Latest URL: Three years later.

Yanjing Airport welcomed a group of special guests. There were over a thousand of them, wearing uniform yellow uniforms, with haggard expressions, and they gathered in one place timidly, looking at everything around them curiously.

Some passers-by looked at this group of people curiously, and some media reporters kept taking pictures of them.

"Which tour group is this from?" someone asked curiously.

"What tour group?" The respondent smiled and said, "Did your family just connect to the Internet? These are all South Korean refugees. This is the seventh batch, and they will all be taken to the Tibetan area or the Porta construction site for screening. sand."

Three years ago, the outbreak of the zombie virus in South Korea caused a sensation all over the world. At one time, people were very worried about the spread of the zombie virus to the world, causing a tragedy like the extinction of mankind in the doomsday movie.

But luckily, that didn't happen.

It only took a year and a half for the South Koreans to completely wipe out all the zombies with the help of peacekeepers from various countries. It's just that in the area swept by the zombie virus, everything has become corrupt and abandoned, and the land of South Korea has become no longer suitable for human survival.

In order to curb the spread of the zombie virus, the United Nations has begun to "cleanse" the entire South Korean territory with specially-made incendiary bombs over the years, making the zombie virus go into a state of silence. They were transferred to various parts of the world and received as refugees by various countries, most of which were received by North Korea.

The physically and mentally exhausted South Korean president left a suicide note at his residence in the Ulsan gathering area two months ago. After declaring to the world that South Korea was completely destroyed, he swallowed a gun and became the last president of South Korea.

After the death of the president, large-scale riots broke out in the South Korean surviving points, with more than 10,000 casualties. After the combined forces of North Korea, Huaxia, Sara, Lighthouse and Zhepen quickly took over the mess, an agreement was reached to divide up the remaining population of South Korea who stayed in their homeland, completely. Close the South Korean peninsula.

This batch of South Korean refugees is the last batch accepted by China.

It is worth mentioning that among this group of people, Shang Hua, Sheng Jing and their three-year-old son Dong Ri, as well as Shi Yu and her daughter Xiu An, are among them impressively.

Three years of mutual support has made the two families as close as one family, regardless of each other.

"It's really like two worlds..." Shang Hua sighed, looking around, looking at the endless crowds and the dazzling array of shops. "We are literally returning to modern times from primitive society."

"Uncle Shanghua," the little girl Xiu'an three years ago has grown a lot taller and has long, bright and moving hair, "Three years ago, Seoul was like this too. I've been to Incheon Airport, and it's no worse than here."

"In this world, there is no Seoul anymore..." Shi Yu said solemnly.

"Ah..." Xiu'an rolled her eyes, "Dad is always such a disappointment."

"Where will the Chinese people take us?" Sheng Jing asked nervously while holding the child.

Shang Hua cast a questioning look at Shi Yu: "I heard that it is going to the Tibetan area, or the frontier, where a lot of workers are needed, right?"

"It's broadcast like this on the radio..." Shi Yu frowned, "But I hope we can find a job in Yanjing."

"Can people without a country choose?" Shang Hua laughed at himself.

Everyone was silent. Like other South Koreans, they were full of confusion and worry.

Five minutes later, a few Chinese people came over, and the Chinese people headed asked in Korean, "Which one is Mr. Cui?"

A South Korean with glasses stepped forward: "I am! I am Choi Seung-il from the gathering point in Ulsan, South Korea. Hello, sir."

The headed Huaxia people stretched out their hands to him and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Cui, I'm Xia Dong, deputy director of the third division of the Huaxia Civil Affairs Department. I am specially responsible for receiving friends from South Korea. Welcome to Huaxia."

"Thank you, thank you!" Cui Shengri held Xia Dong's hand in trepidation, "I've caused trouble for Huaxia friends."

Xia Dong smiled: "Our plan is like this, you have come from a long way, take a short rest in Yanjing for a night, and give you a comprehensive health check by the way, tomorrow morning, there will be three special planes to pick you up and go to Tibet. District, when you get there, comrades from Xinba District will be in charge of arranging you. Does Director Cui have any suggestions for this arrangement?"

"Not at all, I'm really bothering you." Mr. Cui bowed.

Xia Dong nodded: "Please assemble the team from Executive Cui, and the shuttle bus is already at the door."

"Good. Good!"

"Wait!" At this moment, Shi Yu suddenly raised his hands and stood out, "Sir, there are many former middle-class people in this group of people who are elites from all walks of life, I want to know, How will Huaxia arrange our work?"

Xia Dong glanced at Cui Shengri and found that he had no response, so he smiled and said to Shi Yu: "Sir, at present, Huaxia only needs construction workers, but you can rest assured that we will treat you equally, your working environment and salary. The treatment is equal to that of the Chinese."

Shi Yu bowed slightly: "Please think about it again. Our group of people are all managers of the Ulsan gathering point, and they can make greater contributions to Huaxia and play a better role."

Xia Dong couldn't deny: "I will report your request to my superior."

Shi Yu saw that Xia Dong's words were perfunctory, and his heart suddenly sank.

But at this moment, Xia Dong has once again urged Cui Shengri to complete the team and prepare to leave the airport.

More than 1,000 people took a dozen buses to finish the ride. On the way to the temporary settlement point, Shi Yu said to Shang Hua: "The Chinese people may not want to listen to what I have to say. I will find an opportunity to mention it to them again later. We have suffered for three years. It’s easy to come to Huaxia, and I really don’t want to live in a mess anymore.”

Shang Hua didn't have any hope for this at all, shook his head and said, "Don't waste your time, it is already a great luck that we can return to the normal civilized world."

"Even if it's not for us, it's time to think about Soo An and Dong Il!" Shi Yu suddenly became excited~lightnovelpub.net~ Soo An is twelve years old! If she doesn't go to school, what will she do when she grows up? And Dong-il, do you want him to be the son of a construction worker? "

Shang Hua was silent for a while before saying, "That's not bad, at least I can live in peace."

"Anyway, I will definitely try my best!" Shi Yu waved his hand angrily.

Seeing that the adults fell silent, Xiu An looked at her father and Uncle Shang Hua, and suddenly said, "I remember Uncle He said three years ago that we can go to him, why don't we ask Uncle He for help? What about us?"

This sentence immediately startled everyone.

"Mr. He..." A flash of reminiscence flashed in Sheng Jing's eyes, "It stands to reason that a person as great as him should be very famous, but for three years, I haven't heard anything from him again."

"Two years ago, at our most difficult time, I asked the president to ask Mr. He to help us." Shi Yu said quietly, "The president told me after contacting Huaxia, never to look for this person again. Don't mention this person."