Yang Cheng looked at the little girl in front of him with great interest.
Judging from their attire and demeanor, they must have experience surviving in the apocalypse.
She should have known how dangerous it was to rashly deal with a stranger and powerful wilderness wanderer like herself.
But she still spoke up, saying that the sunflower was very important to the little girl.
"Little girl, you're very brave. Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person? Or that there are good people in the apocalypse?"
"If you trade with me, aren't you afraid I'll just grab you and use you to trade with other people?"
Yang Cheng looked at Ren Yu and gave her a seemingly sunny smile.
He was handsome and tall, and his smile should have been very appealing to young girls, but Ren Yu still couldn't help but shiver.
However, she didn't run away. She stubbornly shook her head and said, "I'm not afraid, Uncle, you're a good person."
Yang Cheng chuckled: "Good people, there is no such thing as good or bad in this world, and most people cannot be defined by simple good or bad."
From childhood to adulthood, Yang Chengke has never considered himself a good person.
Human nature is complex and fickle; who can tell which is a civilized beast and which is a hypocrite? Judging a person by good or bad is too simplistic and too easy to make a mistake.
Ren Yu paused for a moment and said, "My grandfather desperately needs sunflowers to save his life. Besides, even if you are a bad person, I have no way to resist you."
With your strength, it would be too easy for you to capture me. Even if I use every means possible, I would not be able to resist.
Since there's no way to resist, why not try trading?
When you're all alone, never give up hope. Even if it's a desperate gamble, a glimmer of hope is better than despair.
When facing someone far stronger than yourself, never harbor unrealistic hopes. Leave your life or death in their hands; there might still be a chance of survival.
This is what my grandfather taught me.
Yang Cheng was slightly surprised: "Your grandfather must have experienced a lot."
Following these two principles in the apocalypse will not guarantee survival, but it will at least ensure that you outlive some of the more foolish individuals.
"Tell me first, what can you offer in exchange?"
Ren Yu pulled out a bunch of random things from his backpack. They were all technological martial arts techniques, but they seemed to be pieced together from junk and were extremely rudimentary.
"These are not enough to qualify you to trade with me."
Ren Yu gritted his teeth: "Tier 3 gene serum! I can offer you a Tier 3 gene serum in this trade!"
Yang Cheng was taken aback: "Third-order gene serum? Are you sure it's a third-order gene serum?"
It's important to know that, apart from the Tower, no other faction can produce Tier 3 gene serums!
"Others can't, but Grandpa Sun in the shelter can!"
Ren Yu stretched out her hand, which was covered with a layer of frost.
"When Grandpa Sun created the gene serum, no one believed it or dared to try it."
I trusted Grandpa Sun, so I received two injections of the gene-editing drug.
Grandpa Sun is very capable; he's no less capable than the professors at the Tower Research Institute!
Although Grandpa repeatedly warned him not to spread the news that the shelter could produce gene-based drugs.
But Ren Yu has no other choice right now.
Without the sunflowers, her grandfather would almost certainly die, and she didn't want her only remaining family member to die.
After a moment's thought, Yang Cheng said, "Alright, I agree to your deal."
Although gene serums can be obtained inside the tower, Yang Cheng did not intend to place all his hopes on it.
Even in the tower, gene serums are extremely precious.
In particular, obtaining the third-order gene drug requires making significant contributions, holding a certain position, and applying through multiple levels of channels.
Now that there was another channel available, Yang Cheng was even more willing to learn more.
Where is the sunflower you want? What is it?
And don't call me "uncle," my name is Yang Cheng, and I'm not old enough to be considered an "uncle."
Although Yang Cheng hadn't tidied himself up much since entering the tower, resulting in a weathered look, it shouldn't be enough for people to call him an old man, right?
Ren Yu nodded obediently and said, "I understand, Brother Yang. My name is Ren Yu."
The sunflower is a mutated plant that grows in the spring water well on Paradise Island. The repair cells inside its flowers can be extracted and made into a medicine to treat Grandpa's injuries.
"Who told you all this?"
"It's Grandpa Sun. He can not only make gene-enhancing drugs, but also our weapons and other medicines."
Yang Cheng was very surprised.
Who exactly is Grandpa Sun at the shelter where this little girl is staying, that he has so much knowledge about things?
It's important to know that the Tower has a total of seventeen research institutes, each specializing in a different area, encompassing a wide range of fields such as genetics, biology, and mechanics.
It can be said that the core strength of the entire tower is not actually those genetically modified individuals, but rather the scientists at the Tower Research Institute.
Without their continuous supply of various gene serums and powerful weapons, the Tower would never have been able to maintain its current position.
But isn't it a bit too omnipotent for Grandpa Sun to be able to handle everything all by himself?
"Do you know that if outsiders heard what you're saying, not only would other external forces want to raze your shelter to the ground, but even the Tower itself would want to do the same?"
Ren Yu's face was a little pale. She nodded and said, "I know. Grandpa has said countless times not to reveal Grandpa Sun's information to others."
But if I keep this from you, Brother Yang, you definitely won't continue the deal with me. I still want to save my grandfather.
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