Wen Yu remained silent for a long time, then slowly nodded.
"Let's have dinner at my place tonight. It's my treat. I found quite a bit of food this morning."
Hearing Ye Nan's enthusiastic invitation, Wen Yu nodded again.
In the post-apocalyptic world, these ordinary people lived in a strange loop. Facing exploitation and oppression, they lacked the ability to resist, nor could they. Even in the face of oppression, they could find things to compare to, allowing themselves to continue holding onto hope. Wen Yu understood this, having experienced it in his past life—whether as the exploited or the exploiter. Because he had experienced it, he understood.
"There's always hope, right?"
Hearing Wen Yu's question, Ye Nan nodded.
"There's always hope."
...
Inside a large factory complex, two professionists who had just collected protection money from Ye Nan's home were led by another professionist into an office within the factory.
"Boss."
