Good luck with gold recycling.

Not far from Zhou Qiang’s residential area, a large billboard appeared on a store.

Zhou Qiang stood at the door wearing a mask, trying to appear natural before walking in.

The gold shop was deserted, with only a slightly fat boss lying on the counter, watching a video on his mobile phone.

Seeing Zhou Qiang coming in, the other party gave him a professional smile.

"Brother, do you want to buy or sell gold?"

He was not surprised to see Zhou Qiang wearing a mask, as it was normal for young people to wear masks these days.

Some non-mainstream young people have even regarded this as a fashion.

Besides, everyone who comes to him always has some unspeakable secrets.

Zhou Qiang glanced at the counter, which displayed some gold jewelry. There were not many of them, and the workmanship was rather rough. They were probably kept away from people's eyes.

"Sell."

Zhou Qiang cherishes words as if they were gold.

The boss' eyes lit up, he walked out from the counter and became enthusiastic: "Come inside with me."

More than ten minutes later, Zhou Qiang left.

And the boss became cheerful.

The amount he recycled today is equivalent to his usual monthly amount.

The key is the price, he makes a lot of money.

…………

Zhou Qiang rides a shared bicycle and travels around the city.

Every time I passed a small gold shop or pawn shop, I would go in for a while and leave quickly.

It was not until the evening that Zhou Qiang sold the gold he had obtained in this trip to the apocalypse.

"Two million and a half."

Looking at the balance in his bank account, Zhou Qiang smiled.

It's the same as his idea.

These informal gold recycling companies have very strict price suppression. The average transaction price of the gold in Zhou Qiang's hands is only 280 yuan per gram.

Compared with the current gold price of 375 yuan, the gap is huge.

Zhou Qiang is just an ordinary person. He has no special channels and no bargaining power at all.

In many cases, Zhou Qiang is in the weaker position.

If it were someone else, they might be troubled by this issue.

But Zhou Qiang doesn't.

There is innumerable amounts of gold in the apocalypse, and this is just a drop in the ocean.

This kind of low-price selling method is intended to obtain funds as quickly as possible.

Compared with the development of the apocalypse, what is this little loss?

With a zombie manufacturing system, of course the early stage is to find ways to quickly create more zombies for one's own use.

When the time comes, let the zombies search the entire city, and money will just be a number.

What's more, this method is only used in the early stage. Once Zhou Qiang has more money, there will be more room for operation.

Therefore, there is no need to dwell on this loss.

"Qiangzi, I'm here."

I received a message from Li Ying on my mobile phone.

"Li Ying, I'll be there now."

Zhou Qiang replied, then rode the shared bike to the place he and Li Ying often visited, a food stall with delicious food.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Qiang arrived.

"Qiangzi, here."

When Li Ying saw Zhou Qiang, he stood up and waved.

Zhou Qiang parked the shared bicycle, walked over, pulled out a chair and sat down without any hesitation, picked up the skewers he had ordered earlier and started eating.

Li Ying poured Zhou Qiang a glass of beer and said, "Qiangzi, is the matter really resolved?"

Zhou Qiang nodded and laughed: "Actually, my parents tricked me into going back for a blind date."

It is impossible to tell anyone about the zombie manufacturing system.

The excuse of blind date is indeed perfect.

At his age, it is indeed time to consider these things.

When Li Ying heard that Zhou Qiang was tricked by his parents into going back for a blind date, he burst into laughter and was extremely happy.

After a moment, he finally held back his laughter and asked, "How's it going? Did it work?"

"Bullshit! I have no car, no house, and no savings. How can I succeed?" Zhou Qiang gave a wry smile.

This topic is heavy for most people.

Li Ying patted Zhou Qiang on the shoulder, raised his glass and said, "Don't say anything, just drink!"

After the two of them toasted, Li Ying said, "Try hard. I think Lu Yao still has a crush on you. Maybe you two can succeed?"

Thinking of Lu Yao, Zhou Qiang smiled.

This was a woman he had a crush on.

But who can say what fate is?

"Li Ying, I may have to resign."

Zhou Qiang has thought about this matter very clearly. As he possesses a zombie-making system, he has already gone beyond the scope of ordinary people.

There is no point in continuing to work.

The zombie manufacturing system is time-bound and he has no control over it. When the time is up, he will be teleported.

You can't just ask for leave when the time is up, right?

Resigning is the best solution.

Li Ying was surprised: "Qiangzi, why do you want to resign?"

Zhou Qiang smiled faintly, looking at the streets after nightfall. The streets were brightly lit and bustling with traffic, but for an ordinary person in this city, all this was destined to have nothing to do with him.

"I want to try my luck while I'm still young."

He pointed at the street and said to Li Ying, "If we continue to be content with the status quo, when will we be able to buy a house and a car? We will never be able to own a house in this city."

“I don’t want to settle for fate.”

“Don’t wait until you are old and return to your hometown in disgrace, facing the earth and back to the sky.”

This is Zhou Qiang's excuse for resigning, but isn't this also what Zhou Qiang once felt?

I used to be helpless.

Now that he has a choice, Zhou Qiang will of course fight for it.

With the opportunity to change, Zhou Qiang will never be afraid no matter how dangerous the end of the world is.

Li Ying was silent.

After a long while, he put his arm around Zhou Qiang's shoulders and raised the wine in his glass: "No more words, brother supports your idea."

…………

The two drank until ten o'clock and left still a little drunk.

Zhou Qiang took out his cell phone and transferred 20,000 yuan to his sister.

It’s not that I don’t want to give more, but if I give more I’ll have to waste my time finding excuses.

Just as the money was transferred, my sister Zhou Ning sent me a message: "Brother, how come there is so much?"

Zhou Qiang smiled and replied, "Your brother has signed a big contract, and he has a bonus of 50,000 yuan. My supervisor has applied for a raise for my salary, so you can just take it and buy a new phone. Then you can eat as you like. Don't let yourself be wronged."

After a lot of coaxing and deception, Zhou Ning was finally convinced to take the 20,000 yuan.

After returning to the rental house, Zhou Qiang did not go to bed immediately after taking a shower. Instead, he lay in bed, thinking about what to do next.

There are still two and a half days until the next transmission.

It seems that there is plenty of time, but if you think about it carefully, time is very tight and there are many things to do.

Resigning is easy.

As long as you don't want the salary, a message will do the trick.

But Zhou Qiang was thinking about much more than that. The experiences of these three days made Zhou Qiang realize the dangers of the end of the world.

The attack and defense capabilities of ordinary zombies are simply too weak.

A sneak attack or stabbing someone in the back is fine, but if you encounter a genetically mutated zombie, you will be killed instantly.

"So, the first step is to find a way to arm the zombies?"

Zhou Qiang touched his chin, thinking.

For example, creating shields and armor for zombies, and equipping them with more handy weapons.

A zombie wearing alloy armor must be a very powerful killer among the zombies, right?