According to Zhong Ziming's plan, the women in this bus would be given to the superhumans in Chen Hu's hands.
The apocalypse has only been going on for a little over six months. People have only recently transitioned from an era of abundant resources and information overload into the apocalypse.
Many people still have a fondness for female internet celebrities and female stars.
The group of actresses under Zhong Ziming's management will surely open up a new world for him.
The car drove onto the Hunan C Expressway and stopped at the ice house to replenish supplies.
The driver simply reached out and asked Zhong Ziming for 1 million yuan.
Zhong Ziming frowned as he looked at the driver who was asking for an exorbitant price.
"Didn't I already pay 100,000 for the chartered car? How come you want 1 million before we've even reached City C?"
The money in C City's account is really running low. If prices continue to rise like this, the money in Zhong Ziming's hands will soon be reduced to a meaningless string of numbers.
He had to frown and carefully plan how to use the money in his hands.
To my surprise, the driver said with a forced smile,
"You know that gas is expensive these days."
"In this cold weather, the prices of both gasoline and diesel have skyrocketed. You initially said you were going to City E, but then you changed your route to City C and then back to City E."
"The cost of chartering this car will definitely increase several times over."
In this weather, in this extreme living environment, who among those who come out to work as rickshaw pullers isn't risking their lives?
Seeing Zhong Ziming's icy expression, the driver didn't say anything more, but pointed to the ice house ahead.
"If you don't believe me, Mr. Zhong, why don't you go and buy the supplies yourself?"
Zhong Ziming glanced at the driver and then walked into the ice house.
The igloo was filled with survivors, most of them with bitter and resentful expressions, dressed in bulky and dirty clothes.
The atmosphere wasn't great, but it wasn't so hopeless that there was no hope at all.
Zhong Ziming went to the counter to buy diesel fuel.
The seller lifted his eyelids and handed Zhong Ziming a jug of diesel oil, asking for 50,000 yuan right off the bat.
This tiny pot is barely enough to travel 50 kilometers.
Not to mention the journey from here to City C, and then from City C to City E.
Zhong Ziming frowned and asked with dissatisfaction,
"With prices in such a mess, how can you possibly stay under Gong Yi's management?"
This is simply illogical.
Zhong Ziming, a high-achieving student with urban management experience, believed that Gong Yi lacked a professional urban management commander by his side.
It's a real pity. If Gong Yi had accepted him, he could have properly helped Gong Yi manage the so-called Xiangcheng base.
So things have escalated to this point, Gong Yi has lost a management talent, and Zhong Ziming has failed to become the management commander of the Xiangcheng base.
It was all because of Hua Mi's obstruction.
The icehouse salesman looked at Zhong Ziming as if he were a fool. He pointed to the small jug of diesel fuel and explained impatiently.
"Buy or not? If not, forget it. I don't have time to waste with your nonsense."
He was in a hurry to eat some sunflower seeds.
After saying that, the ice house salesperson actually took out a bag of preserved plum seeds, and while cracking them open, spat them at Zhong Ziming's feet.
Zhong Ziming held his breath and actually spent 50,000 yuan to bring out a jug of diesel fuel.
He had no choice but to buy it; he needed to get to Chen Hu's side as soon as possible and begin to realize his grand ambitions.
Not long after Zhong Ziming left the igloo, a group of maintenance workers who were resting inside began to sneer.
"Is this guy out of his mind? Who buys a gasoline-powered sports car these days?"
Everyone knows that when the Xiangcheng Water Plant was being built, the plant manager stockpiled a large amount of jelly-like water.
These jelly-like drinks contain a wealth of energy, but what kind of energy they contain is still under investigation.
However, the factory manager said that the jelly water could be diluted and used as fuel.
A 200ml bottle of jelly-like water, poured into a car's fuel tank, can power both diesel and gasoline vehicles for thousands of kilometers.
So many people remember that during the period when it rained continuously in Xiangcheng, the people of Xiangcheng frantically extracted jelly water.
Using a pump and condoms, the drained jelly-like liquid is dumped in the landfill.
Even though it's snowing now, if you're willing to dig through the snow and work hard, you can dig out a layer of frozen jelly-like water.
Break these jelly-like ice cubes, pour them into the car's fuel tank, add some antifreeze or something, and the car will still run.
As for the exorbitantly priced gasoline and diesel sold inside the igloos, that's nothing more than a shady money-making scheme by the igloos' sales staff.
They're targeting new survivors who aren't keeping up with the latest news.
Seeing Zhong Ziming come out carrying a jug of expensive diesel fuel, the driver's eyes darted around, but he didn't say anything.
Seeing Zhong Ziming's stern face, he started the car with a grin after adding the oil.
When they arrived at the next ice house, Zhong Ziming no longer got out of the car to buy oil himself. He simply gave the driver the money and asked him to buy it.
The driver solicitously took the hundreds of thousands of yuan from his phone, went into the ice house, and then came out with an oil can to refuel the car.
As the car started moving, the driver didn't say what was in the kettle, so Zhong Ziming naturally assumed it was diesel fuel.
The Xiangcheng base under construction, the drivers on the road, the sales staff in the ice house, and the road clearing workers who are often on the highway.
They had already reached some kind of tacit understanding.
No one will explain things clearly.
Slaughter as many as you can.
As they approached City C, Zhong Ziming's car stopped in front of a secluded igloo.
As usual, the driver took Zhong Ziming's several hundred thousand yuan and got out of the car to buy oil.
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