A dozen foreigners walked into the detached building upon hearing Lu Heng's intention to speak with them.
Entering the building, Lu Heng raised an eyebrow at the empty living room. He hadn't expected Lin Yu and the others to not arrange furniture for these foreigners, and he wondered if the bedrooms were also unfurnished.
Lin Yu was also surprised by the bare living room. He had instructed his subordinates to handle these matters, but he wouldn't blame them for the arrangements concerning these invaders.
"Look, there's nothing in this room. Even in the bedrooms, only two rooms have windows. We had to separate the mattresses and windows, and more than ten of us squeezed in just to sleep, barely able to turn over," complained one foreigner, pointing at the living room and the doors to the rooms within.
"It's the apocalypse now, and you know how scarce supplies are. While we have many rooms here, it's not easy to find clean, uncontaminated furniture," Lin Yu replied.
"That doesn't mean there should only be two beds, and we have to make do for over a month."
They were unable to leave this isolated courtyard, so they had no idea about the specific conditions in other parts of Nameless City.
"Our other places are similar to yours. After all, it's the apocalypse, and just being alive is difficult. Don't be too picky. It's not as resource-rich as you might think. Don't forget our large population base; what's distributed per person isn't much better than in your country."
In any case, these people were leaving soon. Letting them go back and spread the word that this place wasn't as good as their own country might deter them from coming again.
Lu Heng raised an eyebrow, amused by Lin Yu's deception of the foreigners. He thought, "I can't let these foreigners go back and write books similar to 'The Travels of Marco Polo,' promoting negative sentiments about our country."
After Nameless City led the domestic survivors to develop, they would go and plunder foreign resources to avenge past humiliations.
There was also a point that Lin Yu and the others had been considering: foreign countries had not controlled weapons like firearms, so their initial development would certainly be faster than other cities in the country. They needed to use this time to help survivors nationwide improve their lagging situation.
Sensing Lin Yu's current thoughts, Lu Heng felt another urge to laugh. This child's ideas were truly excellent.
"Let's not talk about that for now. When can we leave? Please return the teleportation device to us; it's our property after all," a foreigner said to Lu Heng from the crowd. Judging by his position, this person was likely the leader of this group.
"What's the hurry? You've been staying here for over a month, haven't you? Come, sit down and chat."
With that, Lu Heng waved his hand, and the room was suddenly filled with many European-style sofas, enough for everyone present to sit down. Lu Heng and Lin Yu sat on two single sofas and looked at the multi-seater sofas opposite them, saying, "Sit down. Weren't you just complaining about the lack of furniture?"
"You have furniture, so why didn't you bring it out earlier?"
"Damn it, Ald, is that your focus?"
"What is it? Weren't we just talking about furniture?"
"Idiot!"
The apparent leader moved first, walking to a sofa opposite Lu Heng and sitting down. He looked at Lu Heng and asked, "How did you just do that?"
"I know magic."
"Do you think we're stupid? What magic?"
"Eastern magic. You probably wouldn't understand it, nor be able to comprehend it."
A cup appeared in Lin Yu's hand, filled with hot coffee, and its aroma instantly permeated the room.
"We saw this in Luocheng. Someone from your Nameless City team just now made a large amount of food disappear into thin air."
"What's your name?" Lu Heng raised an eyebrow and looked at the man opposite him.
"Connor."
"Ah, Connor. It seems you're the leader of this group. Can you tell me about the current situation abroad?"
"It's similar to here. We're from Country Y. The only slight advantage is that we had firearms initially, but firearms also have drawbacks; they easily expose us and attract zombies from other areas," Connor said after some thought. He was someone who spoke after considering, but his words provided little useful information, and he was skilled at evasion.
"Country Y's borders are connected to Country Z and Country S. Have you been to the other two countries, or traveled across them to other connected countries?" Lu Heng had some knowledge of Country Y; he had found some descriptions of it in downloaded materials before coming.
"Have you been to Country Y?" Connor asked, somewhat surprised that Lu Heng knew about Country Y's adjacent countries.
"No, I just heard about it once before." Country Y was a small country, its land area smaller than Lu Heng's own country's largest province. However, these countries were interconnected. Not only were they linked in transportation, but before the apocalypse, they also had a cooperative relationship in economic trade. Therefore, although those countries appeared large, they formed a union. Several small countries had extensive exchanges in many aspects and occasionally had friction with Lu Heng's country on the international stage.
Upon hearing that Lu Heng had not been to Country Y, Connor and the others inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good that he hasn't been here; we can say whatever we want." A man behind Connor thought this, and his expression relaxed considerably. "Our population there was much smaller than here before, so the number of zombies wasn't as high, which is why we came here to develop. It's good that this person hasn't been here; he definitely doesn't understand our situation." "Fortunately, but this person said earlier that he wanted to go back with us. If we ditch him, it's better for us to develop here, or at worst, move to another city. This person definitely won't have territory elsewhere." It was no wonder the man thought this. After the apocalypse, transportation was blocked, and many areas lost contact. For people to migrate elsewhere, they could only rely on forming groups to travel. However, traversing zombie hordes to reach other places was not only fraught with danger but also made it difficult to adapt to survival in new locations due to a lack of understanding of the conditions in other cities.
"Were you teleported directly from Country Y?"
"Yes, the person who researched the teleportation device was from Country Y," Connor said proudly, speaking the truth.
"How old was that person? Male or female? Such a scientist could have won a Nobel Prize in the past."
"More than just a Nobel Prize; that woman was formidable. Not only did she like to create high-tech items, but her ability level was also high, and she wouldn't hesitate to kill. She was truly a tough character. In our country..."
A woman! I wonder how old she is. But seeing how energetic she is, she probably isn't too old. Would it be difficult to communicate with someone like that?