The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

The real world.

Wang Dameng sat up abruptly, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.

Sweat streamed down his forehead, soaking his vest completely.

"Brother Meng!"

"Brother Meng, you're dead too?"

A circle of heads gathered around.

Wang Dameng ripped off his helmet, wiped the sweat from his face, still reeling from the near-death experience.

That fucking hurts.

I never want to experience the feeling of being swallowed alive again in my life.

But he laughed.

He laughed almost maniacally.

"Brother Meng, are you alright? Want a Liuliumei?"

Su Weijie panicked a little and reached out to touch Wang Dameng's forehead: "Did you get scared out of your wits just now?"

"It's over, Meng Ge has gone mad."

Wang Dameng slapped his hand away, then rubbed his temples for a while before speaking with delight.

"I just managed to snag a bargain before I died."

"I got 11 Source Crystals for free."

"Based on the price we just saw, it could sell for 16,500."

The prefab house fell silent once more.

Everyone stared at Wang Dameng, their Adam's apples bobbing up and down.

To seize the young?

You mean Duo Shao?

Sixteen thousand five.

Am I still hearing Chinese?

In just this short time?

"Brother Meng, what exactly did you do?"

They fought tooth and nail just now, and each of them only got 450.

Wang Dameng earned 16,000 yuan in just a short time?

This is not a game.

This is clearly picking up money!

Wang Dameng chuckled and briefly recounted what had just happened.

Lin Hsing-te: "What's the difference between this and finding money on the street?"

Ji Hongshuo: "I'm really, really envious."

"Brother Meng..." Wu Yongnian swallowed hard, his eyes reddening. "This money is all yours, you can't share it with us this time."

"Exactly, I may be envious, but this money should belong to Brother Meng alone."

Su Weicai nodded vigorously in agreement: "That was something Brother Meng found while exploring the map; it has nothing to do with us."

The others remained silent.

But they all agreed.

They all contributed to killing zombies, so they felt perfectly justified in taking the money.

But this time, they did nothing, so it wouldn't make sense for them to ask for a share of the money.

Wang Dameng smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, our good days are yet to come."

Wang Dameng stood up and stretched his sore muscles: "Let's wait until tomorrow. We'll team up and go in to farm as soon as we respawn at six in the morning."

"I'll definitely get up early!"

"I'd like to get up early, but I'm afraid I'll be too excited to sleep!"

"I feel the same way."

Just as everyone was dreaming about the future and wishing they could drag the timeline to tomorrow morning.

"Bang!"

The dilapidated iron gate of the workers' shed was kicked open.

A cold wind, carrying raindrops, swept in, making people shiver.

A middle-aged man with a large belly, wearing a black raincoat, stood at the door, holding a flashlight that shone so brightly it was hard to open one's eyes.

The foreman, Zhang the Skinflint.

"What time is it? Huh? Still lying there like a corpse? Don't you even want to make money?!"

Zhang Bapi wiped the rain off his face, his fleshy face trembling.

"The cement bricks have arrived, all of you get the hell up and unload them!"

No one moved inside the prefab house.

The crowd remained still, only looking at Wang Dameng.

"Are you deaf?!"

Enraged, Zhang Bapi slammed his flashlight down on the metal bunk bed, making a deafening crash.

"Get the hell up! Don't you want your money back?!"

Wang Dameng sighed and shook his head slightly at the group: "Never mind, let's just stand our last post."

"Mr. Zhang, have you bought the raincoats yet?"

Zhang Bapi sneered, "It's just a little rain, what do I need a raincoat for? Do I look like I'm wearing a raincoat?"

"Tch~ I knew it." Someone muttered under their breath.

"Anyway, I'm not going. It's raining so hard outside, and there isn't even a raincoat. How am I supposed to take it off?" Su Weijie muttered, huddled in the blankets.

"I'll cut your mother's ass!"

"So what if it's raining? I paid you, you'd still work even if it's raining knives!"

Zhang Bapi kicked Su Weijie's bed head hard.

Bang——! !

