Zombies don't need to rest
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"I understand, then I'll go to class first." After Pei Bin finished speaking, he went to the self-study room through the back door of Wufeng Tavern, while Jiang Yang walked around to the main entrance, just in time to see Feng Wenbin standing at the door of the lounge next to him .
Sighing silently, he walked over and asked, "Is that child here?"
Feng Wenbin nodded, and pointed to the lounge: "I arrived in the afternoon, walked abruptly from the seventh block, exhausted, had three pig's trotters and a big bowl of rice, and is sleeping now, I'll take her call?"
Jiang Yang shook his head: "Let's talk about it after she wakes up."
Standing at the entrance of the Windless Tavern, since the sign of closing for renovation was hung here, only the zombies of the Windless Tavern are left on this road.
Feng Wenbin lit a cigarette: "Is Base No. [-] really that miserable?"
Jiang Yang nodded: "The base city is responsible for everything from agricultural production to schools, hospitals, and scientific research. Even the nightclub has an official shadow behind it. You should be glad that you were not born in the third base city."
Feng Wenbin frowned and asked, "Luo Jincheng doesn't care? Base City No. [-] is also his territory, right?"
There was movement in the lounge, and Jiang Yang patted Feng Wenbin on the shoulder and said, "Base No. 11 pays much more taxes to the Federation than our No. [-] base city. If Luo Jincheng wants to expand his armaments, he can't move there." , besides, there are no dead people."
Jiang Yang listened carefully to the voice. Zhong Lanyin must not have woken up, but was just talking in his sleep.
He was not in a hurry to go in, and sat directly on the steps at the door and said, "Find some reliable people with you to go to Base City No. [-]."
Feng Wenbin sat next to him and asked, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Yang smiled: "Gift!"
Feng Wenbin asked again: "What about the gift?"
Jiang Yang pointed to the lounge: "I haven't woken up yet."
Feng Wenbin was stunned for a moment and then asked: "Brother Yang, are you going to give them, uh, a girl?"
Jiang Yang shook his head: "Send the bell!"
Seeing Feng Wenbin's puzzled look, Jiang Yang didn't say much, but calmly ordered: "Let your people go to the No. [-] Base City to open a tavern, first entertain the guests and don't worry about it, wait until later. use."
Feng Wenbin wrote it down seriously, Jiang Yang looked up at the moon above his head: "The world is going to be chaotic, get ready."
After speaking, he got up and walked into the tavern, while Feng Wenbin continued to sit at the door.
On the one hand, he was waiting for Zhong Lanyin to wake up, and on the other hand, he was also thinking about what Jiang Yang said.
Having been with the zombies for so long, he recently discovered that the zombies in the tavern are not in the right state
How do you say that feeling, as if they expected something bad, and now is the carnival before disaster strikes.
The thick glass door couldn't stop the cheers inside. Feng Wenbin glanced back, and the zombies inside were gathering in front of the huge TV screen to place bets on the two mechas that were fighting.
Jiang Yang also participated in it, holding a bear biscuit high and shouting: "Since ancient times, the left side of the wave has lost. If you don't believe me, I will bet a bear biscuit, and the blue side will win!"
Immediately, zombies objected: "That's a problem with the angle of the live broadcast camera. If you ask me, the red side must win!"
Jiang Yang shook his hands: "To bet or not, to bet or not?"
The zombie took out a biscuit from his pocket: "Then I can only thank Brother Yang for giving me the biscuit."
More and more zombies participated in the gambling game, and their voices became louder and louder. Feng Wenbin silently turned his head and smoked.
The last time I saw Jiang Yang in this state was not long before the conflict with the European Federation.
At that time, I was still very young, and Jiang Yang held him in his arms and watched him bet with other zombies on the time of war.
Now it is again.
And it was more lively than last time.
There was singing in the tavern, and Feng Wenbin exhaled a puff of smoke forcefully: "It really is a big deal."
He took out his mobile phone and began to arrange tasks according to Jiang Yang's instructions. In the lounge room, Zhong Lanyin, who came to the Windless Tavern from last night until this afternoon, slept soundly.
At twelve o'clock at night, Zhong Lanyin slowly opened his eyes after hearing the singing.
Lying on the big soft bed and looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, the singing sounded in her ears made her sit up curiously.
Although it was just a simple temporary lounge, it was far more comfortable than the house she rented in Base City No. [-], but thinking that she still had business to do, Zhong Lan got up and walked into the bathroom after listening for a while.
He fiddled with his somewhat messy hair in front of the mirror.
According to the rules of the nightclub, I was going to meet the big client who bought me out later, so I had to dress up beautifully so that I could charge a high price.
The lounge that Pei Bin found for her was originally a waitress' room, and there were some cosmetics that she hadn't taken away on the bathroom table.
Zhong Lan looked carefully at the makeup, she wanted to put on makeup like those girls in the nightclub.
But she won't.
