Chapter 107 A Useless Profession

After Wang Shan's interruption, Fan Chuan's mind finally started working again.

He quickly replied, "Yes, I write novels, mainly for male-oriented works, but I can write a little bit of everything. If you'd like to read female-oriented works, my wife is also an author, and she was considered a minor god before the apocalypse. We can both write novels for you!"

"From now on, you and your wife will come with me and write novels for me. I'll take care of your food and drink, okay?"

Fan Chuan could hardly believe what he was hearing and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, sir. I will write whatever you want to read. If I don't know how, I can learn. I am quite talented in writing novels."

"Okay, lead the way."

"Where are you going?"

"Didn't you say your wife can write too?"

Fan Chuan immediately realized what was happening and hurriedly stood up, but staggered a few times due to pain and lack of strength.

Zhou Hang quickly went over to help him up, and Fan Chuan was flattered and said, "Thank you, thank you."

"It's alright, which way to go?"

Fan Chuan quickly gave Zhou Hang directions, and the group followed Zhou Hang toward the shantytown. Along the way, the group, dressed in fine clothes, attracted the attention of many people.

Ling Ran ignored the inquiring and envious glances, and instead asked Fan Chuan, "Do you know any chefs who are really good at cooking?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiuping's heart clenched.

My lord, I'm still here.

“I know him.” Fan Chuan nodded. “Uncle Chen, who lives next door to me, was a five-star chef before the apocalypse, but after the apocalypse, there’s not much need for chefs anymore.”

Like the author, in the post-apocalyptic world, being a chef is a rather useless profession.

On the contrary, practical professions such as carpentry, construction, farming, and medicine are more in demand.

How many people are in his family?

If there are too many people, Ling Ran won't be able to handle them.

“Uncle Chen lives with just him and his daughter.” Fan Chuan realized Ling Ran wanted a chef, so he quickly spoke well of Uncle Chen: “Uncle Chen is a very kind person. He’s helped me out several times. It’s because of his help that my wife…”

Even though he didn't exchange his wife for supplies, some powerful and immoral men would still "abduct women" and defile other men's wives while the men were at work earning points.

In the apocalypse, there are no laws, and when you encounter something like this, you can only accept your bad luck.

"Um."

The man responded but didn't continue, leaving Fan Chuan feeling somewhat uncertain.

However, he dared not say anything more, for fear of bothering people and losing his job.

In silence, the group finally entered the shantytown.

The houses here are simple dwellings made of wood, tents, or rags. Each place is small and dilapidated, and even the ground is full of potholes.

For these survivors who have little ability, the base's approach is to allocate them a piece of land and leave them to figure out how to build their own houses.

They only provide them with a certain amount of work, enough to keep them from starving.

Upon entering, a sour, stench assaulted everyone's nostrils from all directions. Fortunately, after the apocalypse, people had become accustomed to the smell of zombies, and they could still maintain a composed expression even when faced with this overwhelming stench.

The location of the shantytown has its good and bad aspects. The area near the base wall is obviously bad, as the people there will be the first to be affected if zombies attack the city.

Fan Chuan was clearly not doing well. He lived in a dark corner against the wall. His so-called house was just a low structure made of wood and rags, barely enough to keep out the rain.

He bent down and knocked on the wooden plank that served as a door: "Wife, it's me."