Zombies don't need to rest

Sun Hai couldn't help admiring: "Then she took good care of her mother. She has been bedridden for seven years without bed sores. This child probably doesn't have much time to rest."

The zombies next to him were also sighing, and Feng Wenbin sighed: "It means meeting Brother Yang, otherwise I'm afraid there will be no good end."

His cell phone vibrated suddenly, he took a quick look and then raised his head to look at Jiang Yang in surprise: "Brother Yang, that kid has already spent all his money."

Jiang Yang raised his eyebrows, but when he heard Zhong Lanyin's whereabouts of the money, he fell silent again.

Not only him, but all the zombies present did not speak.

After about half an hour, Jiang Yang suddenly raised his head: "Everyone, I have an idea."

Dong Quanyun thought for a while and then asked: "Is she suitable?"

Jiang Yang pointed to the materials: "Isn't it suitable?"

Sun Hai nodded: "You are indeed a little younger, but your personality is quite good."

The other zombies were whispering, too, until they finally agreed: "It does fit!"

"Pa" Jiang Yang clapped his hands and stood up: "Then it's decided, Feng Wenbin, you will find someone to take her back to Base City No. [-] to see her mother tomorrow, and wait until the money is spent before withdrawing your breath." It is better to arrange the funeral now, and when it is finished, the leaders of each group will start to arrange classes. This child is young and needs to learn a lot."

Everyone nodded, and when Zhong Lanyin was still confused about how Jiang Yang could live in such a big villa, he made a decision for her that was destined to change her life.

Many years later, Zhong Lanyin would still say: "The boldest and most correct decision I have ever made in my life was to walk into that tavern at midnight and sell myself to Mr. Jiang."

灾变纪元215年7月15日凌晨1:13

　The mobile phones of about 100 million zombies in the entire Pan-Asian Federation rang at the same time.

"Drip drip"

The notification sound of the mobile phone broke the silence, and the two female zombies who were introducing Jiang Yang's villa and the room assigned to Zhong Lanyin quickly looked down, and then looked up at each other in surprise.

At the same time, there are millions of zombies in the Pan-Asian Federation looking at the phone screen with serious expressions at the same time. On it is a message from Windless Tavern:

[New list of candidates for the Tinder Project: Zhong Lanyin, female, 20 years old, resident singer at the Muse Nightclub in Base [-] of the Pan-Asian Federation (please click on the link for detailed qualifications)]

【Recommender: Jiang Yang】

After 3 minutes, this message disappeared on 100 million mobile phones, as if nothing had happened, only these 100 million zombies remembered Zhong Lanyin's appearance and name.

After sending the message, Jiang Yang turned off the computer and looked at Feng Wenbin: "Before picking her up tomorrow, bring some bottles of good wine to her."

Feng Wenbin nodded, and then asked curiously: "Brother Yang, are you going to tell Mayor Fan about the two brothers from the Lu family?"

Jiang Yang nodded: "I promised her to release these two people."

Seeing his solemn expression, Feng Wenbin smiled and asked, "Is this still difficult for Brother Yang?"

Jiang Yang looked at him and said seriously: "Of course I can ask Fan Zishan to let them go, but this is not good for our future relationship. Those two little guys came here to persuade us to go on strike, so I need to convince Fan Zishan that I will let them go." It's not because I want to strike, it's just because I want to let them go."

He pointed to his own mouth: "I'm going to use my words to convince the leader of a base city that controls hundreds of millions of people, has guards, missiles, mechs, and heavy firepower, to believe me."

Jiang Yang got up and patted Feng Wenbin on the shoulder: "It's easy to force a person to obey, but it's very difficult to gain a person's trust."

Feng Wenbin nodded and wrote this down, and then asked: "Brother Yang, you were angry just because of this little girl?"

Jiang Yang didn't need to answer, the zombie behind told him the answer: "Brother Yang is angry that you new humans may really need to rely on our old guys' fire plan to survive."

Jiang Yang grinned: "Actually, I don't want to do such a thing, but if human beings are really extinct, we will be very lonely"

Seeing Feng Wenbin's wide eyes, Jiang Yang gently reached out and held down his hair.

Just like when he was a child, he looked at him and said in a low voice: "So you have to live up to it, tell that bastard, you can live well without him, the savior, just live in the movie."

42 Beautiful and Useless

Early the next morning, Zhong Lanyin slowly opened her eyes, looked at the spacious room and the scenery outside the window, took a deep breath and sat up, it was great, and she no longer needed to run around for a living .

She suddenly understood why so many girls desperately wanted to appear on the stage of the nightclub, and looked forward to being bought by a boss.

Now he finally got his wish, but when he lowered his head, his eyes were a little dim.

I am already the property of the boss, let those wild fantasies go with the wind.

After quickly getting dressed and opening the door, he saw the two unknown women sitting on the sofa outside, as well as the tavern owner who had invited him to dinner.

Seeing Zhong Lanyin, Feng Wenbin stood up seriously and looked at his watch: "You slept for seven hours and twelve minutes."

