I'm a zombie, what's the point of awakening the yellow-haired system?

Just as she mustered up the courage to push open the gold-framed glass door, two heavily made-up women suddenly stood in front of her.

"Hey, where did this little beggar come from?" One of the women in a red suspender skirt pinched her nose exaggeratedly, "Don't make this place dirty."

Another woman in a black miniskirt also sneered: "This is a high-end restaurant, not a place for you to come."

Xiaoyu took a step back, but still raised her head stubbornly. The light from the street lamp illuminated her pretty face, and her bright big eyes flashed with determination.

"I...I'm here to find Brother Zhang Chen." Although her voice was trembling, her tone was firm.

"Zhang Chen?" The two women looked at each other and suddenly burst into shrill laughter.

The woman in the red dress leaned over, and the smell of perfume made Xiaoyu frown: "Little girl, do you know who Zhang Chen is? He is..."

"Listen," the red-lipped woman said impatiently, "the leader is talking to an important guest and doesn't want to be disturbed."

Xiaoyu stood on tiptoe and saw Zhang Chen chatting and laughing with several men in suits. In front of them were expensive red wine and exquisite dishes, and the atmosphere was relaxed and happy.

"I just want to thank him..." Xiaoyu's voice became smaller and smaller.

"What are you thanking me for?" The woman in the purple dress sneered, "The leader has to meet so many people every day, how can he remember who you are?"

"Go away," the red-lipped woman waved her hand impatiently, "Don't be an eyesore here."

Xiaoyu lowered her head and slowly took a few steps back.

She took one last look at Zhang Chen in the window. He was holding up his wine glass and smiling happily. The big brother who gently wiped away her tears seemed very far away from her.

"Little girl," someone suddenly patted her on the shoulder.

It was a waiter in uniform, "Are these pine nuts?"

"Um..."

"Our boss loves pine nuts the most," the waiter said gently, "Would you like to sell them to us? The price is negotiable."

Xiao Yu shook her head: "This is what I want to give to Brother Zhang Chen... to the leader."

"Is that so?" The waiter smiled knowingly. "Then you can go back first. I'll pass it on to you when the leader is not busy, okay?"

Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, but finally handed the pine nuts to the waiter: "Well... then thank you for your help."

As she turned to leave, she heard the two beauties snickering behind her: "Such low-class people also want to see the leader?"

"That's right, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself!"

"You two, who gave you the courage to treat a child like this?" A cold female voice suddenly sounded.

The two maids' faces changed drastically, and they hurriedly turned around and knelt down: "Ms. Lin...Ms. Lin!"

Lin Yue was wearing a long white dress, and her face was pure and elegant. She looked at the two maids coldly: "The leader hates bullying the most. Do you want to embarrass him?"

"I dare not..." Both of them had sweat on their foreheads.

Lin Yue walked up to Xiaoyu, squatted down and asked gently: "Little sister, what's your name?"

"My name is Xiaoyu..." Xiaoyu said timidly, attracted by Lin Yue's elegant temperament.

"It's you!" Lin Yue's eyes lit up, "You're the little girl who used your supernatural powers to heal Zhang Chen?"

Xiaoyu nodded. She didn’t expect Lin Yue would remember her.

"Zhang Chen has been talking about wanting to find you to thank you," Lin Yue took Xiao Yu's hand, "Come on, I'll take you to see him."

"But... he was talking about something..."

"It's okay," Lin Yue smiled, "Those are just insignificant social events."

She brought Xiaoyu into the hotel. The two maids didn't dare to stop them and could only follow behind with their heads down.

"Zhang Chen," Lin Yue came to the table, "Look who's here?"

Zhang Chen turned his head and his eyes lit up when he saw Xiaoyu: "It's you! I was looking for you!"

Under the light of the crystal chandelier, Zhang Chen's tall figure almost completely enveloped Xiao Yu. When he squatted down, the scent of expensive cologne wafted in, and the fabric of his suit made a slight friction sound.

"I left in a hurry last time and didn't have time to thank you properly." His voice was gentle and his eyes looked at Xiaoyu intently, as if everything around him didn't exist.