The sudden action startled Su Weijie, making him tremble, but Zhang Bapi didn't seem to notice anything amiss.

He simply stepped forward, pulled Su Weijie off the bed, and threw him to the ground.

"Still sleeping? Didn't you hear me? Get the hell out there and unload the cargo!"

"If you delay the construction, can you afford to compensate us? You're all lazy as pigs; if you don't want to work, then get out!"

Normally, I would have swallowed this insult for the sake of making a living.

After all, they still have to rely on this little bit of wages to support their families.

Their families are also counting on them to bring money back home for the New Year.

But today is different.

Having already secured a beta test qualification for Wasteland Era, why would he care about this?

What's more, the rain outside has made it dark, and this stingy person won't even give us a raincoat.

This is using people to the point of exhaustion.

Wang Dameng stood up and kicked Zhang Bapi in the calf.

"I'll compensate you with a damn thing! Damn it!"

Wang Dameng was tall, and when he stood in front of Zhang Bapi, he was like a wall. With one kick, Zhang Bapi collapsed to the ground.

Seeing that Zhang Bapi was still trying to get up, he stomped heavily on his chest again, forcing him back to the ground, and immediately cursed, "You son of a bitch, you dog!"

"I treat you like a human being, so you better act like one and stop barking at me like a dog all day long!"

"Has no one ever told you that your mouth stinks like shit?!"

"You want me to compensate you? Do you really think we're easy to bully?!"

"Hey! Speak up! You bastard!"

This was the first time Zhang Bapi had ever seen Wang Dameng like this, and he was completely dumbfounded on the spot.

The ruthless fear the cunning, and the cunning fear the reckless.

Clearly, Wang Dameng is now acting recklessly.

When their eyes met, Zhang Bapi's voice became three degrees weaker.

They were afraid of angering Wang Dameng.

Moreover, he, Wang Dameng, was surrounded by his men.

"Brother, let go of me first. Besides, I'm trying to talk this out with you guys, so just do me this favor, just this once."

Zhang Bapi, who was being trampled on the ground, was not angry at all. Instead, he chuckled and discussed the matter.

"I said, no raincoats, no going!" Wang Dameng stared at Zhang Bapi's fat face: "In this heavy rain, if my brothers catch a cold, the medicine costs alone will be more than a day's wages."

Zhang Bapi grinned. If hard tactics don't work, try soft ones; if soft tactics don't work, change your approach.

"Da Meng, I originally thought you were a sensible person, unlike these bumpkins, and I was even thinking of promoting you in a while."

"But I never expected you to treat me like this today. You have really disappointed me."

Wang Dameng, however, was not buying it at all and showed no intention of loosening his grip, maintaining the same position and keeping Zhang Bapi on the ground.

Su Weijie grabbed a safety helmet from the side and slammed it heavily to the ground.

It hit right next to Zhang the Skinflint's head.

"Let whoever wants to do this job do it! I'm not doing it!"

"I'm never doing this again!"

"Zhang the Skinflint, I'll fuck your mother! I'll fuck your mother!"

Upon hearing these words, the weight that had been pressing on Su Weijie's heart for so long suddenly shattered.

happy!

That felt so damn good!

It turns out that not having to worry about other people's opinions is such a great thing!

Zhang Bapi was dumbfounded. Had these people gone mad today?

Wang Dameng nodded in agreement, then kicked Zhang Bapi out of the house.

He turned to his brothers behind him: "Pack your things, let's go!"

"We're not staying in this awful place!"

"If Meng leaves, I'll leave too!"

Su Weijie was the first to get up, stuffing his precious gaming helmet into his arms, abandoning his tattered bedding.

"I'm leaving too! Let whoever wants this lousy job do it!"

"I've disliked Zhang the Skinflint for a long time!"

"That bastard has never taken us seriously, let alone treated us like human beings!"

"Get your ass off, you bastard!! Get your horse to do it for you!"

All ten people stood up at once.

The adrenaline I felt killing zombies in the game just now seems to have carried over into real life.