Rebirth after the end of the world: I won by relying on the system

Yun Dou was taken aback by this gentle call, and reflexively began to clean his hands.

"Sister Douzi, this is Uncle Fang, my housekeeper."

"Hello."

Yundou nodded politely, and took the towel handed over by Butler Fang to wipe his hands.

"Miss, the front and rear bodyguards are already in place"

Steward Fang got out of the car with the tray, stood at the door of the car and continued: "If necessary, just press the call bell."

"Don't disturb your meal, I'll go to the co-pilot and wait for orders."

After Fang Butler finished speaking, seeing Song Bailian smiled and said "Yes", he closed the door softly.

The luxurious Lincoln slowly drove out of the villa area, Yundou leaned on the seat with its own massage function, and watched the changing gray and yellow scene outside the car window.

Cool, soft and comfortable.

It is worthy of being a rich man's car, and it is really different from your own SUV when you sit up.

Song Bailian took off the lace blouse outside the dress, and her loose hair was tied behind her head by a diamond-encrusted hair clip.

I don't know what button was pressed, and the curtains in front of the car window were automatically pulled up, covering the somewhat harsh sunlight outside.

She began to savor the lunch carefully prepared by her own chef, and took a piece of meat for Yundou by the way.

"I don't know what Sister Douzi likes to eat, so I asked them to cook some special dishes. You can eat and see if it suits your appetite."

This is a table of Chinese dishes with a combination of meat and vegetables.

Yun Dou always thought that rich people like to eat expensive and small-quantity foreign dishes.

"This spicy chicken choked with bean curd is my favorite, try it!"

Song Bailian's lips turned red from the heat, and she took a sip of orange juice, which is highly recommended.

Yundou looked at the four sandwiches that Dad Yun thoughtfully prepared, hesitated for a second, and picked up the chopsticks.

It's not that she couldn't help it, but mainly because she wanted to try the taste.

Song Bailian didn't have a disease of riches and honor, and she didn't have the rules of keeping quiet while eating, the two of them kept chatting and laughing.

50 minutes passed, and Yundou was taking out a tissue to wipe his mouth when the car suddenly bumped.

Appears to be on the trail.

After shaking for a few minutes, the car slowed down.

"Miss, we'll be there soon."

Steward Fang's voice came from the receiver.

Yundou opened the curtains, and a high-rise "building" surrounded by tall walls came into view.

At first glance, there are at least 10 floors high.

This is not like a place to raise livestock.

The car did not turn off, and passed the courtyard door that opened automatically.

"Knock knock knock."

After the sound fell, Butler Fang opened the car door.

A faint odor lingers on the tip of the nose, which is the smell of septic tanks after livestock defecation.

Putting on masks as usual, the group got out of the car and walked into the basement of the tall building.

"Miss Song, long time no see."

The bald man shook hands with Butler Fang, and greeted Song Bailian with a smile.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Yundou standing aside, without any expression change, nodded slightly, and raised his hand to signal.

"Everyone, follow me."

Bypassing the complicated and fixed connecting room for disinfection, a group of people passed through the sightseeing glass corridor, and a heavy door was pushed open.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

More than a dozen people wore leather aprons, and the bone-chopping knives in their hands were chopping pig bones with bang bang.

The water and electricity are operating normally, and the soles of the feet can still feel the roar of machinery coming from upstairs.

Yundou frowned slightly, the fishy smell in the air was not small.

She didn't like the smell very much, it was too similar to the smell of the shelter before death.

"This is fresh pork pulled from the slaughterhouse. The quality and safety are up to standard. I can guarantee it."

The bald man puts on rubber gloves and picks up a piece of pork belly that's fat and lean.

Some time ago, because of the virus, many livestock farms had accidents of livestock deaths.

Some unscrupulous merchants, shoddy, secretly traded behind the government's back, eating people to death.

Yundou had read a lot of knowledge about pork identification before, so he also took a pair of gloves, pressed lightly with his hands, and then smelled it.

"Bright color, slightly elastic, no bleeding, no trace of glue injection, very good."

Steward Fang should be very experienced in this area, and nodded to Song Bailian.

Song Bailian stroked the hair by her ear lightly, her gaze slid around the workers around her, and finally met the gaze of the bald man.

With a calm and luxurious temperament pouring out, she smiled slightly and said, "We can talk about it."

The bald man's expression was a little nervous and serious, but he immediately smiled when he heard this.

"Please move to the meeting room."

The soundproof cotton wrapped around the meeting room completely blocks out all surrounding sounds.

There was steaming hot tea on the mahogany table, but no one was drinking it. A young man entered the venue last and sat next to the bald man.

Steward Fang stood behind Song Bailian, still maintaining a polite smile and said, "Mr. Zhao, how much meat do you have for sale?"

Xiaonian said to the thick notebook in his hand: "Now the farm can't afford feed, water, and electricity, so there are a total of 5400 pigs, all of which can be sold."

Song Bailian glanced at Yundou, who was thinking about drawing circles with her fingers, and asked, "Is there anyone alive?"

"Of course, we only slaughtered 400."

"If you can't finish it, we will sell the remaining live pigs to the government."

The bald man touched the top of his head and shook his head helplessly.

The rumors have been so tight recently, if they hadn't asked for something from the Song family, they would not have taken the risk of selling it privately.

Unexpectedly, Song Bailian was so careful, and opened her mouth for her, Yundou just followed the words and asked: "Little boars, 3, are there any?"

The bald head didn't take it lightly, and nodded again and again: "Yes, yes."

"It was born before the snow season, but now it has grown up a lot, and it is well fed and well fed."

Song Bailian's eyelashes flickered twice, and she lowered her eyes and took out a device that looked like a credit card machine from her bag.

In addition to the card inspection area and display screen, it also has a camera and fingerprint scanning.

There is no password input interface.

She parted her pink lips slightly, and put out a few cards, "Let's make a price."

The bald man looked at the young man holding a pen and paper, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and opened his mouth in embarrassment.

"Bai Lian, let's count four generations up, and we are also relatives. I really have no reason to bargain with you."

"But you also know that the difficulties on our side are indeed..."

Song Bailian chuckled lightly, interrupting the other party's complaint.

Putting the bag on the table, she wrapped one hand around the hair on her forehead, and her eyes were full of depths that did not match her age.

"If your things are worth the price, I will buy them."

Her tone was soft, but she had an air of superiority.

Yundou couldn't help but look at her more.

Does this person have such a changeable personality?

"for free."

The bald man's eyes were firm, "We don't want a penny!"

Song Bailian curled up her index finger and touched her forehead, feeling a little impatient.

"Then what do you want?"

"I only have money."

The bald man hesitated to speak, his eyes couldn't help sweeping Yundou back and forth.

"I'll go out to get some air, and you guys can talk."

Yundou knows the current affairs, understands the situation and is ready to get up and leave.

"Need not."

Song Bailian clasped her wrist and shook her head at Yundou.

"You say it."

Seeing her firm tone and lack of politeness, Yundou sat down steadily.

It was so hot outside, and she didn't want to go out for a sauna.