Chapter 549

But York never expected

that it would take a full two months to find that job!

No company was willing to hire him!

During those two months, prices soared, and after York’s meager savings were spent completely,

because he couldn't pay the rent, the landlord kicked him out the door...

From then on, York’s nightmare truly began.

In the Eagle Kingdom, finding a job requires an identity certificate issued by the community, and getting that certificate requires you to spend money to buy or rent a house...

Once you lose your house, you are effectively labeled a homeless person, losing the qualification to work!

But without the qualification to work, where can you find money to rent a house?

Thus, the situation fell into a strange, vicious cycle.

York never dreamed that one day he would become one of the homeless.

And, with no hope of ever turning his life around!

At first, York tried all sorts of methods; he sought out community rescue organizations, thought of charities, and even went to the government’s unemployment bureau.

Every time, he was full of confidence.

But every time, it was like a stone sinking into the ocean.

In this society, who would listen to the voice of a homeless person?

More than a month passed.

York’s heart was completely dead; he had turned into a walking corpse.

A homeless person rummaging through trash cans for food...

The sky gradually began to brighten.

York’s lips were purple, and he was still wearing that black suit from when he was job hunting, only now the suit was tattered, like a homeless person’s shroud, emitting an unbearable stench.

He slowly stood up, his hands trembling constantly, his gaze looking into the distance.

This damn world.

This damn Eagle Kingdom...

York cursed viciously in his heart, the intense hunger making his weak legs shake.

Yet even so, he stood up with great difficulty and began to walk slowly toward the distance.

Now was the time for the government to distribute relief food.

York hadn't eaten a single bit of food for three full days; if he didn't manage to grab food today, the only path awaiting him would be starvation...

He didn't know how long he walked, but York finally reached the small booth distributing relief food.

However, a long line had already formed outside the relief booth...

Even though York had rushed over as soon as he could, there were still at least several hundred homeless people ahead of him.

York didn't dare to cut in line; there were military police outside the relief booth maintaining order.

Once a riot broke out, everyone here would die...

Don't tell me I won't make it in line again...

For some reason, York felt that the amount of relief food distributed by the government seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.

He hadn't made it to the front of the line for two days in a row...

Although it was just a piece of black bread that was hard as a rock, for York, it was undoubtedly life-saving rations.

"There's meat! There's actually meat!"

"Hahahahaha!"

A cry of surprise came from the front!

Immediately after, a charming, fragrant aroma, as if it had a life of its own, frantically drilled into York’s nasal cavity!

It really was meat!

York swallowed hard with difficulty, his eyes filled with longing!

Just by smelling the aroma, York felt as if his body had recovered some strength.

"Please don't run out..."

"Please let me make it in line..."

York prayed over and over in his heart.

Finally, the number of heads moving in front of him decreased, and the line finally reached York.

"The black bread is gone, there are only meatballs left, do you want one?"

A cold voice came from inside.

"Yes! Yes..."

Having not spoken for so long, York didn't even notice that his voice had become so hoarse.

But none of that mattered anymore.

He had the meat!

Finally, there was something to eat...

York held a meatball in a small plastic bowl; it was about the size of half a fist and emitted an unimaginable aroma.

He could guarantee that he had never smelled such a rich aroma in his entire life.

York didn't dare to linger, hurriedly grabbing the meatball with his dirty, black hands and stuffing it into his mouth.

In this era, food is only yours once it’s in your mouth.

Saving food is absolutely the most stupid thing to do...

York knew better than anyone how terrifying those starving people could be...

As the whole meatball went down his throat,

York felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction surge into his heart...

Immediately after, York’s whole body couldn't help but tremble with comfort.

This feeling of being freed from extreme hunger made York feel like he was in heaven.

In a daze,

York felt the dim sky brighten up quite a bit...

The whole world had regained its color.

An unprecedented sense of confidence surged into his heart...

For some reason, he felt that the once-disgusting Eagle Kingdom had now become quite endearing.

Even York himself didn't realize that his view of the Eagle Kingdom had undergone a 180-degree reversal in silence.

"Maybe... I should join the army too..."

"This country still has many wonderful places!"

"Yes! I must protect this country!!!"

"This is my responsibility!"

"Report to the Great Leader!"

"After the first wave of relief food distribution, the public response has been very good, and the domestic crime rate has begun to drop significantly..."

"The overall situation has gradually stabilized!"

"In addition, citizens in various states are enthusiastically joining the army; in some places, the recruitment hotlines have been blown up..."

"Preliminary estimates suggest that the number of recruits is at least fifty times higher than a month ago..."

"..."

Listening to Smith’s report in his ear, Biden took a gentle sip of coffee.

His mood had calmed down for once.

He knew those meatballs weren't good things.

But in the current situation, they were the key to turning the war around.

He, Biden, now desperately wanted victory in the war.

As for the lives of the people or whether the citizens were being mind-controlled, Biden didn't care at all.

In fact, listening to the report in his ear,