In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

Perhaps sensing that Qian Gaoshan's expression was a little unnatural, Deng Qilin said again: "It's not that I have any bad intentions, I just thought that in today's environment, people who can burn things every day to keep warm must not be ordinary people.

We can move here in Building 7 so that we can take advantage of the glory of the strong, right? "

He smiled a little ashamedly: "You guys from Building 3 are really outstanding. I guess with Building 18 as the leader, the lives of the others will be pretty good, right?

Building 7 is not doing well. We were busy stocking up on food before the temperature dropped. We failed to prepare firewood in advance, and all the furniture in our house was almost burned. "

Qian Gaoshan looked at Deng Qilin and snorted: "Oh, their 18th floor is not under our control in Building 3.

They have guns in their hands, and their lives are so smooth. A little oil and water leaking between their fingers is enough for all of us.

It's a pity that people are unwilling to support us and watch everyone suffer without even showing their faces. "

Hearing this, Deng Qilin subconsciously grabbed his hands together and rubbed them: "Gun? Where did they get this rare thing?"

"Who knows this? People just have it. With this thing, they can go sideways in today's world.

The previous building director was shot to death just because she said a few words to persuade her to take care of the survivors in the building. Even though I am in a higher position now, I dare not come to provoke them. "

Qian Gaoshan shrugged helplessly: "As the building manager, I am really a coward."

Deng Qilin hurriedly comforted him, but his eyes were shining brightly. Seeing Qian Gaoshan being flattered by his sweet words, he couldn't distinguish between east, west, north and south. He promptly proposed his purpose.

"Then can our Building No. 7 merge with you? Surviving in the apocalypse is really difficult. You seem to be a loyal person at first glance. I feel confident in being friends with you."

Seeing that Qian Gaoshan was still hesitant, he spoke again: "After all, we are borrowing your place to survive. If we can move here, we will definitely pay the rent.

How about 20 kilograms of rice and 20 kilograms of white flour? Although the quality is definitely not as good as before the apocalypse, it can still fill your stomach.

I also understand the rules. Things will be delivered directly to your home. As for how to distribute them, that is your decision and has nothing to do with us. "

Qian Gaoshan was slightly moved. With so many supplies, he could find a way to steal a lot, which was enough for him to improve his life.

But why did Building 7 have to be moved to Building 3? It would be a bit thin just to keep warm. He always felt that Deng Qilin was an old fox and he must not be holding anything good in his stomach.

Seeing that Qian Gaoshan still had no doubts, Deng Qilin simply suppressed his smile: "Since you don't agree with it, head of the building, we won't force it.

We at Jinyuan Belvedere are not the only ones cooperating with you. There will be no problem if I talk to other building managers. "

After saying that, he stood up and pretended to leave, but Qian Gaoshan stopped him with his hand: "Brother Deng, isn't this just a stranger? It would be good to move here to keep him company.

When everyone adds firewood, the flames are high. If everyone works together, the days will be better and better. "

Deng Qilin suppressed the sarcastic smile on his lips: "If you think so, that's the best. We will move here immediately, and my brothers will send the rice and noodles to you directly.

We will be neighbors from now on. We won't go home until we get drunk tonight. "

After saying that, he turned around and left with a smile, the cruelty in his eyes flashed away, but he was extremely excited in his heart.

He had set his sights on Building 3 early. Although they were not the building with the largest number of people in Jinyuan Belvedere, the 18th floor was really attractive to him.

Although 18 has a gun, he can always find a chance to snatch it away. Plus the supplies in their home, just thinking about it makes me drool.

Even if the 18th floor is excluded, Building 3 will be his first target.

Deng Qilin's real purpose was not to move into Building 3, but to expand his sphere of influence and gradually bring all the survivors in Jinyuanli City under his command and be dispatched by him.

Before the end of the world, he was the eldest brother of a small gang, with a handful of subordinates. After the end of the world, he saved a lot of money by stealing supplies.

Now that he has the supplies, what he lacks is a younger brother who can follow him everywhere, burning, killing and looting. He can have the opportunity to become the Tu Emperor, how can he let it go so easily?

He had already inquired about Building 3 in advance. They were basically ordinary people before the apocalypse. They had no ambitions and were survivors who were struggling in the apocalypse just to fill their stomachs.

Aren't these people just doing the work for him?

Building No. 3 is just the first step. Next, he will take control of Jinyuan Belvedere in his own hands step by step, make his name in the apocalypse, become a being that no one dares to mess with in Yuncheng, and enjoy the scarcest supplies. and beauties.

*

After Song Jinhe came out of the gym, he felt that it was a mess outside. Although he could only hear the wind before, now there were many noisy voices from strangers. It sounded like there were quite a lot of people.

She frowned. Are there any new members joining Building 3?

After stopping in front of the security door for a while but not getting any information, she raised her eyebrows and returned home, but suddenly she heard someone knocking on the security door.

She didn't say anything, returned to the study and turned on the surveillance camera, only to find a completely strange man.

Wearing glasses and looking polite, he looks about 30 years old.

"Hello, I am a newly moved resident of Building 7, and I am the building manager Deng Qilin.

I have given each resident a small gift. This one belongs to you two. Please accept it. "

After saying that, he waved towards the camera and left without waiting for Song Jinhe's reply. He didn't seem to miss him at all.

Song Jinhe rubbed his twitching eyelids. This guy didn't look threatening, but she always felt something was wrong.

It's the end of the world now, and the house is completely ownerless. As long as you have a strong fist, you can live anywhere you want.

But this guy moved here with great fanfare and even gave gifts to the survivors in Building 3, which somewhat meant to win people's hearts.

But Qian Gaoshan didn't say anything to stop him, so he must have gained a lot of benefits.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but be curious. After opening the safety door, she picked up the paper bag placed in front of the door and looked at the supplies inside with interest.

The weight is not light, and the things contained there are valuable enough.

A box of cold medicine, a box of anti-inflammatory medicine, an ointment to treat chilblains, and even a big-name hand cream that women love to use.

Song Jinhe put the bag back in its place, returned home and washed himself a plate of strawberries.

This guy must have gotten information about the 18th floor from Qian Gaoshan. If she guessed correctly, in order to build a good relationship with the 18th floor, the gifts he gave should be more expensive than those given to other people.

Medicines can be called soft gold after the end of the world. This is especially true in this low-temperature environment. There are many people who are sick, and medicines have become increasingly precious.

But this guy only gave her a box and even gave her hand cream, but his intentions were unclear.

It's just to gradually soften the vigilance on the 18th floor, and then wait for the opportunity to take advantage of it. After all, who doesn't want the mountains of supplies?