Chapter 32 I'm Really Useful

Annan frowned: Are these people done yet? If it really doesn't work, just drop all the knives!

She walked to the door with a triangular bayonet in her hand in a domineering manner, but heard a gentle male voice coming from outside.

"Miss An, sorry to bother you. I'm Zhao Ping'an, who lives on the floor above you."

Zhao Pingan?

The doomsday fan who turned the 15th floor into a bunker?

She calmed down a little, opened the armored doors one by one, and looked outside.

The man had a clean white face and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.

"What's the matter?"

Zhao Ping'an looked at the slim girl in front of him and couldn't connect her with the female killer.

How did this arm, which is as thin as a lotus root, use a large oil saw so vigorously?

He coughed and said, "It's like this. We met in the elevator before. You should have seen that I bought a lot of vegetable seeds..."

In fact, he was just trying to show his goodwill to his idol! Not to mention in the end times where martial arts value is very important, even before the natural disaster, he still admired the strong.

Seeing the girl opposite him looking at him seriously, waiting for the next words, he suddenly became a little nervous:

"I mean, my mother grows a lot of fresh vegetables and I can give you some."

As he spoke, he opened the bag in his hand - inside were two large bundles of garlic sprouts and lettuce.

Annan raised his eyebrows: What does this mean? In the face of a natural disaster, there are still neighbors who take the initiative to share food?

She simply refused: "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't really need it."

She would never believe in anything that comes as a gift.

Zhao Pingan was stunned for a moment. He knew that she must have a lot of supplies, but eating only dry food would always make her feel bored. There was no reason for her to refuse these fresh vegetables.

Could it be that she also grows vegetables at home?

Annan looked at him: "Anything else?"

Zhao Pingan's brain was working rapidly: No, I can't just give up the opportunity to show my affection to my idol!

He looked at the stainless steel door in front of him, and suddenly an idea came to his mind: "Do you need me to help you turn on the power to the door?"

Annan was stunned. What on earth did he want to do? Delivering food and changing the door.

It can't be that he has a crush on her, right?

Annan Ehan: Brother, please don't be in love with me in this apocalypse! You are not my type.

Zhao Ping'an looked at her expression and knew that she must have misunderstood something. He couldn't help but feel anxious:

"My idol, I have no ill intentions, I just want to make friends with you. The world is not going well right now, so the more friends we have, the more opportunities we have!"

Idol? Annan couldn't help but laugh when he heard her calling him that.

It turned out that this doomsday fan was impressed by my fighting ability and came to make friends with me.

Seeing Annan's expression relax a little, Zhao Pingan said: "I am very useful. I can do research and development and design institutions. I was also a scientific and technological talent that several companies competed for..."

Annan couldn't help laughing as he watched him trying desperately to advertise himself.

This Zhao Ping'an is indeed a talented person. She thought about it and thought that the switch in his house was indeed good, so she asked:

"What do you want in return for helping me modify the switch?"

When Zhao Pingan heard this, he immediately waved his hands and said, "No need to pay, I have nothing to do anyway, I will help you for free."

Annan was not in the habit of taking advantage of others: "I'll give you food as a reward. Do you want rice or snacks?"

Zhao Pingan: "Really, no need. It doesn't take much effort for me to make this."

Annan frowned: "If you don't need it, forget it. I only accept equal exchange."

It seems that the idol is very defensive! Zhao Pingan quickly said, "Then let's have some snacks."

Annan nodded, thinking that this doomsday fan’s home would probably not be short of food.

After the two reached an agreement, Zhao Pingan happily rushed upstairs to get the tools, while Annan turned around and went home to continue eating.

If you don’t eat it, the vegetables will get cold!

I had just taken a few bites when I heard the sound of work starting outside the door.

Annan did not go out, and let Zhao Pingan work there. She had no idea about the setting of this kind of organization, and could not help at all, so she just continued to eat.

After dinner, she found some snacks from the space.

Pickled pepper chicken feet, beef jerky, preserved plums, cola, and various spicy strips, I took two packs of each. Thinking that there was an aunt at home, I took out two packs of melon seeds. One pack of original flavor and one pack of spiced flavor.

When she went out with a bag of snacks, she found that Zhao Ping'an had already electrified both doors of the corridor.

He smiled brilliantly: "I have a lot of materials, so I modified this armored door for you. Just move this place and a shooting hole will appear."

While explaining, he also demonstrated.

Annan looked down at the things in his hands. Uh...it seems like I took too little?

When she looked outside, she saw that even the bloodstains on the floor of the corridor had been wiped clean by Zhao Pingan.

That's so sincere!

There's not enough food! Please give me some more.

"Wait a moment." She hurried home, found a lot of snacks, filled two large bags, and then came out to hand them to Zhao Ping'an.

Zhao Ping'an took the two big bags of snacks and felt a little flattered.

This is not the time before the natural disaster, when snacks were worthless if given to others.

It’s different now. Just that bag of beef jerky is enough to make people fight over it.

The young lady was really nice! It was just to help her renovate the door, and it didn't take much effort, but she actually gave him so many things.

There was a little more recognition in the look in Zhao Ping'an's eyes when he looked at her.

Annan felt uncomfortable being stared at by him.

What's the matter? Is this too little?

"My idol, do you want me to help you renovate the front door?"

Zhao Pingan looked at the entrance door of 1402. Idols are idols. Look, how strong their awareness of defense is! Not only did they install two layers of armor on the corridor door, but they also replaced their own entrance door with an armored door.

Three-layer door, more security!

Annan couldn't help but laugh when he saw his energetic appearance.

Ever since the natural disaster, everyone has been sad and pale. It has been a long time since I have seen such energetic people.

"No, thank you."

After the two doors in the stairwell were modified, they were sufficient for his use. Annan would not let anyone into his home easily.

Except for the Liu brothers who have already been killed, no one knows that their own entrance door also has two layers.

Although Zhao Ping'an looks sincere, she will not trust anyone easily after living her life again.

Zhao Ping'an rubbed his head and said, "Then I'll go back first. Thank you for the snacks."

Annan nodded and watched him turn around and walk upstairs.

As they were walking, the man suddenly turned around and said seriously, "My idol, if you need any help, remember to call me!"

Don't hit a smiling person. Annan nodded gently and watched the other party leave happily.

She reached out and tried the modified door, and it really worked. If anyone comes to harass her again, she will call him first! Then shoot him directly!

It's nice that you don't have to go out.

15th floor.

As soon as Zhao Ping'an entered the house, his mother's loud voice came over:

"How are you? Little idiot, did anyone cut off your arms and legs?"

"Mom! My idol is a young lady, not a dominatrix!"

Hu Cuilan grinned: "Wow! Whose little sister is chopping people like chopping vegetables!"

Zhao Ping'an handed her the snacks in his hand: "What do you want to eat for lunch? I'm hungry."

"Bah, you're so hardworking outside, but you're such a big shot at home! You eat whatever they cook, and you ask whatever they ask!"

Hu Cuilan cursed while deftly opening the bag of snacks.

"Ah!" Her eyes lit up.