the death of the middle-aged woman, and the resentment that had been stagnated in his heart finally came out.
Bang! ! !
Ma Qiang punched the rocks on the ground to pieces, the threat in his eyes obvious.
"If you don't accept it, you can come together!
If you can't tell me what you say with your words, I will use my fist to correct your fallacies! "
