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

Yamada Lin and Miyamoto Jiro looked at Ye Zheng with very proud smiles on their faces.

On the surface, it was asking Ye Zheng whether he was willing to cooperate, but in fact, it did not give him any room for choice.

A common gang tactic.

Ye Zheng also laughed.

He laughed very wildly, more proud than the two Japanese devils, even a little arrogant.

His smile made Yamada Lin a little confused.

Just when I was about to doze off, someone brought me a pillow. How could I not be happy?

Just when I was feeling sexually aroused, a stunning beauty threw herself into my arms. Of course I would be extremely happy.

What you need will come to you.

From the very beginning, Ye Zheng had been thinking about finding a local agent, preferably one who was powerful and influential.

If there is such a person taking the lead, it can save a lot of worry and trouble.

Gangs with underworld characteristics are definitely the most suitable agents.

They have a huge network of relationships and can create a lot of trouble, but they can also solve a lot of trouble.

They are profit-driven and can ignore the law for money.

They can do anything to make money, including selling white flour, forcing women of good families into prostitution, killing people and robbing them, and raising prices.

The so-called underworld ethics is nothing more than a fig leaf to cover up evil.

I have plenty of money. As long as you are willing to work, you can make a lot of money.

After the end of the world, the least valuable thing is money.

It's easy to make money from me, but it's hard to say whether you will have the life to enjoy it.

It depends on my mood.

When it comes to the Land of Sakura, I am never in a good mood.

If you dare to play tricks on me, don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless.

People who have died once will inevitably have more resentment.

A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and Ye Zheng gave Yamada Lin a warm hug.

"It is my honor to work with the Kurosakura Society. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."

Then Ye Zheng put his arm around Miyamoto Jiro's shoulders again, "You are really good! I said I would take special care of you."

The $500 million contract was signed, Ye Zheng immediately paid for the goods, and then he just waited to receive the goods.

The Black Sakura Society was very considerate and provided Ye Zheng with two female translators free of charge, who provided 24-hour service and both had excellent looks and temperament.

One has big breasts and the other has long legs.

The workers and security were arranged very considerately, and several container handlers were also dispatched.

They were very efficient and from the second day onwards, there was an endless stream of trucks delivering medicines to the abandoned factory.

In the makeshift office, Ye Zheng leisurely sipped red wine, smoked cigarettes, and admired his ever-increasing supplies.

With the space bracelet, Ye Zheng doesn't need to open the container to inspect the goods. He can directly activate his consciousness to clearly sense what is inside.

Moreover, Ye Zheng was pleasantly surprised to find that as he became more proficient in using the bracelet, his perception range became larger and larger, and there was no problem within a range of dozens of meters.

In the past, he could only store things within a range of ten meters into the space, but now he can easily do it within dozens of meters, and the speed is much faster.

Five hundred million dollars worth of medicine cannot be used up at all.

Just because you can’t use all the supplies yourself doesn’t mean it’s meaningless. Isn’t it satisfying to let the enemy suffer due to lack of supplies?

Thinking of this, Ye Zheng poured another glass of red wine.

By the way, he also helped two beautiful young translators to test the quality of the underwear. This is Ye Zheng’s biggest hobby.

Ye Zheng enjoyed it very much, and the two little beauties also enjoyed it very much.

In a luxurious villa in Kyoto, there were two people, also tasting red wine proudly.

"President, do we really want to help that Dragon Countryman and transport the drugs out of Sakura Country?"

Jiro Miyamoto asked as he poured wine for Yamada Lin.

"Of course not! Despicable Dragon Country pigs! How could I possibly help them?"

Yamada Lin stroked his moustache proudly.

“He must be very rich, and we are going to squeeze every penny out of him.

Finally, let him roll back to Dragon Country with his bare ass.

I'll give him a plane ticket, maybe even a first-class ticket if I'm in a good mood.

He will thank me then!

Hahaha……"

"Then why don't we just tie him up? Why spend so much energy dealing with these drugs?"

"Baga! We are serious businessmen, how can we do such a thing?"

Yamada Lin was very dissatisfied with the gangster mentality of Miyamoto Jiro and his face was full of anger.

"Hi!"

Jiro Miyamoto immediately bowed and admitted his mistake.

Yamada Lin patted Miyamoto on the shoulder and said with a wretched look on his face: "The main reason is that we don't know how much money he has!

Every penny less earned is a loss!

With these drugs, we can blackmail him into paying more money.

In the end, he won't be able to bring any medicine back to Longguo, and we can still sell this batch of medicine at a good price.

This is how you should kill a pig!

Cut off every piece of his flesh and drain every drop of his blood!

Hahaha……"

He picked up a piece of sashimi and put it in his mouth.

"It's such a delicious salmon, and leaving a little meat on the bone is disrespectful to the salmon."

Miyamoto Jiro nodded repeatedly, "President is wise!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

The two men drank the wine in their glasses and laughed.

At KK Hotel, Ye Zheng was lying on the bed reading the news.

The two young translators were naked, lying on his left and right.

There was a faint smile on his lips, his whole body was tired, and his face looked satisfied and intoxicated.

There were water stains on the sheets.

After being teased by Ye Zheng in the office for a whole day, they couldn't stand it anymore.

A lively Sakura language class has just ended.

They taught very hard and Ye Zheng studied very seriously.

Ye Zheng remembered one of the words particularly clearly. They read it over and over again hundreds of times.

"Brother Ye, I have learned a new dance. Do you want to see it? Cute jpg"

Su Wanling sent a chat message.

"Okay, let me enjoy it. I haven't seen you dance for a long time, and I really miss you."

Not long after, Su Wanling sent a three-minute video.

She was wearing a leopard-print tasseled Latin dance dress and heavy makeup, and danced to the rhythm of the music.

Under the soft light, her figure is like a blooming flame, passionate and unrestrained.

Her long, silky hair fluttered lightly with her movements, as if accompanying her dance.

Her figure is graceful, like a nimble and sexy female leopard.

Her dance steps are light and powerful, and every movement is full of strength and passion.

Her dance is passionate and unrestrained, as if she wants to release all her enthusiasm and energy.

Ye Zheng replied. "Great! So beautiful. Passionate, sexy, and full of energy."

"Really? I just learned it, don't lie to me."

"I'm not going to lie to you, the phone screen is too small. It would be better if I could watch it in person, right?"

"Of course, I'll dance for you next time we meet. Shyjpg"

"I'm on a business trip. When I come back, I'll find you and you can teach me how to dance Latin dance together, okay?"

"Okay! But don't step on my feet then."

After carefully watching Su Wanling's dancing video several times, Ye Zheng felt interested again. Since he couldn't take the dance class, it would be nice to take a Sakura Language class.

Ye Zheng put down his phone and reached out to the delicate bodies of the two teachers.