Zhong Lan immediately lowered her head in a panic: "I'm sorry, I got up late."

Feng Wenbin said without any emotion: "Look up, you are now Brother Yang's agent, and you don't need to bow your head to anyone."

agent?

what is that?

Because Zhong Lan didn't understand, she only knew that she was a member of Jiangyang now. Thinking of what the boss told her in the tavern last night, she raised her head, but her voice was still timid: "I'm sorry."

Feng Wenbin frowned so tightly that she didn't know what to do, so she could only straighten her back as hard as she could to raise her head to look at the other party.

The two women stood up and took out their clothes from the box next to them, while Feng Wenbin looked directly into Zhong Lanyin's eyes seriously: "I'll give you 5 minutes to change, and then go with the two of them for a medical examination."

Zhong Lanyin changed into a loose inspection suit in a daze, and two women led her into the basement floor. After being scanned by a lot of unfamiliar instruments for more than an hour, Zhong Lanyin was sent to Feng Wenbin again. .

Looking at the test results in his hand, Feng Wenbin took a deep breath, his foundation was too bad.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Feng Wenbin. I am the owner of the No.11 Windless Tavern in the ninth block of Base City. I am also Brother Yang's current assistant. I am in charge of your first-stage training and the most basic physical adjustment."

Because Zhong Lan had never seen this before, she nodded at a loss, and then saw Feng Wenbin pointing to the two women next to her and said, "This is your instructor at this stage, Feng Qingyu and Feng Qingxue."

The two women greeted each other warmly, and Zhong Lanyin also quickly remembered their names. Although she didn't know what was going on, she could understand. None of these people look formal.

Anyway, it's the boss's request, just do it.

With this thought, Zhong Lanyin relaxed a lot, Feng Wenbin quickly clicked on the screen in his hand: strong adaptability and room for improvement, able to accept identity change, obedience, too strong.

After writing this, he raised his head and continued: "According to the results of your physical examination, starting from today, your daily rest time must be guaranteed to be nine hours and 35 minutes. You may not be used to it at the beginning, but remember, the time is not enough. Do not get up, understand?"

Zhong Lanyin nodded before realizing that this person thought he woke up too early.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but raised her hand and asked, "Well, am I not bought to work?"

Since Jiang Yang is not interested in his body, he should have been bought as a servant.

But which boss would let the servants rest for such a long time?

Zhong Lanyin, who grew up in the mayor of Base No. [-], had never heard of it, not even seen it on TV.

Feng Wenbin said again seriously: "You don't need to raise your hand when you speak, and you don't need to report any of your actions to anyone except Brother Yang."

After a pause, after Zhong Lanyin nodded, he spoke again: "As for the work, I'm sorry, with your current ability, we don't have any work for you. Brother Yang will assess your study progress. Until you are satisfied, you will be in charge of me for the time being."

Zhong Lanyin suddenly realized: "So you are the foreman?"

The corner of Feng Wenbin's mouth twitched. This girl really regarded the Windless Tavern as a nightclub, but he didn't say much, just nodded: "It's sort of."

Then he pointed to the box at hand and said: "Now you have 10 minutes to change your clothes, and then follow me."

Zhong Lan wanted to raise her hand subconsciously, but restrained her thoughts, and asked curiously, "May I know where we are going?"

Feng Wenbin signaled Feng Qingyu and Feng Qingxue to open the box, and then said flatly, "Go to the No. [-] Base City Hospital."

Looking at Zhong Lanyin who was frozen in place, he said in as gentle a tone as possible: "Do you know your mother's current situation?"

Zhong Lanyin nodded, and Feng Wenbin sighed: "Brother Yang said, if you want your mother to stay in the hospital, he can pay to keep the ventilator working."

The room was quiet for a while, Zhong Lanyin shook her head silently: "Thank you, boss, but no need, mom, she passed away a week ago."

Feng Wenbin remained silent, and after about ten minutes, Zhong Lanyin's sobs controlled him before he spoke again: "Then go and deal with the funeral, since you have been sold to Brother Yang, we will take care of your mother's funeral." helped with it."

"Thank you!" Zhong Lanyin bowed, and then followed Feng Qingyu into the room to change clothes.

Looking at her petite back, Feng Wenbin rubbed his somewhat stiff face, he felt sympathy for this girl who was not much older than his daughter Miao Miao, and even he would not mind adopting this little girl if given the chance.

But it's a pity that she is now a candidate for the Tinder Project, and she must learn to be strong.

The strength to lead people to live in the face of doomsday.

In the room, Zhong Lanyin looked at herself in the mirror.

The just-right white dress was made of a material she had never seen before. It was light and flexible, and reflected crystal luster under the light.

A delicate platinum necklace threaded across Bai Nen's neck, leaving a sun-shaped logo near the collarbone.

A small red watch with ripples in the shape of water waves painted on the dial, and a pair of silver-white sandals under his feet, with a pale gold unknown mark on the heel.

Turning around slightly, the hem of the skirt is raised but not too revealing, everything is just right, everything is just like the dress in my dream.

"If only my mother was still alive, she would be very happy to see me like this!"

