Lunch was in the officers' mess hall, where the lowest rank dining with Gao Yuan was at least a senior officer.
As for junior officers, there were even more.
Discussing matters over the dining table had become a tradition. Therefore, Gao Yuan and Luo Xingyu were like the auspicious mascots being observed, but there were serious issues on Xiang Weiguo's mind to discuss.
"Commander Wang, I want to know something—about the able-bodied adults in the shelter. Are they all just idling around? Hasn't anyone organized them to do some work?"
Wang Hu also looked grave. He said solemnly, "At present, we have no orders concerning this matter. Our task is to protect all survivors. At most, we select some volunteers from the survivors to help us with daily tasks."
"What about the Local Government? What about the civil servants? Why not have the former civil servants continue their work?"