Xiaoyu's face instantly turned red like a ripe apple. She lowered her head and twisted the corner of her clothes unconsciously with her fingers: "Nothing...Nothing...I'm here to give you some pine nuts..."

"Pine nuts?" Zhang Chen took the red cloth bag from the waiter, his movements as gentle as if he were treating a treasure.

He opened the package, and the golden pine nuts shone with an attractive luster under the light. "No wonder people on the street have been saying these days that there is a little girl selling particularly good pine nuts. It turns out it's you!"

His smile was as warm as spring, without any arrogance of a superior. "Come, sit down and have something to eat together."

"This...is not so good..." Xiaoyu looked around timidly.

The guests in the restaurant were all well-dressed, but she only had an old patched dress.

"What's wrong with that?" Zhang Chen waved his hand generously, and the atmosphere of the entire restaurant changed.

At this time, Lin Yue, who had been sitting next to him, also spoke.

She was wearing a lavender evening gown, elegant and heroic: "Yes, please sit down."

Xiaoyu was gently placed between Zhang Chen and Lin Yue.

She was a little uncomfortable with the soft leather seat, and her little hands rested on her knees helplessly.

The waiter brought new tableware with swift movements, poured golden juice into the crystal glass, and the ice cubes clinked crisply. The steak on the plate exuded an enticing aroma, but Xiaoyu didn't dare to touch it.

In the distance, the faces of the two maids were as ugly as the paint mixed on the palette. They didn't expect that this little girl in shabby clothes could win the favor of Zhang Chen and Lin Yue.

Lin Yue wiped the corners of her mouth gracefully and glanced at them coldly: "You two, report to the Logistics Department tomorrow." There was unquestionable majesty in her words.

"Miss Lin, please spare us..." The two maids immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, their delicately made-up faces filled with fear.

Xiaoyu then realized that the gentle Lin Yue in front of her was actually the legendary strong woman who was in charge of the logistics of the entire refugee camp.

As for Zhang Chen, his identity is probably even more complicated.

Chapter 757: Cargo Robbed

Zhang Chen, however, seemed to have not seen this scene, and concentrated on picking food for Xiaoyu: "Try this, it's delicious."

"I've earned a lot of Doomsday Coins these days! Mom and Dad don't have to go hungry anymore!"

Her voice was clear and cheerful, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting Zhang Chen's heart hard.

His expression froze instantly, and cracks appeared on his elegant mask. "Wait, you said hungry?"

His voice was a little tense. "Doesn't every refugee have three months of relief food?"

"Relief food?" Xiaoyu tilted her head in confusion, her big eyes full of bewilderment, "No. If it weren't for Grandpa Zhao's pity on us, we wouldn't even have a place to live..."

Lin Yue put down the knife and fork in her hand, making a crisp clash sound.

The face that always wore an elegant smile turned serious at this moment: "Zhang Chen, this is not right. You ordered that relief food be distributed to every factory area."

Zhang Chen's eyes gradually turned cold, like frost in the cold winter. He stared at the red wine glass in front of him and said in a low voice: "Xiaoyu, which factory are you in?"

"Factory No. 3 in the West District..." Xiaoyu was startled by his sudden change and her voice became smaller.

"Li Dequan!"

Zhang Chen slammed his fist on the solid wooden dining table, and the whole table shook.

The crystal glasses collided with each other, making a crisp sound. The red wine swayed and splashed a few drops, forming blood-red flowers on the white tablecloth.

The guests around were startled by the sudden roar, and the restaurant fell silent in an instant.

"No wonder that old guy walks with such a gust of wind lately!" There was a bone-chilling chill in Zhang Chen's voice. His handsome face was distorted with anger, and veins bulged on his forehead.

Xiaoyu was so scared that she shrank towards Lin Yue.

Lin Yue patted her back gently to comfort her, but her eyes were still cold: "I have checked the accounts of the West District Third Factory, and the monthly relief grain expenditures are normal."

"Normal?" Zhang Chen sneered, "The accounts are normal, but what about the food? Whose pocket did it go into?"

At this moment, Zhang Chen no longer looked like an elegant gentleman. His entire body exuded the pressure of a superior.

Xiaoyu then realized that brother Zhang Chen, who was usually gentle to her, was actually such a scary person.

