Survival in the apocalypse: I became rich through farming games

He had met Mayor Jiang several times before the end of the world. The lighting was not good now. He felt that the man looked somewhat similar, but he was not entirely sure.

Jiang Lianming was concerned about the fireworks, but when he thought about the home invasion and robbery some time ago, he felt that the security base was at a disadvantage and he had to act warmer, so he looked over, smiled a little, nodded and said hello, "Good evening, Mr. Shao."

Most of the Shao family's businesses were taken over by Shao Yihan's biological father, so Grandpa Shao was called Old Mr. Shao, and Shao's father was called Mr. Shao. Shao Yihan, the little boy, was only called Young Master Shao.

The depth of the city and the high IQ are probably arranged in a descending order.

Over there, I chatted with Mayor Jiang, using official accents and polite words, and saying New Year greetings to leaders during the holidays. They all came and went like a live class. Ye Buqing listened with gusto and felt that socializing was really a fun experience. door knowledge.

After talking about it, it was inevitable to talk about the previous accident. Jiang Lianming took the initiative to talk about it, and Shao's father also sighed repeatedly.

Ye Buqing didn't inquire about the subsequent situation. He crooked Shao Yihan's elbow and asked him in a low voice, "How did your family handle the matter in the end?"

Shao Yihan looked at his father's flattery on the side, snorted disdainfully, and rolled his eyes, "It's enough to pay for the medical expenses. They always want to take the opportunity to negotiate terms. I don't understand what they think."

Young people like them who have just graduated from high school and have not yet entered college, especially Shao Yihan, a rich second generation who has been pampered since childhood and has not been severely beaten by society, actually hate some secular rules of communication.

From his point of view, he couldn't understand why he needed to put in his bank card and try to please others when negotiating a business deal, nor could he understand why he had to punish himself with a few drinks at the wine table and lose the benefit of smiling with the other party.

His thinking is still in the student stage. When it is the simplest and most direct, if I like you, I will play with you. If I don't like you, I won't bother to care about you. If you want to help, you will help. If you don't want to, I won't.

To him, this kind of fawning and socializing is like the smelly air outside the ivory tower, and it is the most degrading thing in the world.

Ye Buqing could understand him, but he didn't agree, so he didn't say much.

In the evening, his son woke him up to watch the fireworks. Mr. Shao actually didn’t wear much. He was wrapped in a coat and shivering in the cold wind. If he had known that he would meet Mayor Jiang, he would definitely put on his own three-piece suit to match. Wearing a velvet coat, he came out decently. Thinking of this, Mr. Shao raised his head and glanced at his son.

My son stood next to a pretty girl blowing her beard and staring at her father with a look that was not polite at all.

Mayor Jiang actually felt the chill too, he was cold too! But this was not his home. He would definitely not bring a few strange men to Ye Buqing's home. There were so many fireworks in the yard that they couldn't see them.

So a few people braved the cold wind and chatted at the door.

Not long after, Zhaoyi drove over and saw a few new faces, so he stopped aside and didn't move.

Mr. Shao also realized that there was probably something to deal with here, so he took the initiative to say goodbye, took his son over, and waved away with Mayor Jiang.

Ye Buqing opened the door as wide as possible and asked Zhaoyi to lead people to move things in and out. Several hundred boxes of fireworks were as big as his thighs and as small as his calves, filling two cars.

Zhuang Ji just came out of the house, with his sleeves rolled up and his arms all red. He didn't even have time to dry his hands when he saw them all working. He sighed and resigned to his fate and joined the moving team.

After moving the things, Ye Buqing went into the house, called Yuan Wentong out, and took him back. Mayor Jiang sat in the back seat, touching the leather seat of Ye Buqing's trot and clicking his tongue.

Ye Buqing handed the score card to Zhaoyi for him to handle, and stood at the door to discuss the event with Yuan Wentong.

Yuan Wentong thought about it for a day and probably had some framework, so he told Ye Buqing, who wrote and painted pictures, that if everyone was to participate, there would be many projects. Ye Buqing had Mayor Jiang's promise. There is no need to worry about security issues, so Yuan Wentong can plan the venue to be larger.

Midway through, Yuan Wentong asked whether the prizes should be determined first so that they could be publicized to attract crowds.

"What do you think is more suitable?" Ye Buqing asked.

"Points? This is more intuitive. It can also be used to distribute supplies and the like. What everyone needs most now is food. The canteen was packed with people for the stew given out on New Year's Eve, and there was almost a fight over it." Yuan Wentong said. .

"The top three in each competition will be awarded. The first place will be rewarded with 50 kilograms of pork, the second place will be rewarded with 30 kilograms, and the third place will be rewarded with 20 kilograms. Is this okay?" Ye Buqing said that she could give more, but the prize Too many, and that’s not a good thing for the person who wins the award.

"Fifty pounds???" Yuan Wentong frowned, "Boss, I personally think it's best for these prizes not to be too big. It's easy for people to miss you if you carry so much meat back."

Ah this...

Ye Buqing said sarcastically, "I am also prepared to give you two hundred catties, which is already a lot less."

"..." Yuan Wentong held his forehead.

Well, he knows nothing about his boss’s arrogance!

"Then it can be discounted or taken away in batches. Is this the case for the head office?" Ye Buqing thought for a while and proposed a new plan.

"That's it, there's nothing else to do." Yuan Wentong nodded and wrote it down in his notebook.

The two of them talked for a few more words. It was getting late, so Ye Buqing asked Yuan Wentong to go back and have a rest early. Yuan Wentong took his mobile phone back and used the power bank to charge it. Tomorrow he had to go to Jiang Lianming's office to export the video he took today to others.

Ye Buqing talked for a long time and then took out a thermos to drink water. It was filled with lily and lotus seed soup made by Ye Cheng. It was warm and very comfortable to drink on a cold day.

After waiting for another ten minutes, Zhaoyi came out of the material exchange center, followed by Wei Duocai, who looked resentful and bitter.

Zhaoyi handed the card to Ye Buqing. Before he could say how many points he had redeemed in total, Ye Buqing stuffed the card into his bag and turned around to leave.

Not these seven-digit points...

Zhaoyi simply didn't know what to say. He shook his head and returned to the exchange center. Wei Duocai followed him and asked him angrily, "Did you eat well during the Chinese New Year? Director Zhao can't even hide the smell of meat..."

Zhao Yi was too lazy to pay attention to him and went back to Jiang Lianming to talk in a low voice.

When Ye Buqing came home, he really didn't want to have a table of pots and pans left untied at home!

She has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder and hates dirty things not being cleaned up. She drove quickly back to the villa and locked the door. She was about to put all the tables, chairs and benches in the restaurant into the warehouse. As soon as she entered the door, she was stunned by the bright and clean house with bright windows. .

I went to push the kitchen door, and it was clean inside. The cutting board and used kettle were all in their place.

In confusion, Ye Buqing suddenly remembered.

Eh? Did Zhuang Ji just come in and wash his hands for more than half an hour? Did he roll up his sleeves so much that Lao Gao's arms turned red from the cold?