"Welcome to join our Yangshan Shelter."
Liang Yuan smiled and handed the firearm back to the Uncle Ren in front of him.
This Uncle Ren is truly capable, a talent in research. If nurtured well, he might, together with Fu Qibo, come up with some astonishing inventions.
Right now, in this apocalyptic flood, as the waters drown the earth and industry collapses, technology has regressed who knows how many years.
Such research talents are absolutely vital to a shelter.
Ren Jie sensed Liang Yuan's goodwill and couldn't help but smile, quickly saying, "Thank you, Mr. Liang, thank you."
Liang Yuan laughed and said, "Tu Long, take them to familiarize themselves with the situation on the ship."
Tu Long nodded and immediately led a few people away.
Liang Yuan and Ding Yan also returned to the captain's cabin.
At this moment, the ship was moving slowly toward what used to be Meidu Garden.
Zhu Yuchuan watched the radar, observing the surroundings along the way.
