Rebirth of the apocalypse: Winning a prize of 30 million at the beginning

"Hello, this is my number plate. I'd like to borrow five points." Outside the window, a man nervously handed over his number plate.

When he handed it over, he had a flattering smile on his face.

He was standing in the queue behind Wang Jinlong and he saw the whole process of Wang Jinlong being scolded by the staff inside.

The reason why he was so nervous was that he was afraid that the staff inside was in a bad mood and would reject his loan request!

He used to be a channel sales director of a large supermarket. He was not very successful, but much better than the average person. However, in the apocalypse, he was just struggling at the bottom.

He arrived at the trading market relatively late, but he was able to endure hardships, so he immediately signed up for the most dangerous aerial work, cleaning and polishing the mobile switches on the wall.

Unfortunately, we arrived too late, and the blizzard came soon after.

Before he had accumulated enough points, he had to face the long and difficult freezing disaster.

During this period, he also participated in outdoor snow removal work.

Now that the snow in the trading market has been cleared, his work has been suspended.

Four days ago, he used his last 0.25 points to buy a tortilla, which he has been eating ever since.

Now he only has 0.1 points left in his points card. He can't even afford a tortilla, and can only afford to pay for a week's heating bill and rent.

I'm at the end of my rope now and can only come here to borrow points.

The staff inside took the number plate from the plate and put it into the sensor. The computer quickly displayed the man’s personal information.

Number plate number: 201456

Name: Wang Chuanming

Age: 46

Education: Bachelor degree

Occupation before the end of the world: Supermarket channel director

Skills: market analysis, channel management, customer relationship maintenance, team building and business negotiation, running, fishing, trumpet playing

As for the running and fishing mentioned below, it is just a hobby at most.

However, many survivors are similar. They can’t figure out what skills they have after thinking for a long time.

Especially those that can be used in the last days.

It can't be that the PPT is so well beautified?

Are you good at playing golf?

Or maybe he can dance hip-hop, write calligraphy well, etc.?

This is of no use at all in the end times!

In the end times, if you write that you can drive, have worked as an online ride-hailing driver, a car mechanic, or a security guard, having security experience will be more useful than writing that you have a tenth-level piano proficiency.

Nowadays, people focus on practical value. Those empty spiritual things cannot create actual value.

Therefore, in the trading market, the survivors who lived at the bottom before the end of the world have more opportunities to be promoted and climb to higher positions.

As for some internet celebrities, bloggers, and stars who were popular before the end of the world and had high incomes and status, after the end of the world, they have fallen to the bottom of society.

These people have never done hard work and it is too easy for them to make money, so most of them have not been able to hold on until now.

Those who have persisted until now either have other skills or are like Da Mimi.

On the contrary, the hard-working people such as miners, construction workers, sanitation workers, couriers, etc. who were at the bottom of the society before the apocalypse can endure better and adapt faster in this apocalypse.

Wang Chuanming, who was outside the glass window, saw Qi Dongmei smiling inside. Although he didn't know why Qi Dongmei was smiling, it at least proved that Qi Dongmei should be in a good mood.

“Can I apply for a loan?”

"Do you have any collateral? If you do, you can borrow more points." Seeing that Wang Chuanming was relatively polite, Qi Dongmei gave him a kind reminder.

"No." Wang Chuanming thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what valuable things he had that could be mortgaged.

Could it be that the tattered quilt was worn out by him?

Or the long sword with a cut in it?

It's not of much value.

Qi Dongmei nodded, and after operating on the computer for a while, she swiped her points card again, pointed at the computer and said, "Look here, the balance is now 5.1 points, and it has been transferred to your points card."

Snap!

She threw a thick manual next to her and said, "Sign here."

"OK, thanks."

Wang Chuanming excitedly picked up the pencil and signed his name on it.

I haven't written for many years, and my signature is a little rusty.

Qi Dongmei took the handbook with his signature, checked it and pushed his points number card into the plate.

"alright."

"Next."

"Thank you, thank you." Wang Chuanming didn't expect it to be so smooth. He took the points number card with both hands and quickly made way to the side.

