In a frigid apocalypse, she fed her boyfriend until he became a zombie king.

Upon entering the mansion's lobby, a reception desk was set up in the center, where a waiter handed over two auction catalogs and two leather masks that partially covered the face.

Wenren Lei raised an eyebrow: "What's the point of putting it on after everyone's already inside?"

Fu Yan explained, "They don't control the outside."

"Heh." Wenren Lei remained indifferent.

After the two had put on their masks, the waiter led them to the elevator and watched them enter before leaving.

As the elevator descended, Wenren Lei leaned on Fu Yan's shoulder, casually flipping through the auction catalog.

In the post-apocalyptic world, the auction items are no longer high-end luxury goods, but have become practical supplies such as weapons and equipment, rare and effective drugs, and tobacco and alcohol.

Wenren Lei stopped flipping to the last page.

The page displays an image of the crystal nucleus; the red ones are level four crystal nuclei. Below it is the starting bid: ten boxes of antibiotics.

Wenren Lei wanted it; this thing could be given to Fu Yan. Maybe it could evolve into a level 5 zombie, which would be a zombie king. Then he could summon zombie minions to beat them up for fun. Just thinking about it was so cool.

Wenren Lei had never attended an auction, but he had seen many on TV, where things were often about lighting sky lanterns or bidding hundreds of millions, which could easily scare this naive young man.

He leaned closer and whispered to Fu Yan, "Do we have a lot of antibiotics?"

Fu Yan said, "There are approximately fifty million boxes."

"Isn't this enough?" Wenren Lei frowned and held up the auction catalog in front of Fu Yan. "I want to buy this."

Looking at the bright red crystal cores on it, Fu Yan chuckled and said, "Buying a few million would be enough."

"No way? That's not how it's portrayed in TV dramas."

Fu Yan earnestly explained: "There's an art to bidding; it's about acquiring items at the lowest possible cost, unlike the exaggerated portrayals in TV dramas."

Wenren Lei looked at him and said, "You seem very experienced. You'll be in charge of bidding later. Let me see how knowledgeable you are."

"I guarantee it will perform at its best." Fu Yan asked with a smile, "Was the crystal core bought for me?"

The elevator arrived at the third basement level, and the doors slowly opened. Wenren Lei, twirling the booklet in her fingertips, stepped out first: "I bought it to throw around and play with."

As the two entered the venue, the hostess, who had already been informed of the arrival of their guide, quickly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Please follow me, and I will arrange seats for you two."

Wenren Lei, having only attended university for a few days, developed a deeply ingrained habit and earnestly declared, "I want to sit in the back row."

The etiquette officer, who was leading the two towards the first row with the best view, immediately turned and walked towards the back row upon hearing Wenren Lei's words: "Okay."

Wenrenlei got her wish and sat in the middle of the second to last row, with a pretty good view and a clear view of the entire auction stage.

The attendant handed over the number plate, said "I won't bother you any longer," and turned to leave.

Wenren Lei glanced at the number plate, 140, and felt something was off about it.

The guests at the venue were all wearing masks, and apart from those who came in together, no one knew anyone else.

The floor was covered with a thick, dark carpet, which absorbed the occasional sounds of conversation, making the large auction venue seem very quiet.

The guest area was dimly lit, but the stage was dazzlingly bright, where a well-dressed host stood, waiting for everyone to arrive before the show began.

Wenren Lei looked around, trying to find the mysterious contact, but after looking around without any clue, she simply leaned against Fu Yan and dozed off, waiting for the other party to come to her.

The host on stage began his speech, welcoming all the guests and introducing the auction items.

A man sat down next to Wenren Lei. He looked furtive, somewhat like a contact. Wenren Lei mentally prepared herself, tilted her head towards the man, and asked in a deep voice, "Why are pineapples yellow?"

The man turned to look at Wenrenlei, frowned, and said, "You're sick." He stood up and moved a few seats to the empty seats next to him.

Wenren Lei: ...

Okay, it wasn't someone sent by Commander Liu.

He scratched the back of his head and suddenly felt that the code was crazy.

Seeing his defeated expression, Fu Yan couldn't resist ruffling his head. But as soon as he reached out, Wenren Lei nuzzled his head into his palm, saying with annoyance, "How embarrassing."

"It's alright, this is how rendezvous always are." Fu Yan stroked his hair. "Wait patiently. Commander Liu said he would come, and he definitely will."

Since Fu Yan had said so, Wenren Lei was no longer in a hurry and patiently watched others bid.

As the auction drew to a close, the weapons featured in the catalog began to be auctioned off.

The black market has extensive connections; the weapons they obtained were enough to arm a small base of over a hundred people.

The black market only handles the sale, not the transport. Whether the buyer has the ability to take the item away after winning the bid is entirely up to them. This alone filters out many bidders, but there are still quite a few people who raise their paddles to bid.

Wenren Lei also became interested. Although he didn't need them, who wouldn't want to own a lot of machine guns and cannons!

The price has now been raised to 1,500 boxes of antibiotics.

The man who had just bid was also bidding. He held up his bidding paddle and loudly announced, "Two thousand boxes of antibiotics."

The price announced caused an uproar, and for a moment no one dared to bid against the man.

The host on stage reminded everyone that the gavel was about to fall.

Wenren Lei gently nudged Fu Yan with her elbow, her eyes full of anticipation as she whispered, "I want it, I want it, I want it."

Fu Yan gave an OK sign: "Leave it to me."

He calmly held up the number plate.

Wenren Lei held her breath, preparing to watch closely how Fu Yan would take the art of auctioning to its extreme.

"Ten thousand boxes," Fu Yan said calmly.

Wenrenlei: ? Is this what they call scholarship??

A murmur of discussion arose from the crowd, and many people turned to look at Fu Yan and Wenren Lei, including the man from before.

Wenren Lei finally understood why people had to wear masks to enter: it was to prevent anyone from being too savvy and trying to crawl under a chair.

The auctioneer raised his gavel and asked, "Bidder number 140 has bid 10,000 boxes. Anyone else interested in bidding?"

The scene was completely silent.

The auctioneer began bidding, preparing to bring down the gavel: "Okay, ten thousand boxes once, ten thousand boxes twice..."

"One thousand boxes, last time!" The auctioneer brought down the gavel. "Sold! Congratulations, please show your paddle number."

Fu Yan held up the number plate and briefly displayed it.

The auction then moved on to the next item.

For the rest of the time, the man frequently turned his head to look at Fu Yan and Wenren Lei, as if he wanted to go up and talk to them.

Wenren Lei ignored him and leaned close to Fu Yan's ear, teasingly whispering, "Mr. Fu, you are very learned."

Fu Yan chuckled and put his arm around his waist: "We're rich, if you like him, just get him."

Wenren Lei accused: "Corruption!"

The fourth-level crystal cores came on the auction later. Since the crystal cores were of little use to humans, there were very few bidders, and Wenren Lei won them without much effort.

Wenren Lei never met the contact person Commander Liu had mentioned, even after the auction ended.

After the two completed the transaction of the auctioned items, Fu Yan put his arm around Wenren Lei's waist and walked out.

Wenren asked tearfully, "The contact person isn't dead, is he?"

Fu Yan reassured him, "It shouldn't be."