The rookie returns and flies in the apocalypse

After Ning Qiang learned about it, he didn't take it to heart.

So what if there are 5 or 6 hundred more people? They can be destroyed in minutes.

In a blink of an eye, the day of the party at a certain villa came. After everything was packed, Ning Qiang came to the scene either early or late.

The villa was filled with all kinds of luxury cars. Ning Qiang's off-road vehicle was like a pheasant falling into a phoenix's nest.

Hiding the disdain in his eyes, the waiter smiled and led Ning Qiang to the villa.

Adjusting his tie and looking down at his polished leather shoes, Ning Qiang had not attended a decent party for a long time after the apocalypse.

I have seen so much hunger, poverty, and suffering that I am not used to the feasting and feasting, and suddenly I feel bored.

There were not many Chinese people here, and Ning Qiang was the only one. Among the tall and strong Westerners, she stood out.

Because the Ning family can produce food, several people in the audience had interacted with Ning Qiang. They raised their glasses from a distance and nodded to greet Ning Qiang, but they did not get close.

Ning Qiang smiled unnecessarily. It was difficult for Chinese people to integrate into the circle of Westerners. Even if they seemed to have integrated, it was only on the surface.

If you are of use, I will accept you temporarily. If you are of no use, I will ignore you.

Ning Qiang is here to join in the fun, and has no intention of making friends. Most importantly, making friends is of little use, so why bother.

There were various food and drinks on many dining tables. I casually took out two pieces of Western pastry, a piece of steak, and a glass of wine. I found a secluded corner and sat down to taste it slowly.

The steak looked good. When I took a bite, it didn't taste like beef. I don't know if it was frozen for several years. I kept chewing it for a long time and it was a bit stuffy in my teeth.

Disappointedly, he spat out the crumbs and sipped the wine to rinse his mouth.

What the hell, is this wine? It tastes like sweet water.

Shake the goblet and take a closer look. The color of the wine is dispersed, and the glass is not hung at all.

If you can’t swallow the steak, the wine will be enough to make up for it, so let’s have some pastry.

The cream has no flavor and is a bit sour in the mouth. The cake is not delicate enough and the honeycomb holes are almost as thick as a finger...

The one who barely swallowed it and looked around, the one who swallowed the daisy noodles in big gulps, the one who tasted the wine in small sips, the one who pretended to be reserved and competed with the steak that was constantly being cut...

Phew, Ning Qiang covered his nose in a funny way, MD, they are all superficial things.

It seems that the poisonous scorpion is having a hard time.

In fact, Ning Qiang measures the external situation based on his living standards.

Nothing can grow, and materials are extremely scarce. If you have them, it's good. No one cares about the taste anymore.

"Mr. Ning, what are you so happy about?"

He looked up and saw Thomas, the head of the Cobra branch.

The Ning family sold some rice, flour, grains and oils at Cobra's market, which caught Thomas' attention.

Thomas made a special trip to the Chinese Village to discuss cooperation with Ning Qiang. He met Ning Qiang a few times and had a somewhat personal relationship with him.

He gestured, "Sit down." Ning Qiang avoided answering.

I was the only Chinese in the field, and although no one showed disdain, isolation was an attitude.

When he came in, Ning Qiang saw Thomas. He was having a lively chat with someone and pretended not to see him. Now he came over to chat. He obviously had something to say.

Thomas waved to the waiter to bring some food, looked at Ning Qiang's plate, and said with a smile, "Why, it's not to your liking?"

"Oh, no, very good." Ning Qiang responded against his will.

very good? Very good, just take one bite and stop eating?

Thomas smiled and didn't expose it.

What he wanted was egg drop soup and daisy noodles, and he motioned to the waiter to take Ning Qiang's plate away.

"These are the only two things you can eat here. The rest are just for decoration. Come on, have a try."

On the small cup of egg drop soup, there are a few pleasant little chives floating on it.

Before the apocalypse, a cup of egg drop soup was worth nothing. After the apocalypse, there will be no chickens, so where will the eggs come from?

Not to mention seeing green chives throughout the four seasons of the day, when everything is dead.

The Ning family has plant-type superpowers, and some vegetables are nothing to Ning Qiang.

But for Thomas, it was when he saw chives that his eyes glowed green.

After a mouthful of hot soup, Thomas felt so beautiful.

"Fresh, so fresh! What, it's not bad."

"Well, not bad, pretty good."

Ning Qiang's compliments made Thomas enthusiastic. He pointed at the Daisy Noodles and said, "The sauce is delicious. Try it."

Ning Qiang gave Mianzi a taste. It was indeed good, at least he could eat it in his mouth.

I couldn't help but feel a little secretly proud, hum, I look down on the Chinese, but when it comes to food, you Westerners are far behind us.