After taking two steps, he couldn't help but look back at Qi Dongmei behind the glass counter.

The woman's smile just now reminded him of his deceased wife.

His wife used to have two dimples when she smiled. When he saw Qi Dongmei smile just now, he seemed to see his wife's appearance in a trance.

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He sighed quietly. It was said that the staff at the counter were at least level four, and some were possibly level three.

Others have a stable job, but I am having a hard time even making a living.

The gap is too big.

Wang Chuanming shook his head, turned and left the North District Complex Building.

With these five points, you can buy at least 20 tortillas.

If you eat one tortilla for four days, it can last you 80 days.

This period of time is not short, and the five points were also decided unanimously after discussion among the top leaders of Oil City.

The top leaders of Oil City also don’t know how long the freezing disaster will last.

If it weren't for the fact that many survivors in the trading market were facing the danger of running out of food,

If we don't take care of them, a large number of survivors will starve to death.

Otherwise, Oil City would not lend points to ordinary survivors.

Lending points means borrowing food.

Although the current food supply in Oil City can still support all personnel for six months to eight months.

But just in case, it is conservatively decided that each person can only borrow five points, and a series of rules are set to prevent those who still have food reserves from borrowing points.

This way, the points can be loaned out to those who really need them.

If you calculate carefully, although 5 points are not a lot, if you use them sparingly and don't starve to death, 5 points can at least support a person to live in the trading market for two or three months.

It is already the seventh year. The population has dropped sharply due to successive natural disasters. If the trading market is to develop, it still needs talents to develop.

Therefore, it is necessary to keep these survivors alive.

In the trading market, some people are struggling on the brink of life and death, and can only survive by relying on official loan points.

But some people are lucky enough to have saved up a lot of points before the freezing disaster.

The team of explorers led by Xie Dongming reaped the benefits of the establishment of a commercial district in the trading market. The barbecue restaurant they opened had been doing good business and earned a lot of points.

Listening to the wind tower.

Xie Zihao walked out of the private room. He was in high spirits and seemed like a completely different person.

From now on, he is a man!

Huizi saw him coming out and walked towards him with a smile in her eyes.

"How was it, handsome guy? Was the experience good?"

"very nice."

"Come, drink some hot water." The receptionist walked over and handed him a cup of hot water.

"I won't drink the water. I have to go back quickly."

Xie Zihao hurried to the door and suddenly stopped.

"Um, do you have a back door? I'll go out from the back."

When he walked out of the gate, he was afraid that his father who was not far away would see him. If his father saw him, he would definitely scold him.

It’s safer to go out from the back.

Hearing this, Huizi smiled and said, "Yes, please follow me."

Xie Zihao took his hat and coat and followed Huizi. Looking at Huizi's back, his mood became up and down again.

The corridor of Tingfeng Tower was a bit winding, and he followed Huizi through many turns and finally reached the back door.

Pointing to the back, he said, "From here, you will reach Side Street No. 2."

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"Okay." Xie Zihao retracted his gaze, put on his coat and hat, pushed open the door and walked out.

"Come back next time and I'll give you a discount." Huizi did not forget to greet him.

Xie Zihao paused for half a second, looked around for fear of discovering someone familiar, and quickly slipped away without looking back.

Looking at Xie Zihao running away, looking like a thief, Huizi covered her mouth and laughed.

Little birdies are so interesting.

On the wall of the trading market.

Ju Tianrui stood on the wall and watched trucks entering and leaving the buffer city one after another.

Not far away, a group of people were shoveling snow with an excavator, shoveling the snow onto a snowplow, pressing the snow into square blocks of ice, and then using a forklift to shovel the ice onto a truck.

Trucks transport the ice to the water plant near the trading market and store it in bulk.

An area of ​​approximately 20 mu of open space has been marked out around the water plant, specifically for storing ice. These ice blocks are stacked layer by layer, and have already reached a height of seven or eight meters, and are still continuing to grow higher.

Due to the freezing disaster, the water from Nanwan Lake could not flow in, and the snow in the trading market was almost consumed. The only thing that could be done was to take out ice cubes and melt them into water.