Lin Yue took out her communicator and quickly pressed a few buttons: "I'll investigate right away." Her voice was calm, but her fingers were shaking slightly, revealing her inner anger.

Zhang Chen took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

He turned to Xiaoyu, his voice gentle again: "I'm sorry, I scared you." But his eyes were still sharp, "Tell me, how many people are there like you who haven't received relief food?"

The atmosphere in the restaurant was so solemn that it was almost suffocating.

This dinner, which should have been a heart-warming one, unexpectedly revealed a shocking secret.

Xiaoyu didn't know what kind of storm her careless words would cause.

...

The refugee camp was silent late at night, with only the howling cold wind and occasional barking of dogs.

Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door broke the silence.

"Brother Zhang! Sister-in-law Zhang! Please open the door!" Li Dequan's anxious voice came from outside the door, accompanied by messy footsteps.

My father opened the door cautiously. Under the dim street lights, Li Dequan's usually arrogant face was covered with sweat.

The workers behind him were carrying several large bags of grain with great effort; the white woven bags were particularly conspicuous in the night.

"This...these are all your relief rations!" Li Dequan forced out a smile uglier than crying, "I was negligent in my work before, I will make it up to you now!" His voice was trembling.

My father leaned against the door frame, his eyes sharp as a knife: "Director Li, isn't it a bit too hasty to deliver the grain so late?"

"Oh, I just feel bad!" Li Dequan kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, and his suit was soaked in a large area. "Brother Zhang, we have been friends for so many years..."

"Friendship?" The father sneered, his voice filled with years of pent-up anger. "When our family was starving, why didn't you talk about friendship?"

"I know I was wrong!" Li Dequan suddenly knelt on the ground with a plop, his knees hitting the concrete floor heavily, making a dull sound. "Please don't tell the leader, I... I have a wife and children to support!"

"late."

A cold voice sounded in the night, like the sentence of the god of death.

Zhang Chen came out of the alley with a team of fully armed special agents, their leather boots making neat sounds on the ground.

Their weapons gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

"Li Dequan," Zhang Chen said with every word like a heavy hammer, "You are so bold to embezzle relief food and withhold refugee supplies!"

"Chief...Chief!" Li Dequan collapsed to the ground, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, "I...I know I was wrong..."

"Take him away!" Zhang Chen waved his hand, his voice full of unquestionable majesty, "Investigate the accounts of the three factories in the west district as well!"

The special forces immediately stepped forward and roughly dragged Li Dequan away. His cries echoed in the cold night, but no one sympathized with him.

Zhang Chen turned to Xiaoyu's family, his eyes softening: "I'm sorry for making you suffer. From tomorrow on, I will personally supervise the distribution of relief grain."

"Thank you, Chief!" My father's voice trembled with excitement.

"Don't thank me," Zhang Chen looked at Xiaoyu tenderly, "If you want to thank someone, thank this little hero. If it weren't for her, I would still be kept in the dark."

Xiaoyu's face was as red as a ripe apple, but she straightened her thin body: "Brother Zhang Chen, I will continue to work hard!"

"Well," Zhang Chen nodded with a smile, his eyes gleaming with admiration, "I believe you will become an amazing psychic."

On this sleepless night, the entire refugee camp was in an uproar.

The news spread like wildfire: Li Dequan was arrested!

The embezzled relief grain must be returned!

People came out of their tents and talked about it.

When they learned that all this was due to a little girl's unintentional words, they couldn't help but sigh at the wonder of fate.

In the Northern Frontier Camp, the setting sun was as red as blood. The setting sun shone on the cold metal wall, reflecting a dazzling red light.

The cold wind howled, blowing up the dust and dead leaves on the ground, making a low whimpering sound, like a sigh at the end of the world.

Zhang Chen stood on the top of the watchtower, his slender figure outlined by his windbreaker making him look very heroic.

His eyebrows were as handsome as a knife, his thin lips were tightly pursed, but there was an uncontrollable anger burning in his eyes.

Inside the camp, maids were busy cleaning their weapons, their blades gleaming coldly in the firelight.

The leading maid is named Ling Shuang, an SSS-level psychic and master of the ice element.

This is the girl Zhang Chen chose from among the vast crowd.