The aurora is coming, the intelligent system is necrotic, and the world is plunged into a never-ending cold.
When everyone is struggling to survive in the apocalypse, I set rules for the apocalypse.
My name is Lin Cun, an accountant. When the end came, all I had in hand was a cart of melting ice cream and a notebook.
Others use violence to divide the territory, but I use the "Price List" and the heat formula to reconstruct the logic of exchange.
1 Box of ice cream = 50 liters of diesel, 1 piece of information = 3 batteries... In the service area that was on the verge of being scrapped, Su Ting, a clerk who could memorize the values of 8,000 items of merchandise, and I hung up the sign of "Long Night Commissary".
But this is just the beginning.
To survive in this world of constant hypothermia, we need not only goods, but also "scarce assets" that can transform professional knowledge into survival capital: eternal faith in machinery, eyes that can read the terrain in the ice and snow, medical skills to combat frostbite, systematic management and control thinking, and the language to understand the secrets of plants...
When the out-of-control beast tide goes crazy due to the severe cold, and when the distant "Lighthouse City" tempts all resources with quotas...
What we hold tightly is no longer ice cream or diesel.
It is the only reliable survival system built by professionalism, collaboration and rational calculation.
Later, at the bottom of the supply lists of all the survivor forces, there was a line of small words printed:
"The final right of interpretation belongs to Changye Canteen."
I know that the "value" we defined for this cold night has won.