The only cosmetic that grows so big is a lipstick, which was given by Sister Hua who tried to pick up customers for him when he was at work. After he refused, no one gave him this kind of thing again.
Anyway, most of the time Zhong Lanyin sat behind the counter and sang, giving more opportunities to appear on stage to girls of the same age who were willing to sell themselves.
Putting down the bottles and jars I didn't recognize, I simply washed my face in the end, and used the lipstick that Sister Hua gave me to gently apply a layer to cover the bitten wound on my lips.
Wet the hair with water, tied a high ponytail on the back of the head skillfully, stood in front of the mirror and slowly turned around, then sighed softly: "It would be great if I could have a nicer dress."
But she was also very satisfied with this, the original customers just liked to see herself like this.
Gently patted off the dust on the trouser legs from traveling, Zhong Lanyin smiled sweetly at the mirror: "I hope I can sell it for a good price."
Taking a deep breath, he opened the door to the lounge, and the boss who invited him to dinner in the afternoon was sitting on the steps of the door, smoking a cigarette.
Hearing the sound, Feng Wenbin turned his head to look at Zhong Lanyin, and pointed at the noisy tavern; "Brother Yang is waiting for you, just go in."
Nodding, Zhong Lanyin gently pushed open the door of the Windless Tavern.
The noisy voice stopped for an instant, and Zhong Lanyin subconsciously wanted to run away from the zombies' gaze.
But seeing Jiang Yang who was sitting on the edge of the counter looking at her sideways, she walked into the hall pretending to be calm.
Dong Quanyun poked the zombie next to him: "Who is this?"
The zombie next to him frowned and looked at Zhong Lanyin: "I'm looking for Brother Yang, the little girl looks good, that's right, uh, she's twenty?"
Zhong Lan walked through the hall cautiously, and the eyes of the zombies around her made her dare not look around, so she could only stare nervously at Jiang Yang.
Dong Quanyun looked at the ponytail that rose and fell as he walked: "It's only twenty at most, why did Brother Yang ask such a young child to come over?"
"Go and ask Brother Yang."
The zombies were talking about each other, but Zhong Lanyin finally came to Jiang Yang, looked at his calm expression, took a deep breath and said, "I've decided."
The zombies not far away listened with their ears upright, but Jiang Yang couldn't see any emotional fluctuations on his face, he just said indifferently: "Are you really going to sell your life to me?"
Zhong Lan nodded, and Dong Quanyun raised his eyebrows; "Where is this singing, dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty? Pull the chicken down, and die early in the morning."
No one responded, because the zombies could see Jiang Yang's displeasure.
The hall was silent, and even the game on the screen was muted. Under the watchful eyes of the zombies, Zhong Lan clenched her fists so that she had the courage to speak: "But I am Chu Ye, so you Need to pay more."
Zhong Lan felt that Jiang Yang in front of him narrowed his eyes, but all the zombies present stood up.
"Then make an offer."
Jiang Yang's voice was still calm, but the zombies had already sensed the coercion from him, and they sighed silently in their hearts, "Brother Yang hasn't been so angry for many years."
Zhong Lan didn't know this, so she just lowered her head and said quickly: "I need you to help Brother Lu and the others go home, and give me another 50."
The zombies quietly looked at the little girl standing in front of Jiang Yang with her waist bowed and her head bowed.
The soles of the shoes have been worn down due to too much walking, and the jeans have also been washed a little white. The white T-shirt is not a very good material, and the underwear straps inside are exposed. The only decoration on the whole body is the headband that binds the ponytail. On it was a beige rabbit with one ear missing.
Because he didn't hear Jiang Yang's answer, he spread his tightly held hands weakly, and stammered in a timid voice: "Three, 30, no less. Give me 30, and I will be yours." up"
Just when Zhong Lanyin was gritting her teeth and was about to drop another 50 yuan, she finally heard Jiang Yang's voice: "Feng Wenbin, she is temporarily staying at my place, transfer [-] yuan to her, and tell Lao Jiu that tomorrow night I will I want to invite Mayor Fan to my house for a drink."
Standing at the gate, Feng Wenbin nodded expressionlessly.
Jiang Yang looked at the girl in front of him: "Look up!"
Zhong Lan raised his head, Jiang Yang said calmly: "Remember, you are mine now, always keep your head down, I lose face."
Looking at each other, Zhong Lan nodded confusedly: "Yes, I understand."
Jiang Yang greeted two female zombies: "Take her to find the way."
Zhong Lanyin followed them blankly and left the Windless Tavern.
Not long after, when I saw the balance of the mobile phone account prompt, two lines of tears flowed down the corners of my eyes.
Regardless of the fact that the two female zombies were waiting for her, she immediately and quickly paid off the debts owed by the bank, and also paid back the money to the high school teachers and classmates who had lent money to her back then.
Not only the principal, but she also transferred it according to the interest of the Commonwealth Bank.
Then ask the people from the health care company to deliver the nutrition to the neighbor's grandfather, and transfer the rest of the money to the account of the No. [-] Base City Hospital.