The oil city and the trading market have a population of more than 200,000, and the daily water consumption is huge.

As a last resort, this is the only solution.

The zombie corpses on the snow were dragged aside, and the snow under the zombie corpses was abandoned for fear of being contaminated.

The buffer city walls in the distance, and even the greenhouse construction site that had just started to be built in the buffer city, were all buried under snow.

Ju Tianrui looked at the people busy under the wall, turned his head and said to Dongfeng behind him:

"You stay on the wall and watch. If you find zombies coming down the snow slope of the buffer city wall, don't let them get close. Kill them from a distance!"

"Understood, Director."

"Also, pay attention to other directions. Ask Wu Xing and the others to keep an eye on their respective positions. Nothing can go wrong!"

"yes."

After Ju Tianrui finished his instructions, he returned to the watchtower on the wall. It was still too cold outside, and he couldn't stand standing for too long.

Ever since he took on the task of digging out snow and ice, he has been staying on the wall of the trading market for the past few days.

The trading market is too populated and very popular, so some zombies come here every day.

The snow is too thick. The snow outside the buffer city is higher than that inside the buffer city, and the snow inside the buffer city is higher than the ground of the trading market, presenting a three-stage height difference.

The zombies outside all slid down from the snow-covered buffer city wall.

Bang! Bang!

From time to time, bursts of gunfire echoed in the buffer city.

Those zombies that slid into the buffer city were killed by sniper rifles by the guards at the trading market before they could even take a few steps.

Before the gate of the trading market was opened, they would not pay any attention to the zombies under the wall.

It’s different now. The gate is open to transport ice, so zombies must not be allowed to get close to the gate and the area where snow is dug and processed.

Just in case, Ju Tianrui also dispatched a large team to guard near the snow-excavating area.

If there are zombies that the guards on the wall don't see, the guards stationed below can kill the approaching zombies in time.

Bang!

Tietou saw the zombie fall down in the distance through the sniper rifle.

He raised his head and looked at the tiger head next to him and said, "Which one is it?"

"13, you take the next zombie."

"good."

But zombies don’t come in all the time, so Tietou waited for a long time before another zombie slid in.

Tietou held his breath, aimed for a few seconds, and then decisively pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Phew!

The zombie one kilometer away was hit in the head.

“12!”

Tietou raised his head and said with a smile: "If I hadn't performed poorly just now, I would be the same as you now!"

Tiger Head curled his lips and said, "You are still not performing well. No means no."

"Damn it!" Tietou cursed.

"Two more are coming, on your left and on my right." Hu Tou looked at the sight and was shocked.

"good."

Five kilometers away from the trading market, there is sentry tower No. 1.

When the white-hair wind was at its strongest, it completely buried the No. 1 sentry tower, and the thickness of the snow reached twenty meters.

But Chang Yichang and others in the sentry tower were lucky. The white wind stopped before the oxygen in the sentry tower ran out.

They opened a hole in the snow at the top, allowing fresh air from outside to come in.

As the temperature has risen these days, the snow has collapsed and now the top two layers of the container are exposed.

In the room on the fourth floor of the container, a small flame was still burning, providing limited warmth inside.

In the corner, there was only a small pile of firewood left of the mountain that was originally piled high.

People in the room wrapped themselves tightly in their clothes and lay shivering on their wooden beds.

There were originally four iron buckets full of frozen mushrooms, but now only a few are left.

Hanging in the air were a dozen strips of elm bark scraped from trees, dried by the wind and becoming light and fluttering.

There is also a stone mortar on the ground that is specially used to grind elm bark into powder. It is placed casually next to it. There is also a medium-sized iron can next to the mortar, which is half filled with elm bark powder.

Above the fire, there were still a few pitiful slices of brown bear meat, dancing with the flames. Under the smoke, the color of these brown bear meat slices turned black and were covered with ashes.

No one spoke in the room.

There was only the crackling sound of the flames burning the wood.

In the room, many people stared at the brown bear meat above the flames.

My eyes have turned green from hunger.

Three and a half months, they stayed in this watchtower for a total of three and a half months.

(Seeking monthly ticket) (End of this chapter)