A smile appeared on his face, "Well, the sauce is rich in flavor and delicious."

Thomas raised his chin proudly, of course, what he recommended, wouldn’t it be delicious?

They each hid their little thoughts of being superior to others, and the conversation was quite harmonious. As they chatted, Thomas changed the subject:

"Ning, the Pei Nansheng brothers and sisters must have left your Chinese village."

Here comes the point.

Ning Qiang shook his head, "They stayed in the Chinese Village for one night. They can't be considered as leaving our Chinese Village."

Thomas continued: "I heard that you suffered a big loss at the hands of that brother and sister?"

The most important thing is back.

Ning Qiang smiled and said, "It's just a little misunderstanding."

Thomas's eyes twitched. This answer was not what he wanted, nor was it what the person behind him wanted.

"31 people died, is it a small matter? Ning, you are really a big deal."

Ning Qiang's face darkened, he leaned back, took out his silk handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, and said lightly:

"It's okay, you misunderstood."

Thomas froze and lied to his face without changing his face.

He no longer concealed it, "Someone asked me to be the middleman. He is willing to join hands with you to eradicate those annoying brothers and sisters."

Ning Qiang smiled, "Your friends have misunderstood. I have no grudges with them. A small misunderstanding will not lead to a fight."

What are you thinking? Use me as a spearman and you will reap the benefits. Humph, what a beautiful thought!

"you sure?"

Thomas was not happy about not being able to fulfill his request, but he didn't show it.

"Very...certain." Ning Qiang said word by word.

Wiping his mouth, Thomas didn't want to waste any more time on Ning Qiang: "Then I won't say any more, please be patient, I have something else to do."

"You're busy."

Looking at Thomas's retreating back, Ning Qiang sneered.

Ten minutes later, a waiter came to Ning Qiang with a respectful attitude: "Mr. Ning, my master has invited me, please come with me."

Ha, the rightful owner is finally here.

"lead the way."

Follow the waiter to the third floor and walk through the corridor. The waiter opens the door facing the corridor.彡彡訁凊

"Mr. Ning, please come in."

Everyone inside the door looked over.

The people inside looked at Ning Qiang, and Ning Qiang looked at the people inside.

The large oval long table was filled with twenty or thirty people, and the seat at the end was empty.

Obviously, keep that to yourself.

Different from the others, who were sitting on high-backed chairs, the one left for him was a low-backed one, as if a chair had been improvised from somewhere.

Show off your power, hum!

The haze flashed across his eyes, and Ning Qiang sat at the bottom seat gracefully, neither introducing himself nor saying hello to everyone.

He just sat there, looking at them one by one, his eyes unavoidable.

The atmosphere in the room was tense. Ning Qiang didn't know whether others were embarrassed or not, but he wasn't embarrassed anyway.

He crossed his legs impatiently, pulled out the cigar he had brought with him, clicked, and the exquisite lighter popped out an inch-high blue flame. He lit the cigar, took a deep breath, and puffed out a smoke ring happily.

He tilted his head, took another puff, looked across the room with half-smiling eyes, and puffed out another smoke ring leisurely...

If you don't say yes, I will continue to blow out smoke rings for you to see who can't calm down first.

"Cough, cough."

Two coughs drew everyone's attention to the main seat, where sat a bespectacled old man with silver hair on his hair, a straight back, and an elegant demeanor.

Ning Qiang raised his eyebrows. The old man should be the person in charge of the Poisonous Scorpion headquarters.

Needless to say, who knew that this old man who looked like a university professor led a huge underworld organization.

"Mr. Ning, I am Abu Nasib. People call me Old Abu. You can call me Abu or Old Abu."

"Hello, Mr. Abb."

People are polite, but we can't be ignorant of etiquette, and we can't embarrass our ancestors of Yan and Huang when we go out.

Straightening up, Ning Qiang sat forward, nodded politely, and turned the hand holding the cigar to one side.

Abu has a gentle smile and sincere eyes:

"I invited Mr. Ning here today to discuss how to deal with our common enemy, the Pei Nansheng brother and sister who once caused trouble to Mr. Ning."

In the last few words, Abu emphasized his tone.

Ning Qiang laughed twice:

"Old Mr. Aibu, thank you for inviting me to attend the party at the Villa. But you misunderstood. It was just a small misunderstanding between brother and sister Pei Nansheng and me, and it was by no means a matter of life and death. I disappoint you."

I muttered to myself, as expected, the devils all have kind and amiable faces, and you must not be deceived by appearances.

Abu's eyes were deep, and Topas had already told him the result of the test.

People often say that Chinese people are like a loose sand and like to fight among themselves.

Why, does this law no longer apply to the young people in front of us?

Not enough bait?