Nirvana at the end of the world, hoard hundreds of millions of supplies and win

Before the gangster finished speaking, he was glared hard by the boss.

"Am I the boss or are you the boss? Just give it to him if I say it, don't act blindly."

The gangster lowered his head unwillingly, his fists on both sides clenched tightly, and his eyes were fierce.

Isn’t it because his skills are better than his own? I'm going to kill you one day, you bastard.

Ye Qingcheng spoke immediately.

"You can take all these items from the canteen, and I can give you some more food."

"But I have a condition."

He pointed to the gas station outside.

"I want you to find some people to dig up the underground oil depot, and I will be responsible for your three meals a day. How about that?"

what?

"Responsible for our three meals a day? And let us take away everything from the canteen?"

The boss was shocked.

Ye Qingcheng raised his eyebrows: "Of course."

"Okay, okay, I'll call someone right now."

He was so excited that he quickly ordered the two gangsters around him to go back and call for help.

Instead, her face became embarrassed again: "Xia Xia, how are we going to dig in this ice and snow?"

At this moment, he saw that the ice and snow on the ground that was originally three feet frozen disappeared, revealing soft earth.

His eyes couldn't help but widen.

Without even thinking, he knew it was the heroine in front of him who did it.

Then, several large shovels suddenly appeared next to them, and their mouths opened wide, wishing they could stuff a goose egg into them.

"This...space power!!"

I had heard about this kind of power recently, but I was still shocked when I saw it today.

Also, I heard that killing space superpowers can return supplies, but I don’t know if it’s true or not.

I was hesitant and didn't dare to verify.

"What are you doing standing around? Go quickly."

Ye Qingcheng was not worried about what these thugs would do to him. After all, even this boss was only a level two superpower.

Just wave your hand and you can knead it into pulp.

The boss kicked his gangster on the butt and roared with big round eyes.

"The heroine has already spoken, why don't you go quickly?"

"Yes Yes Yes."

The two gritted their teeth and left.

In a short time, forty or fifty strong men and a dozen women were summoned.

All of them have earth-colored faces and stagger when they walk. This is caused by long-term hunger.

Looking at these refugees, Ye Qingcheng couldn't help but shook his head. Can these guys really work?

"Ten people form a team, stand in line."

As soon as the mob leader opened his mouth, everyone was so frightened that they stood in line and stood motionless.

Ye Qingcheng took out the prepared supplies. A cart of white-faced steamed buns was covered with a white quilt, and the fragrance of the steamed buns emanated from inside.

The refugee who smelled the smell stared straight at the car and licked his lips from time to time.

"His Liu, I...I seem to smell the aroma of steamed buns."

A woman said excitedly.

Her face was ashen, and her gray face was covered with fine lines of dryness and cracks. There were red blood streaks in the play. This was caused by long-term lack of skin care and dryness caused by exposure to wind and sun.

A girl next to her who was as thin as a bamboo pole rolled her eyes: "Are you crazy about eating steamed buns? How is it possible to have hot pan-noodle steamed buns in this weather?"

There was a man behind him who also sucked and drooled and said, "I...I seem to smell the aroma of steamed buns too."

Before the thin girl could speak, Ye Qingcheng had already pulled the flat cart over and called the leader of the thugs over.

"There are white flour steamed buns and warm water in this car. Two steamed buns and a bottle of water per person. After eating, get to work quickly."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Even the leader of the mob stretched out his finger and pointed at the flat car tremblingly, stammering in his mouth.

"You...what did you say?"

"This is white flour steamed buns?"

He couldn't believe his ears. Was he crazy about gain and loss? Still hallucinating.

"You heard it right, this is white-flour steamed buns. Hurry up, you have three days to dig out the oil depot below."

Ye Qingcheng twisted his neck.

"If I see you being lazy and deliberately cheating me of food, I will throw you out to feed the zombies!"

The leader of the thugs quickly nodded and bowed: "Don't dare."

Then, in a hurry, the excited crowd began to serve white-faced steamed buns.

The refugees, who had been hungry for several days, wolfed down the steamed buns like hungry wolves.

There was nothing in return, so they could only do more work. Even though they were all in poor health and working very hard, none of them were lazy.

Ye Qingcheng looked at the backs of these people working. Only two or three women were whispering to each other while working.

The rest are working hard.

So during lunch, except for the three women, everyone added an extra chicken leg and a bowl of mutton soup.

Of course, there was very little mutton in the broth, but they still ate it with gusto.

Some people even cried. This was the best meal they had eaten since the end of the world.

"You are discriminating."

"Why do they all have chicken legs and mutton soup, and we only have two steamed buns and warm water?"

A woman with very high cheekbones came out and glared at Ye Qingcheng.

Although their leader is a thug, he is not the kind to do harm to the world. He often threatens and beats people, but never kills anyone.

In order to get more survival supplies, these women took the initiative to stick up.

So I'm just a little hungry at ordinary times, and I don't really suffer anything.

When I see unfair treatment, I immediately become unwilling to do so.

"That's right, why do they all have chicken legs and mutton soup to drink? It's not fair."

Ye Qingcheng gave these three women a faint look, and a cold and indifferent smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"fair?"

He hadn't heard these two words for a long time.

"Since you think it's unfair, then leave."

As soon as these words came out, the three women suddenly panicked.

How about leaving?

Let’s not talk about chicken legs and broth, just two big steamed buns and a bowl of warm water for every meal, which is considered a blessing.

"We are all one, and if we have to go, we all go together."

"Yes, let's go together."

The three women spoke righteously and prepared to take everyone away with them. The smiling people around them suddenly stopped and looked up at them.

Their movements were uniform, as if they had encountered some plague, they retreated one after another.

The head shook like a rattle, no, they won't leave.

Afraid of making Ye Qingcheng unhappy, a fierce-looking man stepped forward and kicked the woman on the waist.

The woman was kicked unexpectedly, and he fell back without much strength, knocking out a piece of his front teeth.

"You stinky woman, if you want to leave, don't bother us. We still have to work for the heroine, so you won't leave."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at the three women with indignation.

"That's right, you want to get out and don't bother us. You were lazy when you were working just now and kept talking there. Why should you let the heroine give you chicken legs?"