Originally, it was a straight line between S City and An City, but now S City is the main station for all teleportation arrays.
From City S, you can go to various places with teleportation arrays, but teleportation arrays in other places can only take you to the City S base.
With the teleportation array at the S City base set up, Carl and his team are also working hard to train the store staff.
Xin'er, alone, with a map in hand, slowly expanded her search from near to far, first going to various bases to set up teleportation arrays.
With advance notice from the government, other bases were eagerly waiting. The notice had already been sent out before the supermarket even opened, instructing the survivors to quickly store crystal cores.
What if the supermarket opens and there are no crystal cores left to buy?
Unlike the S City base, other bases did not use crystal cores as currency from the very beginning.
There are many more things I just learned, like that zombies have crystal cores inside their heads.
That thing is still money!
Many people are kicking themselves, regretting how many crystal cores they missed back then.
However, a very small minority simply do not believe it, thinking that this is all an official tactic to trick them into clearing out zombies.
"What time is it? The planet Earth might explode tomorrow, and you're still opening a supermarket?"
"Tch, don't let those officials brainwash you. Go and see for yourselves, where is there any normal place out there?"
"They said that once the supermarkets open, there will be enough supplies. But where will those supplies come from? Do those officials just conjure them up with a few words?"
As Xin'er was being enthusiastically led into the Suzhou base by the registration staff, she heard a passionate 'speech' from a young man.
She looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man who looked to be in his early twenties. He had messy hair, wore a black vest and blue basketball shorts, and was as thin as a stick. He was leaning against the corner of the wall, talking to a group of people with saliva flying everywhere.
He was holding a plastic fan that advertised a men's health clinic's infertility treatments, and he was waving it rapidly, faster than he was talking.
Wherever Xin'er goes, she attracts attention, not to mention the base staff who respectfully lead the way.
The group of people chatting in the corner also stopped their conversation and looked over curiously.
"Where did that girl come from? She seems like someone special."
"Is he the son of some high-ranking official? I don't know if he's simple or not, but he's definitely capable."
"Should we go and ask? Maybe they're a big client."
While the others were still whispering amongst themselves, Wen Yuanlong quickly tucked his fan into the back of his waistband, put on a fawning expression, and scurried off towards Xin'er.
"Hey beautiful, want to do some work? I'm very cheap."
"Whatever you're looking for, I can find it for you—bags, shoes, clothes, cosmetics, whatever the brand, whether it's Chanel, Didi, or Ba..."
The young man leading the way interrupted his sales pitch with a scolding.
"Wen Yuanlong, this is a distinguished guest of the base. If you're looking to do business, please go somewhere further away."
Xin'er stopped and glanced at the man in front of her. Judging from his words, she thought he was a lazy bum, but she didn't expect him to be so enthusiastic about doing business.
"Take on a commission?"
Wen Yuanlong had originally intended to ask the registrar what kind of distinguished guest they were, but when Xin'er suddenly asked him, his eyes lit up.
"Yes, as long as you have enough to eat, I'll take care of everything perfectly."
Xin'er, however, became somewhat interested again.
Wen Yuanlong, being perceptive, became even more eager to close the deal.
"Of course, even though it's the apocalypse, I still won't take on any dirty work like murder or arson."
"Do you have someone you're looking for, information you want to inquire about, or something you need to find or give someone? Anything is fine."
The woman in front of me was dressed very neatly. Even though she was wearing a mask, you could tell that there wasn't a speck of dirt or grime on her face. She also had her nails done, so it was clear that she was someone who cared a lot about her appearance.
Not only does she love beauty, but her family must also be very well-off.
Wen Yuanlong was already guessing what kind of limited-edition bags or luxury brand clothes she would ask him to find...
He started this commissioned business, but it's been a while now, and he's been running around to several bases in the area. He's seen all sorts of people.
Don't be fooled by their daily struggles; many of them starve to death. Those who are wealthy, on the other hand, live quite well.
For example, the Rongshi base next door has a bunch of rich second-generation kids who hold banquets and parties from time to time.
He was entrusted to deliver something to them, and he secretly peeked over. They were eating Western-style buffet, with champagne, red wine, and evening gowns. Anyone who didn't know better would think it was a time of peace and prosperity.
Xin'er noticed his gaze falling on her fingernails.
She raised her hand, examined her fingers together, and saw that her nails had been redone by Sister Xia during the last heavy snowfall. Sister Xia wasn't a professional, after all, so the result was somewhat unsatisfactory.
"Find me a nail technician, someone skilled. I have the tools here. Is that okay?"
Wen Yuanlong slapped his thigh, "It can work, of course it can work! I guarantee I'll find you a master-level one!"
Xin'er took a satellite phone out of her spatial storage and tossed it over.
"My phone number is on it. Contact me when you find the person. Do it today."
She wasn't afraid the person would run away with the phone.
Xin'er gestured to the young man leading the way, "Let's go, we need to find the base commander, I'm in a hurry."
After we finish setting up the formation, we can get our nails done.
The young man was shocked, but quickly came to his senses.
"Okay, this way please."
This guy is too arrogant, no wonder he's here to open a supermarket!
That's a satellite phone; there are only a handful in a single base. How could they just give it away like that?
Wen Yuanlong remained in the position of holding the phone with both hands, staring blankly at Xin'er's receding figure in disbelief.
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