Chapter 176: Just who are the elites and who are the commoners?

At this moment, inside the tent, Song Zhi and the others saw that Ye Heng's people had all withdrawn, so they gathered together and began to whisper.

Team Captain, the geographical location of their shelter is truly excellent—easy to defend, hard to attack; the whole valley is a yet-to-be-developed area, with limitless prospects.

I also think so, and have you noticed? The commoners here seem to hold Ye Heng in great respect; it looks like he's doing a fine job as team captain and is well liked.

Song Zhi nodded, unable to help praising Ye Heng.

Brother Ye is righteous and generous with his actions; in this scarce-resource world, he can freely share precious resources without hesitation, which is truly rare—his sincerity deserves respect and affection.

By the way," Song Zhi changed the subject, looking at everyone:

Now just us few, share your thoughts; you've probably seen along the way that Ye Heng genuinely wants to invite us to join them—say what you think, no need to hold back.

After Song Zhi finished speaking, the team members exchanged glances, then each gave their opinions.

Boss, to be honest, Brother Ye is reliable; his teammates are also enthusiastic, act in an orderly manner, and their combat ability is decent—I certainly have no objections to them, but……

But this is, after all, a commoners' shelter; even if I agreed to join, I'd have to convince my family, right? You know my spouse—she's been pampered since childhood and can't endure hardship.

After he spoke, another team member immediately sighed.

My situation is similar—everyone knows I dote on my wife heavily; I don't want her to suffer with me. Team Captain, you've seen that their shelter consists entirely of these tents, cold in winter, hot in summer. In about ten days, extreme weather is said to return; the commoners are used to it, and us rough fellows don't mind living in tents, but what about our wives and children? Several of us still have elderly parents at home—what then?

After this person's long speech, everyone agreed deeply.

They hadn't not considered staying; Ye Heng's supplies are even better than those of the so-called nobles in the special zones.

But supplies are consumables after all; no one dares guarantee how long they'll last.

Yet the living environment cannot be changed quickly.

Those with elders above and children below must consider the survival of the whole family.

Since everyone has already made up their minds, we should not disturb Brother Ye any further—we must not let him incur more expense.

Their shelter isn't small in number; using supplies reduces them, so we shouldn't add to their burden—let's say our goodbyes and leave.

Song Zhi could also guess that the reason Ye Heng could share so many rare resources along the way was to win them over.

But since everyone has decided to refuse the invitation, they shouldn't continue enjoying the resources given; they must not take advantage.

Having made up their mind, Song Zhi was about to get up and speak frankly to Ye Heng.

At that moment, Sun Hao returned, full of excitement, entered the tent and greeted Song Zhi's group to follow him.

Song Zhi immediately asked:

May I ask where is your team captain?

Sun Hao, while opening his mouth, pulled Song Zhi outward.

Just follow me; I'm here to take you to see the team captain.

Only then did Song Zhi nod, pondering in his mind how to speak later without harming harmony.

If Ye Heng feels he's at a loss, we can compensate him with two vials of gene-modifying liquid—his meals along the way have indeed been good, and this is what he deserves.

Meanwhile, Sun Yao's face showed uncontainable excitement; just now, the goddess had bestowed a warehouse-full of supplies, including scarce clothing and warm cotton blankets.

Nowadays, only a few special zones nationwide have the capability to build factories that process garments from recycled plastic.

Cotton and silk quality goods are becoming ever scarcer.

This time, the goddess's bestowed supplies are enough to make the elites living behind the high walls drool.

Song Zhi and the others were led to a large tent; inside they heard great bustle, laughter and chatter, and Song Zhi instantly grew nervous, waving his hands repeatedly.

No, no, we've already disturbed you enough—how could we let you incur expense by holding a banquet?

Please let Brother Ye come out; I'm here to say goodbye—please don't spend any more on our account.

These few words from Song Zhi left Sun Hao bewildered; after reacting, he couldn't help but grin.

Team Captain Song, you've misunderstood—we aren't holding a banquet; just go in and see for yourself.

While speaking, Sun Hao shoved Song Zhi, directly pushing him into the tent.

The laughter inside the tent quickly subsided; everyone stepped aside, eyeing Song Zhi and his group with curiosity.

They are the elites that Team Captain Ye went to great lengths, even risking exposure of the shelter's supplies, to invite?

But they are elites—could they really abandon their noble status and choose to become commoners?

Song Zhi staggered to his feet, and upon lifting his head, he was stunned by the sight of supplies filling his view.

From the outside the tent seemed small, but I never expected the interior to be so spacious.

More importantly, what kind of divine supplies are these before my eyes—could this truly be the wealth a commoners' shelter ought to have?

Song Zhi secretly pinched himself hard—it hurt! This is actually real!

For a moment, Song Zhi's heart pounded and his breathing grew rapid.

Before he could catch his breath, gasps of cold air sounded from behind him.

Obviously, his companions were also shocked.

After all, they have lived inside the high walls since childhood, considering themselves far more knowledgeable than commoners, having seen all kinds of supplies.

But at this moment, they were dazed, countless thoughts flashing through their minds, beginning to doubt life.

Just who are the elites and who are the commoners?!

This this this, is this an illusion? Are these supplies really real?

At this moment, the teammates behind Song Zhi trembled as they spoke.

No one in the team answered his question, because they too were now in turmoil—being elites, they actually found themselves salivating over the commoners' supplies!

Ye Heng stood before a small mountain of supplies, seeing the reaction of Song Zhi and the others, thinking it was settled.

He walked over with a smile, beckoning Song Zhi and the group to come forward.

Brother Song, do you remember what I told you last time? Our shelter is under the goddess's protection; these are all supplies granted by the goddess.

Ye Heng turned and opened one of the packages, revealing a plump, soft soybean quilt inside.

Extreme weather may soon sweep in again; with these thick blankets, everyone in our shelter can have one, so we needn't worry about freezing to death.

Ye Heng smiled and looked toward Song Zhi, then spoke slowly.

"You live in the special zone, where your housing is better than ours, so you probably don't have to worry about getting cold in extreme weather, right?"

Those words made Song Zhi and the others blush.

Sure, the housing in the special zone is definitely better than this tent, but no matter what, you can't pile on such a thick quilt, ah!

For a moment, Song Zhi actually felt Ye Heng's smile was a bit deserving of a beating, suspecting the guy was doing it on purpose.