Reborn after the apocalypse, stocked up on supplies but still afraid of not having a goddess?

"I'm coming!"

A middle-aged man responded.

Ye Zheng looked at the man and doubted his own eyes.

Is this definitely a person?

How can a person grow up like this?

Do you take hormones when you eat feed every day?

Five feet high, five feet wide, and five feet thick!

Or the radius is two feet and five.

With a fat head and big ears, and that smile, with all his facial features squeezed together, Ye Zheng could only think of one word: pig.

The man came out from the side door of the prize redemption hall and trotted straight to Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng only felt that the marble floor tiles were shaking.'

"Hello, I'm the supervisor here, my name is Ren Fei."

Ye Zheng chuckled. This name is interesting. Isn't it the opposite of fat man? It's quite appropriate.

"Hello, Director Ren, I have something urgent to do. Please redeem the prize for me as soon as possible. Thank you."

Ye Zheng didn't want to waste any more words with him. After all, they would only deal with each other once in this life, and he would never have anything to do with him in the future.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I will process it as soon as possible. However, with more than 4,000 tickets, it will take a while to process even if we are quick. How about we go to my office and I will make you a pot of tea so you can drink it while you wait?"

Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.

To be honest, Ye Zheng didn't want to get entangled with him, but it was really hard to just sit here and wait.

Even if I didn't go for tea with him, what was coming would have to happen anyway, after all, I couldn't leave now.

Ye Zheng thought about it and agreed.

"Okay, I'll bother you then."

Ren Fei's office was even more luxurious than Ye Zheng had imagined. It was more than 50 square meters and was filled with European-style furniture with a few letters on it: Baxter.

Ye Zheng didn’t understand these things, but he estimated that this set of furniture was not cheap.

The tea is definitely good. I can smell its fragrance before it’s even served.

"Director Ren has good taste!"

Ren Fei seemed very happy that someone could understand his taste.

"Yes, yes, yes. Life must be lived with taste. It can be seen that you are of the same mind."

"This sofa is so comfortable! I wonder how much it costs?"

"The whole house furniture is custom made, the total is 650,000. If you want a set, I can help you contact them and give you a 10% discount."

Ye Zheng just smiled, lowered his head and took a sip of tea, and said nothing more.

Seeing that Ye Zheng suddenly stopped talking, Ren Fei was also stunned. The scene was a little awkward for a moment.

He rubbed his hands, made faces, and hesitated for a long time, until his fat face turned red.

Ye Zheng pretended not to see it and lowered his head to sip the tea. It turned out to be good tea indeed.

"Um...Brother, I want to ask you something."

Taking the opportunity to refill the tea, the fat man finally got to the point.

Now that you've opened your mouth, you can't avoid it.

"You said."

Ye Zheng was still blowing the tea foam leisurely.

"Okay, then I won't beat around the bush.

As you know, our lottery is a public welfare activity.

With your after-tax bonus of 24 billion, can you make some contribution to charity? Donate a little money?"

Ye Zheng finally raised his head and looked at him meaningfully.

"Oh, donating 1.2? This makes me feel guilty."

"Then you can donate more. The more the better. Brother is really a generous person. Hahahaha..."

When Ren Fei smiled, not only the fat on his face trembled, but Ye Zheng felt that the whole building was shaking.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. I meant that even if I donated a small amount, my conscience would not allow it.

Look, you keep talking about charity and public welfare, but your office is decorated so luxuriously.

Is this also a public benefit?”

These words left Ren Fei speechless. He stared at Ye Zheng with his mouth open, his face instantly turning the color of liver.

Having had enough tea, Ye Zheng didn’t want to stay any longer.

"Thank you for the tea, Director Ren. Goodbye!"

Without waiting for his reply, Ye Zheng walked out of the office.

Damn, the office is so big that I have to walk dozens of steps to get in and out.

The prize redemption hall, which was deserted just now, is now bustling with activity.

A dozen people were talking about something there.

