Space-related abilities are relatively rare in the post-apocalyptic world. It's considered good if a base has one or two, and they are treated like treasures.
But now, three out of this five-person team are space-type?
To claim there's a shortage of supplies when there's space is clearly a lie.
Lu Sheng tilted his head slightly and immediately raised the price, "A room card for the apartment requires a deposit of 1,000 crystal cores."
Red panda: "..."
Its owner is a shrewd businessman, but it likes it.
The young man at the head of the group was taken aback, clearly not expecting the price to be so high.
"The other people who checked in just now paid 500 crystal cores..." The little boy behind the man peeked out and muttered under his breath.
Lu Sheng raised an eyebrow. "Prices fluctuate with the market. If you don't want to stay, then please do."
Since they've come with ill intentions, let's fleece them first.
The young man gritted his teeth, and a small mountain of glittering crystal cores immediately piled up on the table. "Please check me in."
Based on the registration information provided, Lu Sheng glanced at the young man's name: Meng Botang.
After completing the registration, Little Panda took the initiative to show Meng Botang and the others how to use the various facilities in the apartment.
When they saw that they could buy delicious boxed lunches and refreshing soft drinks simply by swiping their cards, the group was so surprised that they could have stuffed an egg into their mouths.
"Captain, I want an ice-cold Coke!"
"Captain, I want to eat braised pork rice!"
"Captain, I want ice cream!"
"Captain, I want to eat boiled fish!"
The four team members were like children watching a cartoon, completely glued to the vending machine, their starry eyes looking pitifully at Meng Botang.
Meng Botang caught a glimpse of Lu Sheng's ambiguous smile out of the corner of his eye, and sweat beaded on his forehead in embarrassment. "Have some self-respect!"
Before he finished speaking, Lu Sheng bought a can of Coke from the vending machine and put a straw in it for the little panda.
Hearing the familiar sound of carbonated bubbles, Meng Botang's four teammates swallowed hard and resolutely stuck to the vending machine.
"Captain, I want some too." The junior team member who had just complained about Lu Sheng being a shrewd businessman pouted and wiggled his shoulders.
The scene was too beautiful to bear.
Meng Baitang's face darkened. He grabbed the four people by the collar and pulled them back, then swiped his card to buy things, silencing their grumbles.
Their team management was very strict; the team leader was responsible for all the income and expenses of a squad. These team members had no money of their own, and Meng Baitang had to pay for everything they wanted to buy.
After the group had wolfed down their food, Lu Sheng spoke casually, "So, what are you planning to do here?"
Several space-related groups came to her base; who would believe they were just staying in apartments?
Meng Botang paused for a second, clearly surprised by Lu Sheng's bluntness.
But he quickly composed himself, and after a moment's consideration, he solemnly said, "We have some supplies that we'd like you to deliver to K3 Base."
Having witnessed the inexplicable things in the apartment, he felt like a defenseless infant in front of Lu Sheng.
Instead of trying to hide it, let's be straightforward.
Zhang Xiaojuan was holding a tub of family-sized vanilla ice cream, and she and Zhang Xin were happily taking turns eating it. "We don't accept delivery services here. If you want to send it, you can do it yourselves."
Meng Botang looked embarrassed. "It's not convenient for us to come forward."
After a brief conversation, Lu Sheng and the others finally understood the ins and outs of the matter.
The base commander of the Western Military Region and Su Zheng's father had disliked each other since they were young, and even in their old age they still kept their distance and didn't speak to each other.
The last virus conference that Xiao Yu's parents attended was held in the Western Military Region. Knowing that K3 was researching how to crack the zombie virus, the old man sent people to collect all the raw materials for medicines in the vicinity.
But the old man was too proud to send his own people to deliver the raw materials, so he went through a long and complicated process to ask Lu Sheng for help.
After figuring out the reason, Lu Sheng and the others were speechless.
He wants to help but is also arrogant; this old man is really hard to understand!
“Besides handing over the materials, we have an important message to convey to K3.” Meng Botang sat up straight. “The Southern Military District Alliance has been attacked, and we have received a distress signal.”
"Given the current grim situation, we want to organize all bases in the eastern region to form a cooperative alliance."
Lu Sheng calmly ate a piece of grilled corn. "Who attacked you? How many people?"
"one."
6.
In his previous life, Lu Sheng was a nobody who had rarely left the eastern region and knew nothing about the Southern Alliance.
But since it's an alliance, it should at least be larger than the K3 base, right?
One person can wipe out the whole team, so you can only deduct 6 points.
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