Zhong Lanyin said something silently in her heart, and then quickly tied up her hair.

Feng Qingxue frowned as she looked at the bunny with the missing ear on her head, but she didn't say anything when she thought of Feng Wenbin's order.

When he walked out of the room, Feng Wenbin nodded slightly when he saw her, and then pushed open the door of the villa: "Let's go!"

The morning sun shone on the bright floor, Zhong Lanyin took a step to follow behind him, Feng Qingyu and Feng Qingxue were half a step behind her.

The four of them got into the car and drove all the way to the No. [-] base city.

When passing by the Windless Tavern, Zhong Lanyin looked at the closed door through the car window and said softly: "Thank you boss."

Feng Wenbin didn't respond. He looked at the two cars following him in the rearview mirror, then accelerated and drove onto the highway.

His mission on this trip was not only to help Zhong Lanyin's mother to be buried, but Jiang Yang also asked him to build a foothold in the No. [-] base city.

And the name of the tavern that has not yet been built was given by Jiang Yang as: Passing Water.

The turbulent Yangtze River flows eastward, and the passing water is hard to turn back in an instant.

And the owner of the Dead Water Tavern is the fifth-generation candidate for the Tinder Project since the apocalypse broke out in 210 five years ago. At the moment, Zhong Lanyin is sitting in the back seat of the car looking out the window in a daze.

Feng Wenbin suddenly thought of what Jiang Yang said to him before leaving this morning.

"If possible, you'd better let her concentrate on being a beautiful and useless little girl, because a beautiful vase on the table often means peace in the world. Of course, for now, she needs to become someone A vase that cannot be broken."

In the back seat, Zhong Lanyin, who came back to her senses, stared at Feng Qingyu and Feng Qingxue in astonishment as she started her first class.

"Close-to-hand combat and the use of cold weapons"

The wind from the air conditioner blew the thick inspection form that Feng Wenbin put on the passenger seat. On the randomly opened page was "Weapon Use and Maintenance (July 215 edition of the Cataclysmic Era)"

43 Words are useless, but interests are

Fan Zishan was a little surprised when he heard Lao Jiu say that Jiang Yang invited him to drink at home.

As soon as he got off work in the evening, he packed up his things and got in the car to the edge of the Ninth Street.

Jiang Yang waited at the door early, and greeted the car with a smile when he saw the car coming: "Mayor Fan has worked hard."

The black brake marks on the ground were still there. Fan Zishan glanced at the black rubber marks with some shame, and shook hands with Jiang Yang with a smile: "Mr. Jiang's wine last time really impressed me."

Lao Jiu next to him took out a box from the trunk, and gently placed it in an inconspicuous position at the door after Jiang Yang brought the two into the living room.

Jiang Yang glanced at it and didn't say much. He first took out the wine bottle that Feng Wenbin sent over from the cabinet in the morning, and then found three white porcelain wine bowls and put them on the table.

Although Jiang Yang didn't need to eat, in order to entertain Fan Zishan and Lao Jiu, he cooked a few dishes himself.

"Forgive me, Mayor Fan. I don't know how to cook the new dishes of the Federation. I can only cook some that I am familiar with."

Fan Zishan sighed repeatedly when he smelled the tempting fragrance: "I never thought that Mr. Jiang's cooking skills are so superb."

After taking a sip without any scruples, he even gave a thumbs up: "Amazing!"

Jiang Yang smiled, took off his apron and sat opposite him, and gently opened a bottle of old wine that he had prepared in advance. Fan Zishan couldn't help but look up at the aroma, looking at the sparkling wine splashing on the bottom of the bowl. .

Jiang Yang filled three wine bowls, then said with a smile: "Most of the good wine in the Pan-Asian Federation is produced by the Chishui River, but it is a pity that the river has also been polluted since the Catastrophe Era. If the fourth base People in the city can purify the land and river water, and we can drink newly produced wine."

Fan Zishan took the wine bowl, first smelled it carefully, took a sip, let the wine slowly reverberate on the tip of his tongue, and finally drank it up with his head up, saying with great emotion: "It's a pity that our city only has food but no fine wine. .”

Lao Jiu couldn't help but nodded, Jiang Yang filled them up with a smile, and said calmly: "Where there is food, there will be people, and if there are people, there will be everything."

Fan Zishan narrowed his eyes and recalled this sentence, then smiled and said, "Mr. Jiang is right."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the wine bowl that had been refilled with wine in front of him. It was not very big, and there was a bright plum blossom at the bottom of the delicate white porcelain. The simple decoration brought the ultimate beauty.

Lao Jiu next to him said, "Mr. Jiang's wine bowl probably has a lot of history."

Fan Zishan also nodded, but Jiang Yang just said flatly: "If this wine bowl knows who is drinking from it, I am afraid that the people drinking from it will have a lot of history."

These words made Fan Zishan and Lao Jiu dumbfounded, and then they drank the wine in the bowl with a smile, while Fan Zishan said after Jiang Yang filled up the wine again: "Mr. Jiang invited me, I'm afraid there is something wrong. "