Chapter 1040 Recruitment
With every step the staff member took, he could feel the dampness and stickiness under his feet, and he took his steps carefully for fear of slipping.
He walked up the stairs slowly, his footsteps clearly audible in the quiet corridor.
When he finally reached the sixth floor, he took a short break, adjusted his breathing, and then walked towards the first house near the stairs.
He stood in front of the door and knocked gently.
“Dongdongdong——”
A knock on the door echoed in the quiet corridor, as if breaking the tranquility of this space.
After a while, the sound of footsteps came from far away.
Then, there was the sound of the door lock opening.
The next second, a middle-aged woman's head popped out from the door.
There was a hint of doubt on her face and vigilance in her eyes.
When she saw that it was an official standing at the door, a smile immediately appeared on her face.
"Oh, it's an official comrade, are you here to deliver supplies to us?"
As she spoke, she looked behind the staff member, as if she was looking for something.
The staff member smiled awkwardly and explained:
"Sister, no, I'm here to recruit volunteers. The shelter needs everyone's help to rebuild our home. Are you interested in joining us?"
When the middle-aged woman heard this, the smile on her face immediately disappeared, replaced by a look of impatience.
She frowned and said bluntly, "What volunteers? We can't even take care of ourselves, how can we have the time to help? Go away, go away!"
After saying that, she slammed the door shut, and her cursing voice could be faintly heard from inside the door.
The staff sighed helplessly, feeling a deep sense of helplessness and heartbreak in their hearts.
He looked at the closed door, as if he saw the selfish barrier in people's hearts.
He turned around and continued walking towards the next house.
This time, he knocked on the door for a long time, but no one responded.
He knew in his heart that this family might have heard the conversation between him and the previous family and that was why they deliberately did not open the door.
He looked at the thick stack of flyers in his hand that had not yet been distributed, and his heart was filled with loss and frustration.
He thought of his family, who had also suffered severely in the disaster. He wished he could rebuild their home as soon as possible so that his family could live a stable life.
However, the reality is so cruel that people seem to only care about their own interests and are unwilling to pay for the collective interests.
In the corridor of another building, the light was a little dim.
An elderly official was walking slowly and with difficulty.
His steps were slightly staggering, and each step seemed to carry endless fatigue.
Those slightly cloudy eyes revealed not only obvious fatigue, but also an unspeakable helplessness, as if carrying the pressure and vicissitudes of life.
He had been working for several hours straight, but what was frustrating was that after such a long time of effort, he had not been able to successfully recruit even a single volunteer.
His heart was filled with loss and helplessness, as if he was in a vast wasteland, unable to find the direction to move forward.
At this time, he came to the door of a house, raised his slightly trembling hand, and knocked on the door gently.
The knock on the door echoed in the silent corridor, as if it was the cry of his inner desire.
Soon, a young man's voice came from inside the door, with a bit of vigilance and confusion: "Who is it?"
The staff member quickly cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound more energetic, and said, "Hello, I am an official staff member, and I am here to recruit volunteers."
There was silence for a moment, and the brief silence seemed to be infinitely prolonged. Then the man's cold voice came: "Sorry, I don't have time."
These few short words, like sharp icicles, pierced the hearts of the staff.
He was unwilling to give up, and spoke again: "Young man, the shelter needs your help now. As long as we work together, we will be able to rebuild our home."
However, the man seemed extremely impatient and said in a stiff tone: "I said I don't have time, don't bother me anymore."
After saying that, the room fell into deathly silence again.
The staff shook his head helplessly, and that shaking of the head was filled with endless disappointment and sadness.
He turned around slowly, and his back looked so lonely and desolate.
He walked towards the next house with heavy steps, and every step seemed to require all his strength.
His heart was filled with loss and helplessness at this moment. He really didn't understand why people were so selfish and indifferent at this critical moment.
In his opinion, when faced with difficulties and challenges, everyone should unite and deal with them together, rather than choosing to escape and shirk.
He looked at the thick stack of flyers in his hand, and each flyer seemed to mock his efforts for being so futile.
Those papers that originally carried hope now seemed like heavy shackles, weighing him down and making it hard for him to breathe.
He sighed deeply and said to himself: "Oh, what should I do?"
The voice was full of helplessness and confusion, as if he was asking the whole world a question.
At this moment, he seemed to have become a lonely fighter, struggling hard in a cold ocean, but could never find the other side to rely on.
However, not everyone refuses to volunteer.
In some families, parents encourage their children to participate in volunteer activities so that they can learn responsibility and dedication.
Some young people will also take the initiative to sign up as volunteers, hoping to contribute their own strength to rebuilding their homes.
There are also some elderly people who, although they have difficulty in moving, will express their support for rebuilding their homes by donating money and materials.
Residential Area C, which is the villa area.
This is currently the safest place in the entire shelter, and the place where the buildings are least seriously affected.
Although almost every household is carrying out construction, most of them are house reinforcement projects, and everything seems to be in order.
A group of ordinary members of the stealing group are also taking active actions.
They had already posted recruitment posters on the streets and alleys of Residential Area C not long ago.
They didn't even go to other areas because they knew very well that the people living in Residential Area C were the best people in the entire shelter.
As long as we can convince them to participate in volunteer work, it will be more effective than anything else.
At this time, the members of the robbery group went from house to house, either alone or in groups of three or four, and patiently introduced to the owners the importance and significance of rebuilding their homes.
