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

After eating the hot pot, both of them were sweating. Song Jinhe took out two pieces of paper to wipe the sweat, and handed two pieces to Cheng Qianhuai.

"It must be hot if you wear long sleeves. Just take off your shirt. I don't mind."

Cheng Qianhuai's ears turned red when he heard this: "This is not good."

Song Jinhe waved his hands indifferently: "What's wrong with this? I don't have any bad thoughts towards you, so just don't worry.

How can anyone eat hot pot wearing long sleeves and long trousers like you do? It's inexplicable. "

Cheng Qianhuai hesitated for a moment and then cautiously unbuttoned his shirt, but did not dare to unbutton all of them. He only unbuttoned the top three buttons and did not dare to continue.

Song Jinhe looked at him like this, with his shirt half open and his ears flushed, and he swallowed subconsciously.

Shaking her head, she quickly picked up a piece of duck blood, put it in a bowl, dipped it in the sauce and stuffed it into her mouth.

Cheng Qianhuai, a fool, doesn't he know that it's more tempting to look like this with only a few buttons unbuttoned?

The two spent the rest of the hot pot time in embarrassment and embarrassment. After cleaning up the mess, they hurriedly changed their clothes and returned to the fireplace.

Song Jinhe still had some doubts about life. She always felt that Cheng Qianhuai was deliberately seducing her in the space, but his own ears were also very red, and he seemed to be really shy.

Cheng Qianhuai measured her reaction and suppressed the raised corners of his lips without revealing his true thoughts.

Yes, he did it on purpose.

Song Jinhe didn't understand feelings at all, but his desire for her became more and more intense, but she turned a blind eye to the overwhelming surge of love.

In this case, he can only take the wrong approach and focus on a secret seduce. One day, he can make this woman feel how good he is.

Not long after the two came out, they heard the sound of the security door being knocked, and the charm in the air was instantly broken.

Cheng Qianhuai was a little unhappy, but Song Jinhe stood up and walked out, looking outside shivering against the cold.

The person standing was none other than Scarface Wang Xingsheng.

There was no one behind him, and the skin on his body was slightly bruised, obviously from the cold.

Song Jinhe said through the door: "What's the matter?"

Wang Xingsheng was a little excited when he heard the voice inside the door. He rubbed his frozen hands and said hurriedly: "Do you have any extra firewood or something like that? I want to exchange it with you for supplies."

Their team had actually stocked up on a lot of firewood when they moved here, but there were too many of them. Now it has been two months, and the firewood is about to run out.

The temperature outside made it impossible to go out in search of supplies, so I could only go upstairs to try my luck with Song Jinhe.

There is no other reason than that the fireplace chimney on the 18th floor is emitting black smoke every day.

If there is smoke, it proves that they have firewood. If they have firewood, they may be able to exchange materials with them for some firewood.

Song Jinhe listened to his purpose and said without thinking for long: "The firewood in our hands is enough for the two of us. Although I also want to help you, I can't do it even if I want to."

The firewood and charcoal in her space can be called a mountain, but she doesn't want to reveal her wealth, nor does she want to become the hope of survival for the survivors in Building 3.

Although it was exchanged for supplies, she had plenty of supplies of all kinds, so there was no need to expose her supply reserves for some petty gains.

Song Jinhe's answer was as expected by Wang Xingsheng. He lowered his voice and approached the door and said, "I have a grenade in my hand. This is my last trump card. I can trade this with you, okay?"

He got this grenade by accident when he was fighting with others. He had used one to save his life, but now he only had the last one left in his hand.

He actually didn't want to exchange this life-saving item, but seeing his teammates unable to support themselves without firewood, he knew he couldn't hide any longer.

Song Jinhe's eyes moved when she heard this. She knew that the dangers in the future would definitely be more difficult to deal with, and she could only survive if she had strong enough weapons in her hands.

She didn't want to miss this grenade, after all, this thing could save her life in a critical moment.

The space is actually stocked with looted firearms and ammunition, but these items are non-renewable and will be gone after use.

All I can say is, the more, the merrier.

Song Jinhe gritted his teeth and responded: "I can trade with you, but our supplies are also very scarce. We can only give you 30 kilograms of firewood. See if you can accept it."

30 kilograms, a solid wood desk is more than 30 kilograms, she has kept the price very low.

Wang Xingsheng naturally understands that 30 kilograms of firewood is indeed not as valuable as a grenade, but the most important thing in extremely cold weather is these guys who keep warm.

He thought for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement.

He knew that only the 3th floor of Building 18 could save them. Although 30 kilograms of firewood was not much, it was enough for a group of them to survive for one more day.

Wang Xingsheng nodded in agreement, but Song Jinhe felt heavy in his heart.

She had to admit that this man was indeed a very good team leader. He led a group of old, weak, women and children to make a living in the apocalypse, but he never said that he would abandon any of them.

"Okay, then you wait for me to look for it, and Cheng Qianhuai and I will bring the firewood to you later."

It would naturally take some time for Song Jinhe to prepare firewood. During this period, Wang Xingsheng could not be kept waiting in the corridor, otherwise he would freeze to death.

When the other party heard her agreement, her mood instantly improved, and she walked back to the 16th floor, trembling, rubbing her hands that were red from the cold.

Song Jinhe returned to 1801, took out a plastic woven bag from the space, and stuffed the firewood chopped by himself and Cheng Qianhuai into it, and did not stop until the bag was filled to the brim.

Cheng Qianhuai stood beside her to help hold the bags, and looked at her with a more playful look: "These are more than 30 kilograms, right?"

Song Jinhe smiled, but did not answer.

In the past, Wang Xingsheng borrowed a rubber boat and gave them a lot of supplies, which was already considered an excess. Now these firewoods are considered as repayment of the extra supplies he gave them in the first place.

He is an honest man, a good captain, and a good stranger.

Song Jinhe was willing to provide him with some conveniences, which could be regarded as making a good friend and leaving an extra path for himself.

At this moment, she didn't know that it was her decision that would allow her to gain support from Wang Xingsheng's team in the future and successfully gain a foothold in the apocalypse.

Wrapping themselves tightly, Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai walked downstairs together. Carrying the large bag of firewood, they knocked on the door of 1602.

In order to save wood, the survivors of Wang Xingsheng's team have all gathered in a room. A small brazier is lit in the room. Although it is of little use, it is much warmer than outside.

Seeing the bags in their hands, Wang Xingsheng quickly stepped forward and reached out to take it, but when he touched the weight, he looked up at Song Jinhe in shock.

"Didn't you say 30 pounds?"

Song Jinhe smiled when he heard this: "I just want to make a good relationship. You are a good captain. Let me help you this time to make everyone live warmer."