Zhong Ziming and Mi Guoyuan waited at the gate of D City for three days.
During this period, in addition to my aunt's husband's snow removal team, which would come off the Hunan-D Expressway every day to clear the snow at the entrance of D City.
Neither the garrison nor the superhumans ever left D City.
Even more surprisingly, Hua Mi and Shi Caixia never left D City again.
Day by day, Zhong Ziming's expression grew increasingly grim.
Meanwhile, Mi Guoyuan's temper became increasingly volatile.
Unable to bear the harsh, freezing weather any longer, he took the initiative to find Zhong Ziming.
"I think those people are going to live in D City. We need to think of another way."
He gestured to the clearing team working in the distance.
"Why don't we have the women greet those customers?"
These words ignited a fire of anger in Zhong Ziming's eyes.
“Source: US Source, we are administrators, not pimps.”
"Are you really implying that we're pimps?"
He always remembered his status as a chosen one of heaven.
He had no official status or background, yet through his own efforts, he became Ma Yongchun's top secretary in City C.
That's his ability.
Zhong Ziming is a man destined for great things. Before the day he becomes a person of high standing, he tells himself that he can always be flexible and adaptable.
Therefore, using women to please Gong Yi and win over superpowered individuals is fundamentally different from pimping.
Zhong Zimo kept this in mind.
A hint of sarcasm flickered in Mi Guoyuan's eyes.
"Fine, if you insist on keeping these women, then I have nothing more to say."
"How much money do you have left? Prices for supplies have gone up."
The supplies for D City, which were placed inside the management building, had actually ended up in Hua Mi's pocket.
Even if they wanted to investigate the ownership of these supplies, they couldn't do so.
Because D City is full of roaming zombies, they can't get into D City at all.
With the appearance of crystal cores, those superhumans were using them to exchange for the money in Hua Mi's hands.
This has had a certain impact on the value of the supplies.
At least on the Hunan-D Expressway, the prices of goods have started to rise.
Zhong Ziming had no other source of income. Although he controlled the reserve fund account in City C, the rising prices of goods meant that the amount of goods he could buy was decreasing day by day.
Zhong Ziming lowered his head and rubbed his temples.
"Let's persevere and see."
Currently, he still has enough money.
As long as the garrison and the superhumans can come out every day, he is still confident that he can get those women into the garrison and the superhumans' beds.
At least those superhumans like Li Haifu don't have the same level of willpower as the garrison.
However, after waiting for several more days, apart from the daily clearing teams, the garrison and the superhumans still hadn't come out of D City.
Prices continue to rise.
A bottle of Coke that used to cost 100 yuan has now increased to 250 yuan.
This is definitely not a good sign.
In particular, Zhong Ziming had to hire someone to shovel the snow, otherwise their vehicles would get stuck in the snow.
But labor costs are also very high now.
We couldn't even find someone to shovel snow for our three daily meals.
Nowadays, hiring a worker for a day means providing three meals and two snacks a day, and paying them a daily wage.
If we try to negotiate further, it might cost us a day's wages.
A few days later, Zhong Ziming's face grew increasingly dark. He pointed at the workers in front of him who wanted to raise their prices.
"You raised prices just the day before yesterday, just yesterday, and today you want to raise them again? Where do you think you're raising prices like this?"
"Even if I had mountains of gold and silver, I couldn't withstand your meddling."
This was something that Zhong Ziming and Mi Guoyuan could not understand at all.
Isn't it supposed to be the apocalypse? Labor should be cheap by now.
After all, in extreme environments, there are many survivors but very few job opportunities.
The worker looked disdainful.
"Are you going to pay or not? If not, I'm leaving."
They all have three meals a day plus two snacks, so why did they come all the way to the gate of D City to shovel snow for Zhong Ziming and the others?
Thanks to the tireless propaganda efforts of the garrison, who doesn't know that D City is dangerous now?
There are zombies here.
So unless the pay is very high, no one would be willing to stay here and shovel snow for Zhong Ziming and his group.
Zhong Ziming's eyes turned black with anger as he pointed in the direction of the highway.
"Go away, go away! 20,000 yuan a day, why don't you just rob someone?"
Before the apocalypse, paying 600 a day to hire someone for hard labor was considered very high.
Now, not only has the cost of labor increased several times, but these workers do nothing but shovel snow.
Mi Guoyuan, standing to the side, opened his mouth, watching helplessly as the man he had painstakingly found was chased away by Zhong Zimo.
He sighed, shook his head, and got into the bus.
He's now living off Zhong Ziming, and Mi Guoyuan has given him all the advice he needed to.
Zhong Ziming wouldn't listen, and Mi Guoyuan had no other choice.
But problems always need to be solved.
Because no one shovels the snow, the bus will be buried in snow in less than half a day.
Zhong Ziming personally went to his eighth aunt's husband, hoping that his husband's clearing team could help clear the snow around their bus.
My eighth aunt's husband visually measured the location of the bus, shaking his head vigorously.
“Your vehicles are too far from the gate of D City. We’ll have to spend a lot of manpower to clear this snow.”
"It's hard to find manpower now, there's no other way."
Zhong Ziming became very anxious upon hearing this.
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