In the conference room
The rescue team led by Chen Tianjun was wolfing down their food.
The meal wasn't particularly sumptuous.
Four dishes and a soup.
But there was plenty to go around.
And it was all hot.
Along the way, they ate whatever they could find in the city; if they found nothing, they ate compressed biscuits and energy bars.
It had been a long time since they had eaten such a delicious meal.
The aging Wu Zicheng and some prominent figures, as well as those talent-named by Chen Tianjun, had gathered here.
Of course, except for those who were already dead.
"Chief Chen, what's the situation at the Settlement Camp now?"
After Chen Tianjun finished eating, Wu Zicheng looked at him expectantly and asked tremblingly.
The safety zone had always been an ideal place in their hearts.
Especially now, Wang Hao had taken over the Blue Sky Villa District, adopting a system of distribution according to work.
He was an old man and no longer strong.
