Chapter 106 You write novels?
In the post-apocalyptic world, there is a barrier between people with superpowers and ordinary people.
Among ordinary people, men with stronger fists and greater labor capacity became dominant, while the elderly were the least useful, followed by children.
As for women, especially young women, regardless of their beauty or ugliness, they have become outlets for men's immense daily pressure to survive.
If you have a man at home to protect you, that's fine; otherwise, you're left with no choice but to sell your body.
"Women without superpowers or the ability to protect themselves are basically just playthings for others."
Xia Qianqian said this with a sigh, and Meng Rui, who was standing next to her, lowered her eyes slightly when she heard this.
She was the young woman Xia Qianqian described as having no special abilities, no ability to protect herself.
What? Is he referring to her?
If it weren't for her protection, she would be living in a filthy shantytown now, lying on a tattered rag, facing one man after another just to get a piece of bread.
For a moment, the topic became somewhat heavy.
Zhuo Xu broke the silence, saying, "The shantytown is just ahead. Should we go on?"
After he finished speaking, he noticed that everyone's eyes were on Ling Ran, who was standing a little behind him.
Ling Ran didn't say anything, she just walked forward in her high heels.
Shan Ge shoved his foot into Fan Chuan's face, then spat in his face: "Fan Chuan, this is the apocalypse, how can you still not see reality? Your wife is getting old, her market value is already low. If you wait any longer until she's old and faded, she'll be free, and nobody will want her."
Fan Chuan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with humiliation.
Unfortunately, he had no power, no ability, and could do nothing!
Ta-da!
The sound of high heels rang out not far from him.
Before Fan Chuan could react, a pair of beautiful silver high heels appeared in front of him. The owner of the shoes had small, fair, and beautiful feet.
He glanced at it, then looked away. Just as he was about to move silently, he heard a pleasant woman's voice: "You used to write novels?"
Are you a novelist?
It's been so long since I've heard those words.
Fan Chuan raised his eyes slightly and saw a woman dressed in bright and beautiful clothes, surrounded by people on all sides, looking at him indifferently.
That gaze held no contempt, no arrogance, no sense of superiority over ordinary people; it was simply a calm and unwavering look at him.
Fan Chuan didn't know what this person was there for, but he was intimidated by the person's imposing manner and subconsciously replied, "Yes, I used to write novels."
The person continued, "Is it a master writer? Then it must be very well-written?"
"It's alright, but the fact that it became so popular ultimately has an element of luck involved."
"Would you be willing to follow me and write novels for me in the future?"
"ah?"
Fan Chuan was stunned, wondering if he was about to die and this was a hallucination he was seeing before he died.
He struggled to sit up, but Wang Shan's voice told him this wasn't a hallucination: "No, boss, what do you want with Fan Chuan? He can't do anything. Why don't you come to me? I read a lot of novels before the apocalypse, and my writing might not be any worse than Fan Chuan's!"
Wang Shan immediately recognized Ling Ran's extraordinary qualities and wanted to get close to her.
Unfortunately, the man didn't even glance at him. Instead, Liu Xiuping stepped forward, looking at him disdainfully: "Who do you think you are, daring to speak to my master?"
Wang Shan glanced at Ling Ran's large and powerful group, mumbled something, and stepped aside, not daring to say anything.
He didn't leave, wanting to see what would happen to Fan Chuan.
If Fan Chuan could get in touch with such a big shot, he would undoubtedly reach the pinnacle of his life, which would make him very uncomfortable.
While one's own failure is painful, Fan Chuan's success is even more heart-wrenching.
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