Chapter 65 [VIP]
"That's right, you're trying to take advantage of us!"
Amid the chirping of several little sparrows, Golden Spoon had already served a barbecued dish. It was an assortment of grilled vegetables, including lettuce, cucumber, eggplant, mushrooms, cabbage, and roasted potato skins.
The portions were generous. Since the vegetables were grilled first, they were served. Next came the meats: the usual roasted fowl, roasted lamb, and roasted beef...
Finally, snacks such as coated tofu and wolf tooth potatoes were served.
The same was true for the portion sent to Mingzhu. The quantity was large but the portion was small, but when you add it all up, it was not bad.
Mingzhu ate his takeout barbecue while rubbing his hands together and began drawing cards. 20 base expansion cards. How should I put it? From the original 9,281,250 square meters, this is a tenfold expansion. Not just okay, but quite okay.
"The host is very lucky this time!"
"Indeed." Mingzhu didn't deny this, adding, "It has now evolved from a small county town into a 13th-tier city."
"Even the population of our Taoyuan base hasn't even reached 100,000."
"184, is there a possibility that the world's population is now less than 10 million?"
"Ah, has the host guessed it?"
"???" Mingzhu suddenly looked at 184, a look of disbelief in his eyes. "The world's total population is now less than 10 million!"
"Host, this is perfectly normal," 184 said, dismissing the issue. Instead, he explained to Mingzhu frankly, "First, the apocalypse broke out, infecting most people and turning them into zombies. Then, plants and animals mutated and began to prey on normal humans. As a result, the human population dwindled. Then, natural disasters arrived. First, extreme cold weather, then floods and fissures. Now, the fissures are still continuing, and extreme heat is about to arrive..."
"After several rounds of disasters, the original population of 6.3 billion was reduced to less than 10 million. This is quite normal."
Mingzhu: "...Humans are actually very resilient. Even if there are only a few hundred thousand left, given the opportunity, they can rebuild their population in just a few generations."
"Host, I seem to have heard such an adjective before." 184 thought seriously for a few minutes, then clapped his hands and said seriously.
"Oh, that's what rats are like. Rats have a strong reproductive capacity and can give birth to more than a dozen pups in one litter!"
Mingzhu: “…”
"But the host is not wrong. Although humans cannot produce as many offspring as rats, as the host said, with a few more generations of hard work, we can grow stronger."
"..." Mingzhu was silent for a few seconds before nodding decisively. "Well, you're right, but I don't think I've seen any pregnant women at Taoyuan Base. And I rarely hear of pregnant women at other bases either. Even newborns... there are almost no newborns."
"Is there such a thing?" 184 was surprised for a moment, but quickly found an excuse. "In the days of doomsday, no one knows if there will be a future. Who dares to act recklessly?"
"Indeed." Mingzhu reaffirmed 184's statement and said, "Think about it carefully, it's true. In a precarious situation, you're already racking your brains to survive. How can you bring your own flesh and blood into this world and let them suffer so much?"
Mingzhu opened the control panel and began to build an entertainment venue. In fact, many courtyard houses can be transformed into entertainment venues, but they don't have special buffs.
Libraries and schools, for example, were rebuilt by combining apartments and courtyard houses. They don't have any special features, but they're perfectly adequate as places for disseminating knowledge and educating people.
Indeed, there have been no pregnant women at the Taoyuan base since its establishment, and even newborns are pitifully rare, but there are still children, many of whom are under 10 years old.
It would be a shame for such a child not to go to school and learn to read. In Mingzhu's opinion, even if extremely hot weather is approaching, children must go to school.
"184, now that I've leveled up, there are no drawings related to the 'Summer Theme'?"
"Ah!" 184 was stunned. After a long pause, he said quietly, "The host dislikes me for being an artificial idiot. Since I'm an artificial idiot, then I don't know what the host meant by 'summer theme'."
Mingzhu: “…”
"Don't know? Can you check yourself?" Mingzhu asked with a smile.
184 The fur on the cat's face was so fluffy that it even performed the farmer's pocket gesture.
"Yes, but after the self-examination, I don't know whether the host can swipe out drawings related to the 'Summer Theme' from the Trans-Space Mall."
Mingzhu: “…”
"Just check yourself!" Mingzhu didn't want to argue with 184 any further and simply asked, "Stop chattering and disturbing your happy mood."
184: "...Oh!"
184 did not continue to make trouble and began to conduct a particularly slow self-examination.
After self-checking once, it will be checked three times again and again. The self-checking will be completed after a while.
If you are not satisfied with the refreshed items, you can spend Starlight Coins to refresh them.
Each refresh requires 500 Starlight Coins. It is not expensive, but it is not worth it. If you don't spend money to refresh it more than ten times, you will not get what you want.
This time, perhaps because of the expansion of the base area, Mingzhu's good luck has almost been used up.
So, Mingzhu used Starlight Coins to refresh for almost 20 times before he finally got what he wanted.
"My luck is so bad! I was just thinking about turning Europe into Africa." Mingzhu sighed deeply and continued, "It seems that this time, my finances will face a deficit again."
"It's okay, host. At worst, you can just take out another loan to spend the Starlight Coins." 184 was trying to comfort him, but was actually stabbing him in the back.
Mingzhu: “…”
"It took a lot of effort to pay it off," Mingzhu said expressionlessly. "Now I have to take out a loan. As a boss, how pitiful am I, or how pitiful is I?"
"Host just said daddy." 184 ignored Mingzhu's complaints and said insincerely. "Host, you are the fattest."
"I'm not fat."
Mingzhu was speechless and said, "Enunciate your words more clearly next time. I'm not fat, but I'm great."
Yeah, Ming Candle is great!
Even if I am lazy, at least I can suppress my unreliable career ambition.
Mingzhu picked up a bunch of roasted leeks. They were a little cold, but still delicious. The strong cumin flavor filled his mouth as he took a bite.
"Golden Spoon's cooking skills are really good."
"He's a chef after all."
Mingzhu glanced at 184, said nothing, and continued to eat the barbecue. After a while, about 10 minutes later, Mingzhu finished all the barbecue that was delivered.
After a while, Mingzhu lay in the middle of the bed, drowsy.
No, I slept straight!
And unfortunately, Mingzhu was dreaming.
This is such an incredible thing. Since Mingzhu traveled to the doomsday world, he has rarely dreamed. Even if he did dream, it was always related to his time in the Zerg battlefield in his previous life.
But this time, Mingzhu actually dreamed about things from his previous life.
Who was Mingzhu in my previous life? Oh, he was an ordinary, unremarkable man. His greatest skill wasn't running or having eight-pack abs, but his skill with a scalpel.
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