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Chapter 615 - 163 Actually, I Always Believed That You Are the True Future of Humanity_4

Chapter 615: Chapter 163 Actually, I Always Believed That You Are the True Future of Humanity_4

But he never forced anyone to pay.

"This is leading by example. It doesn’t matter if you learn this or not, as long as I persist."

Old Zhong noticed Gu Hang’s surprised look and couldn’t help but smile; these were the stories he heard from chatting with Wang Kai, Guan Hao, and A’Hai.

Surprising at first, but somewhat reasonable upon further thought.

Soon.

The New Feng cold storage warehouse was reached, and the truck parked steadily at the door.

Three people got out of the truck.

They opened the door of the cold storage warehouse.

"Let’s start moving the goods, paying attention to the quantity," Lin Fan reminded.

Gu Hang was also wearing War Armor, which made moving things quite convenient. The three of them moved the meat from the cold storage to the truck piece by piece. Although it was hard work, these frozen goods could save lives.

Old Zhong moved the frozen meat, smelled it close to his nose—beyond the odor of freezing, there was still a smell of meat that was truly unforgettable.

After a long time, the truck was finally packed full.

Lin Fan came to the entrance and took out a bank card from his pocket, placing it on the table.

"To the unknown owner, to the unseen owner, here is our bank card. The PIN is written on the back. If one day the apocalypse is over and you can come back here, don’t be puzzled by this card; this is the money for your frozen goods."

Gu Hang and Old Zhong silently watched.

With no sign of surprise on their faces.

They were very familiar with this.

Heading for Sunshine Shelter, when the truck entered the shelter, a group of survivors had been waiting.

Lin Fan said to everyone, "Thanks for your hard work. Please move these into the freezer and keep them well-preserved."

A crowd gathered around and looked at the truckload of chilled meat, showing a stunned expression.

Then, out of amazement.

Someone exclaimed.

"Wow... meat, pork, there’s pork!"

"And there’s chicken, so much of it!"

"Wuu... I haven’t seen meat in so long, I’m drooling."

"Long live Brother Lin."

"Long live..."

Everyone was very excited; they had been hopeful about life from the beginning. At the start, when they were barely surviving in the apocalyptic city, they were indeed desperate about the future.

Since arriving at Sunshine Shelter, they felt that life still had hope.

Working hard every day, they hoped to make Sunshine Shelter better and better.

Previously, these foods would have been scorned by them—frozen goods, not fresh, uninteresting—they wanted only the freshest. But now, who would care about such things?

Having any was already very good.

They knew there were other survivors out there, but those people’s lives must be very difficult, nowhere near as easy as theirs.

Lin Fan looked at everyone’s joyful expressions.

A smile appeared on his face as well.

This was the goal he had always strived for. His goal was never grandiose; he just hoped that by his modest efforts, he could nurture a sense of hope in the hearts of a group of living people, to keep their humanity always filled with light.

A dark human nature has no future, otherwise, society would completely collapse.

Gu Hang came to Lin Fan’s side, "Don’t worry, these people are better off because of you. The smiles on their faces show that whether it’s the apocalypse or not, they are always facing the sunshine."

Lin Fan said, "I alone don’t have such power. This is a transmission. When everyone acts like this, everything will be wonderful. Hang, you take care of things here first. I’m going out to clean up the streets."

"Alright, stay safe."

"Mhm."

Lin Fan walked towards the door.

Guan Hao shouted, "Brother, I’m doing hot pot tonight, join us."

"Sure."

Lin Fan waved his hand and disappeared into the distance.

Nighttime.

Room 704.

A group of people sat around a table with a steaming hot pot filled with a variety of meats—this was the hot pot that many had been longing for.

Hot pot was also Lin Fan’s favorite food.

He used to go to hot pot restaurants by himself, which seemed extravagant and was expensive; dining alone would cost at least a hundred or more.

Thus, he often chose to go to revolving mini hot pots, where one pot cost around thirty.

As for making it at home, the taste was never right.

Guan Hao, Yan Nini, Wang Kai, A’Hai, Su Xiaoxiao, Lin Fan, all sat around the table with their appetites whetted, anticipating the delicious contents of the pot.

Guan Hao opened a bottle of Snow Beer for each person.

Hot pot paired with beer was very comforting.

"Big brother, let’s all take a swig together to celebrate the most lavish hot pot we’ve had since the apocalypse began."

"Alright."

Everyone raised their beer.

The table was filled with sliced beef, lamb, duck feet, vegetables, fish, and more, a rich variety. And tonight’s hot pot wasn’t just made by them; other survivors were also preparing hot pots.

Sniffing the aroma, one could smell the scent of hot pot throughout the streets.

Wang Kai gossiped, "What do you think is going on between Hang and Sister Hui? Sister Hui truly loves Hang, but it seems Hang is a bit reluctant, always avoiding."

Su Xiaoxiao interjected, "Love is reciprocal, it’s not about one’s willingness; the other must be willing too. I can see Sister Hui’s feelings for Hang, but I always feel her affection is more like a dependency, like the ancient tales of heroes saving beauty and offering themselves in return."

The fact is, human nature can’t resist gossip.

No matter who, everyone loves to hear it.

Lin Fan said, "Back when Yang Hui was pregnant, heavily so and close to giving birth, her husband wanted to survive and left with another group of survivors, abandoning Yang Hui. Only Hang stayed by her side, risking going out to gather supplies. Eventually, I found them and brought them back to Sunshine District. I can understand Yang Hui having unusual feelings for Hang, but I just don’t know if it’s really affection."