The panic continued to spread and devoured people's desire for life. The base ceased operating normally in an instant and no one came to execute the orders given by Father Gong. Everyone was immersed in their despair, their outlook very negative.
Once people's hope collapsed, the only thing waiting for them was death. And not by zombies, but by themselves. If this continued on, the suicide rate on the base would continue to rise and human beings would push themselves further into despair.
Lin Wenbo made a lap around the base and knew that the negative emotions of the people should be eliminated as soon as possible. After a little bit of thought, he took Gong Lixin to the broadcasting room and instructed him, "Xiaoxin, save your previous advice of using the Bugu Dan for us and tell the people about how we will find plants that are suitable to be eaten and make grow them. No matter how bad the situation, there will definitely be grain storages in strategic locations across the country. We can go and search for those granaries. There are enough food for the one billion people of country C to eat for a year, and with only thousands remaining, it should be enough. Before the food is all eaten up, we will definitely find a solution."
Gong Lixin nodded as he carefully listened, waiting for Lin Wenbo to come to an end before seriously suggesting, "Big Brother Lin, please help me write a script. I don't understand everything and am afraid that I won't be able to speak well." Something like 'strategic reserve'...when he thought about the word, he understood it, but when it was put all together, it became completely unclear. He might end up mistaking Big Brother Lin's meaning.
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Lin Wenbo looked at the other's ignorant face and suddenly laughed. The last gloom in his heart disappeared without a trace. This was the so-called being so ignorant that one was fearless, right? No wonder Xiaoxin never knew what the thing called 'fear' was and always kept his calm. It was really unexpectedly cute! That's good. He didn't need to think about complicated things in his heart, because he would be there for him.
With that protective thought, Lin Wenbo rubbed the youth's hair lovingly and compassionately before he began to draft a speech as he promised. Although Xiaoxin was not good at speaking neither did he have the skill of speech, this kind of inspiring words could only be used to the greatest effect by him because, in the people's mind, he was the protector of the people and they believed him.
Lin Wenbo was a very successful businessman. The thing that he was the best at was grasping the human heart. An emotional speech soon formed under his pen. He handed the thin sheet of paper and softly said, "Xiaoxin, just follow the thought, you don't need to pay attention to any of the details. As long as you are you, the people will surely believe and cheer up." Because there was no one who knew better than him how terribly contagious this teenager was and how addictive his influence is.
"Hn." Gong Lixin nodded cautiously and, after Lin Wenbo turned on the microphone, he read out every word of the speech.
Because he had left his studies for over a year, he was not very familiar with simplified characters, so he spoke very slowly, but his pronunciation was exceptionally clear. There was no anxiety, no fear and no despair, only a melodious voice. It was calm, as calm as the clearest and purest spiritual spring in the world and had a soothing power.
Father Gong, who had been working as if he had been working for five years, didn't see anyone for a long time. When he returned from the farmland to the prison, he heard the encouraging and comforting words of his son. He paused and couldn't help listening in. His frowning brows unconsciously relaxed. The people in the base also forgot their panic, calming down bit by bit and a tumultuous smile slowly crossed their faces. On the verge of despair, on the verge of riots, the overwhelming amount of prisoners who had been exploited by Kang Zhengyuan and Bao Long also calmed down their violent emotions, even the guards with whips walked towards the farmlands, ready to work.
