Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

So this person passed smoothly.

He looked back with some pride, made a victory gesture, and then hurriedly climbed the gangway to board the ship.

When passing by Zhang Yi and his companions, he bowed politely to express his gratitude to Zhang Yi.

The crew members’ daily fun is playing these games, watching TV shows or listening to the radio, so they have a lot of fun.

And it can also ensure that there are no repetitions.

"Let me ask you, under what circumstances does one plus one equal three?"

"Ah? This...what's the problem?"

The man in front of me was an unshaven bearded man, and he looked confused when he heard the question.

Old Tian glared at him and said, "I can tell at once that you are not human! No, you are not from Huaxu Country. Go play somewhere else!"

The man was anxious. "No, big brother, uncle! Listen to my accent, I'm a native of eastern Guangdong!"

Old Tian snorted coldly: "What's wrong with people from eastern Guangdong? Can people from eastern Guangdong not watch the Spring Festival Gala? If you can't answer the questions, you can't get on the boat!"

The man was about to cry, "Not watching the Spring Festival Gala is not a sin!"

Of course, Lao Tian knew that this guy was from Huaxu. When it comes to accent, it is rare for foreigners to have such standard pronunciation.

"Alright, alright, go ahead!"

The man was so grateful that he burst into tears and ran to the boat in a hurry as if he was afraid that Lao Tian would regret it.

Next came a skinny young man with a strange accent.

"Hello, boss. I'm from Huaxu Country. I'm a native of Huaxu Country. Look, I have my ID card. Can you let me in?"

Old Tian took the ID card and looked at it, and saw the three words "Jin Xiangtai" written on it.

He stared at Jin Xiangtai for a few seconds, "But why do you look like a Silla person? And your accent is a bit strange."

Jin Xiangtai panicked and quickly explained, "No, no, I'm not from Silla. I was born and raised in Xijiang, and my accent comes from eating mutton skewers."

Lao Tian touched his chin and suddenly asked, "What kind of hair oil do you use?"

"Stancon, I use Stancon!"

Jin Xiangtai replied quickly.

Lao Tian laughed out loud: "I also use Stancon. Okay, you can go up!"

The skinny monkey nodded and bowed so much that he almost fell to the ground.

"Thank you, boss, for the 100 passes!"

But at this moment, someone suddenly shouted in Silla language from behind:

"He's not from Huaxu, he's from Silla! He's from Silla! It's all fake, he's a liar, we can't let him on board!"

Jin Xiangtai looked back and saw that it was his old friend Cui Zihao.

Jin Xiangtai said disdainfully, "Look, I have an ID card from Huaxu Country. Huaxu Country is my favorite! I asked you to come with me, but you disagreed. Do you regret it now?"

Cui Zihao's face flushed with anger, and his temperature suddenly rose.

"Shake it! Chinese is so hard to learn! I can't do it!"

Jin Xiangtai suddenly widened his eyes.

"What's so difficult about it? What's so difficult about it? It's always been like this."

"You say Chinese is difficult to learn. Why don't you think about whether you have worked hard to improve your Chinese over the years?"

"Instead of regretting it now when you need it."

Cui Zihao was almost furious, like a red-hot gas tank.

But he could only watch Jin Xiangtai board the boat triumphantly.

Because people knew how powerful Zhang Yi and others were, and because Zhang Yi was ruthless and would pull out a gun and kill people at the slightest disagreement, the overall order at the scene was relatively peaceful.

Even if some people were identified as foreigners, the most they would do was kneel down, kowtow, cry bitterly, and throw tantrums.

But this approach has no effect.

The people in Tianhai City have seen hells much more tragic than theirs, so no one would be soft-hearted.