Li Dalong in his own store does not have Si Fan's leisure, he can now be said to have no joy or sorrow, but he is fully engaged in the evaluation of the customer's task, all the attention is on this, he wants these customers to pay for his wisdom, he wants to build his own channel.

Now that the company is built, customers are gradually available, and the upstream channels are in the outside world, he still needs to contact, but he needs too many people to contact immediately, so he is also crazy.

Where are his resources? No one knows, Li Dalong's eyes are on the outside of the security zone, he knows that there must be people outside who can't come in now, and they must want to wait for the opening of the security zone.

There were a large number of people outside who wanted to come in, they had heard about the treatment here, but they never knew that it was still a small number of them who could get in, and they could only wait, waiting for the security zone to be expanded.

It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon when the Crazy Max convoy arrived, and it was usually a bright time when people were waiting for a good time off work and discussing what to eat for dinner.

It was the best time of the day, and when the car arrived, they seemed to smell the delicious food, which should not be smelled by the filtered air, but their memories still reminded them of those wonderful smells.

It was the aroma of the steak and a serving of peas, and it was the most wonderful dinner.

Unfortunately, they don't have these things, only disgusting cereal porridge and biscuits, drink refrigerated milk, and then imagine a better tomorrow, and wait until tomorrow they can enjoy a good life in the safety zone, and start a three-year coolie life, so that every day there is a hope, and once the three years are over, maybe they can take the task and have their own place.

It is even said that some of them can pick the target of the mission in advance, keeping the place.

Although it is an incentive to oppress, it is undeniably the greatest temptation for them.

They love the temptation, it's just amazing, and as long as they have this predetermined goal, they will be full of energy when they work.

The people of the whole car are experiencing a good life, and the car is constantly moving forward.

The environment in the car seemed to suddenly become serious, and many people were already smiling, but they also became solemn for a second.

They want to be in the best shape for it.

At this time, they were all ready for all the reasons to be happy.

Mad Max, who is usually very eccentric, is now less eccentric, and he is waiting for the final orders.

The last command after entering the security zone is that the open road car is on standby outside, and the other vehicles enter the designated parking area of the security zone, and then wait for the arrangement and registration.

He went to register as a coolie, and then the convoy moved on to the next group.

But at this time, all the cars in front suddenly stopped, and after the road car stopped, the vehicles behind also stopped, and the atmosphere was stagnant, they knew that this stop was not a good phenomenon, and the crazy Max had that hideous expression on his serious face again. He picked up the phone.

Before he could call, the phone was ringing.

He picked up the phone, and before he could ask the question, he was already yelling.

"Boss Max, something happened ahead, we weren't the first to go to the safe zone, and we weren't the last, there were other people rushing over, it seems like the safe zone is under martial law now. The words on the other side of the phone seemed to be very nervous.

Mad Max was already stunned, completely stunned, he never thought that so many people had arrived, and he had even been under martial law, that is, the channel to enter was blocked.

Inside they have been prevented from entering.

"Go, let me ask, what's going on?" he shouted frantically, his voice a little hoarse.

This has to be figured out.

The guy in front of him obviously knew what kind of temper his boss was, and he was afraid that he would be shot by the boss behind him and be killed directly.

Cowering in wearing homemade clothes to prevent pollution, constantly checking the air quality monitoring equipment in his hands.

I'm afraid I'll die here.

He would not dare to toss so much in an absolutely polluted area, but this is already the edge of the safety zone, and the quality of the air has reached an acceptable limit.

It's about the same as the heavily polluted areas of the world.

He walked over with a smile, and what he saw was not the official manager, but some people from other places who were willing to take risks, the origins of these people were very complicated, there were Lao Mo, Lao Mi, and people from Huaxia, but they were the people who took the risk to come to the United States, and they didn't even have the nationality of the United States, nor did they have a green card, and now they came here to try the opportunity.

The owner here is a Chinese person, and they are confident enough that if the other party is unwilling to accept them, they will not drive them away.

This is an opportunity for them. The opportunity to get citizenship, and even the qualifications for this safe zone, to own a house that many Chinese people have struggled for all their lives.

So what else to consider, of course they have to fight hard.

Many of the old Mo who came with them also have this idea, there are a lot of people with the same idea, they are still working hard, and they don't care about any danger at this time, they can survive outside the safe zone, but they need to wear a heavy mask, waste a small bottle of oxygen every day to fill their surroundings, to breathe, to ensure their health.

They are very stingy, and outside of a distinctly white line, there are people living one by one, and they have their own tents, and they live inside.

The younger brother didn't dare to provoke them like this, but with the figure in mind, he still went over to find a guy who was obviously patrolling outside and asked.

"Brother, why don't you go in?" he asked, genuinely cautiously.

The person on the other side apparently had time to explain the work.

He smiled, then coughed twice.

"Of course we want to go in, but it's not possible, the other side has so much people to absorb every day, and we don't need more people, so we're just waiting here for the opportunity. He said it calmly.

The younger brother on the side also looked at this ground, the closer to the front, it seemed that the tent was smaller, and the people behind the tent were spacious.

He looked at these people.

Some are enlightened, some are understood, and some are still wanted to ask.

The man had apparently had an idea for a long time.

"You can go in and try it, but if you break in, you'll be evicted and won't be allowed to enter until the city is built. He reminded.