Before Shen Jing could explain, Gu Yan said, "Bring me whatever you have."
The sales clerk raised an eyebrow, looked at Shen Jing, and waited for her instructions before taking action.
Since they're in sales, they only care about getting paid; they don't just listen to any gigolo. Being a sales clerk at the base's official supermarket is a secure job, even more valuable than the pre-apocalyptic "iron rice bowls"—at least they don't have to starve while killing zombies!
“She used her points card,” Gu Yan added.
The salesperson was genuinely surprised.
She desperately wanted to tell her sisters, "Don't keep gigolos, support me instead!"
They can be raised with just two mouthfuls of white rice; they're incredibly easy to care for!
Unlike other gigolos, I don't think they waste their points on things like this.
This shows she completely forgot that she was the one who had just been selling small umbrellas.
Mrs. Shen Jing covered her face helplessly, waved her points card around, and said, "Buy, buy, buy, buy as much as you have."
Anyone who has spent the last two years with Shen Jing knows about her almost numb lifestyle.
It's been a long time since I've seen Shen Jing so vibrant.
She's not a shut-in, nor is she a gaming addict.
She was just an ordinary college graduate in her early twenties. Although she grew up in an orphanage, she actually knew how to please herself. But ever since she woke up in her dormitory two years ago, she had become dazed and confused, less human than a zombie.
Gu Yan lowered his eyes to look at Shen Jing, who looked helpless against him, and twitched his lips, a smile that vanished in an instant.
It was too fast, and Shen Jing covered her face and didn't see it.
But the salesperson who had been keeping an eye on them saw it.
A beam of light happened to shine on Gu Yan.
She suspected she had met a celestial being!
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