As soon as they saw Ye Zheng, they surrounded him immediately.

"Sir, I'm from the xx Charity Fund. Are you willing to donate a little to charity?"

"Brother, I'm from the xx welfare home. Can you help those orphans?"

"Handsome guy, I'm from the xx Association, can you donate some money?"

……

They are well-informed.

Ye Zheng understood that they had arranged an insider in the prize redemption center.

Many salesmen who solicit donations receive commissions, and they are also happy to spend some money to buy information from the people at the prize redemption center. After all, people who have won a big prize are generally more generous.

Ye Zheng has no aversion to doing charity work.

But he doesn't believe in these so-called charities.

That year, an earthquake occurred in Province S, and Ye Zheng did not donate a penny when his unit organized a donation.

But he took seven days of annual leave, which including the weekend made it 11 days, and he drove a full truck of supplies directly to the disaster area.

To be honest, Ye Zheng did think about charity.

He certainly can't spend all this money.

Especially his comrades who shared life and death with him, many of them are having a hard time after retirement, so he must help them.

Besides, he also needs some help.

Comrades who once trusted you with their lives on the battlefield are absolutely trustworthy.

Donate? Get lost!

"Shut up!"

Ye Zheng was a little annoyed by the noisy noise.

The whole hall fell silent in an instant.

“I will do charity myself!

I won't donate a penny, so don't waste your time.

I don’t want to say another word, nor do I want to hear another word.”

After saying that, Ye Zheng found a chair and sat down, playing with his mobile phone.

A group of people murmured a few words, and seeing that there was no chance, they tactfully dispersed.

There was a busty girl who was quite persistent. She kept saying sweet words to Ye Zheng and attacking him with her weapon.

It is important to take advantage of a free gift, so Ye Zheng still lowered his head to play with his mobile phone, while also enjoying the attack of the weapon.

After wasting a lot of time and seeing that there was no effect, the busty girl stomped her feet and left.

"Sir, your prize has been redeemed and will be deposited within an hour. Here is your ID card and bank card."

Finally it was done. Ye Zheng took the ID card and bank card and walked towards the second-hand Hongguang at the door.

In less than an hour, my phone dinged and I received a text message reminder.

"Your bank card with the last digit 8090 has received a transfer of 24425600000.00 yuan, with a balance of xxx."

The money has finally arrived. The next step is to find Song Xiaodie to finalize the house issue. We also have to hurry up to renovate it.

Yanhe Hospital.

The doorman, Lao Ge, was still smoking a cigarette and watching the live broadcast, and the beautiful woman in two pieces of cloth was still posing coquettishly.'

Suddenly, a sharp brake sound was heard, which scared Lao Ge.

Looking up, I saw the familiar second-hand Hongguang drifting and stopping at the door.

Following behind was a Panamera, a car he was more familiar with.

Ye Zheng got out of the car and greeted him.

Lao Ge also waved his hands politely, but he used too much force and Huazi was thrown off.

Does he really want to buy this yard?

It seems that the truly rich people now like to keep a low profile.

Under Song Xiaodie's guidance, Ye Zheng looked around the three buildings, and they were better than he had imagined.

Although no one had lived in the room for half a year, it was still spotless and tidy.

It seems that there is someone special cleaning during this period.

Ye Zheng was very satisfied.

"Ms. Song, I am very satisfied with the house. Did you bring the contract with you?

We can sign the contract now, and I will transfer the money to you right away."

Song Xiaodie was a little surprised that the decision was made so quickly and decisively.

"Mr. Ye, you'd better think it over before making a decision. You can't go back on your word after signing the contract. Don't blame me for being ruthless when the time comes."

The real estate sales contract and the renovation contract were ready. Ye Zheng took the contract and read it carefully, then smiled faintly, "No problem, sign it!"

Song Xiaodie stared at Ye Zheng for a while, raised her head and thought for a while, then said: "Wait a minute, I want to add a condition."