Until the 50 that had just arrived in the account became zero, from this moment she finally paid off all her debts.
Zhong Lanyin murmured softly: "Mom, the boss is very nice. He takes care of food and lodging, and is willing to pay a lot of money to buy me. Now I'm the most expensive girl in the nightclub. I'm really good!"
41 Tinder Project
When the two female zombies pushed open the door of Jiang Yang's house and brought the dazed Zhong Lanyin in, all the zombies in the Wufeng Tavern stood quietly in the hall and looked at Jiang Yang in front of the counter.
Dong Quanyun was the first to ask, "Brother Yang, what's going on?"
Jiang Yang briefly talked about the situation and then took some of Zhong Lanyin's information from Feng Wenbin.
Unsurprisingly, during the time he was reading the materials, the discussion in the tavern was about to blow off the roof.
Dong Quanyun's loud voice was unusually abrupt: "Damn, didn't they say that a city without zombies would be a paradise? Huh? That's the end?"
Standing next to him is Sun Hai, the leader of the tenth group, the doctor who followed Liu Wei to the autopsy a few days ago, and his voice is no less loud than Dong Quanyun: "I said that Guo Papi is jumping like his tail was stepped on." He is against the death penalty because he is afraid that he will be beheaded.”
Immediately someone said: "Beheading is not fashionable now, let's just bombard it. I wondered why we didn't pay as much tax as they did in Base [-]. Feelings, these bastards are really skinning people and drawing blood." Ah, it's so damn good, I want to give his ancestor's Weibo a like!"
Amidst the din of discussions, Jiang Yang frowned and looked at the information in his hand.
Due to the rush of time, the information is not very comprehensive and messy.
Feng Wenbin sat next to him and explained the noteworthy points above: "Zhong Lanyin's father died in a mining accident when she was three months old, and the No. 14 Base City Mining Company compensated 8000 yuan in pensions. It was her mother who took her to rent in the eighth district of the third base city."
The noisy zombies stopped to listen to Feng Wenbin's voice.
"Fortunately, with the help of her father's co-worker, she helped her mother get a job as a cleaner outside the establishment, and with the pension, she raised the child smoothly."
A zombie repeated: "Cleaners outside the establishment?"
Feng Wenbin nodded: "The cleaners in the No. 4000 Base City also have a salary. The monthly salary is about [-] yuan. Some people don't want to work, so they hire someone to do it for them for [-] yuan."
Jiang Yang glanced at him angrily: "So what the hell has to do with the weaving?"
Feng Wenbin shrank his neck: "After all, the salary of [-] yuan is also paid from Base City No. [-], so the people there call this kind of work non-staff work."
Jiang Yang shook his head, seeing that Feng Wenbin was already familiar with the information, he simply put the paper in his hand on the counter and looked at Feng Wenbin: "Go ahead and let everyone listen to it."
The zombies gathered and listened quietly, Feng Wenbin said a little louder:
"About ten years ago, Zhong Lanyin's mother was knocked down by a car while sweeping the street. She suffered a massive intracranial hemorrhage and was sent to the hospital for rescue. The driver who caused the accident paid for the medical expenses.
But because he couldn't afford the cost of follow-up consolidation treatment, he was discharged early, leaving sequelae.
Seven years ago, Zhong Lan's mother was in a coma after being sent to the hospital for emergency treatment due to a relapse of her mother's old injury.
From that day on, Zhong Lanyin would sweep the streets for her mother after school every day.
However, 500 yuan was not enough for the hospital, so someone introduced her, and she started to sing at the Muse nightclub in the sixth district of Base No. 3000 City, earning about [-] yuan a month. "
Dong Quanyun frowned: "It's a bit rare, isn't the entertainment industry over there quite developed?"
Feng Wenbin shrugged his shoulders: "A developed country is a developed country, but in fact the salary level in the third base city is really not high, not counting those monopoly companies, three thousand a month is already a very high income there, this kid sings It sounds better, although I haven't learned it before, but with a good voice, I can earn some drink commission money."
Jiang Yang nodded, which was in line with his expectations.
Feng Wenbin continued: "The rest of the matter is like this, such a young girl in a nightclub is like a sheep in a wolf's den!
Fortunately, she was careful not to associate with those messy women, and Lu Renjia, the thug in the nightclub, had taken care of her twice, so she was able to make a living there.
After graduating from high school, she stayed in that nightclub until she resigned and came to us a few days ago. "
The zombies didn't know what to say.
Looking at the information in his hand, Jiang Yang suddenly asked, "Is her mother still alive?"
Sun Hai took a step forward and took a look at the hospital report, then shook his head and said: "The brain signal has completely disappeared a week ago, and now it is maintained by a ventilator, and it looks like it is still alive."
But then he made a curious voice: "This little girl still has money to hire a professional nurse?"
Feng Wenbin shook his head: "What are you thinking? It would be great if she had that money, so she wouldn't have to travel so far to sell herself."
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