Chapter 33 She's a really good person; she didn't even kill me.
Meng Shiwan looked up and asked, "How much?"
The middle-aged man thought for a moment, "They say gold is valuable in times of chaos, but I don't want money, I want gold."
Other survivors heard the commotion and poked their heads out of the windows to see what was happening.
They were all worried for the machine shop owner. Didn't he even look at who the person below him was? How dare he ask for money?
What can he do if this thug really wants to rob him? Is he supposed to go down and fight the thug for those machines?
Surprisingly, the ruthless killer they had in mind turned out to be a reasonable person.
Meng Shiwan replied, "Wait."
The owner of the machinery shop was also surprised.
He mustered his courage to shout, mainly because he couldn't bear to part with these machines; each one was quite expensive.
If the thugs ignored him and tried to rob him by force, he would shrink back and pretend he didn't see them.
He witnessed the thugs killing people; there was no order anymore, and survival was more important than machines.
Unexpectedly, this villain actually agreed to give him gold. Is he really that easy to talk to?
Meng Shiwan instructed Du Zitao and his son, "You two move the things first, I'll be back in a bit."
She put on her raincoat, picked up her shovel, and walked towards the intersection.
Du Zitao asked in surprise, "Is she really going to look for gold? Is she going to rob a jewelry store?"
Mr. Du sat on the tractor, saying, "There aren't any gold shops around here."
As everyone craned their necks, wanting to see where Meng Shiwan was going to find gold.
I saw her walk to the intersection and bend down to pick through the pile of charred corpses.
Everyone: ...
They all fell silent.
I really didn't expect her to look for gold on a zombie that had been burned to death.
Life is much better now, especially for middle-aged people. It's quite common to see them wearing gold earrings, gold bracelets, and other jewelry.
The owner of the machinery shop craned his neck from upstairs, watching Meng Shiwan, who was wearing a black raincoat and searching for things among the charred corpses, and swallowed hard.
"I don't really want gold anymore."
Those gold pieces might be stained with zombie blood; what if we get infected after contact?
It's not worth the risk.
About twenty minutes later, Meng Shiwan returned carrying a small, charred cloth bag and placed it on a tractor in front of the machinery shop.
"Your gold."
The owner of the machinery shop, who was keeping a close eye on things, quickly poked his head out and said, "Just put it there."
He received the gold he wanted, but he dared not accept it.
Meng paid the fee and used the equipment in the machinery shop with a perfectly justified attitude.
Du Zitao and his son had already moved everything they needed to the vicinity of the RV and were now sitting on the tractor, lost in thought.
Meng Shiwan took off her raincoat, hung it on the car door, and asked them, "Why aren't you working?"
Du Zitao's expression was complicated. He quickly jumped off the tractor. "Sister, it's not that we don't want to work, it's that we can't do it!"
We were just trying to drill a hole in the front of the vehicle to tighten screws and secure the metal frame. Guess what? The drill bit wore down completely, but your RV didn't have a single scratch! What material is this RV made of? It's so sturdy!
Meng Shiwan: ...
She had forgotten about that; the RV is immune to all harm and indeed cannot squeeze through a hole.
"Wait a moment."
After giving her instructions, she opened the car door and got into the RV.
Ta Xue was burying her head in the watermelon pit, secretly eating the rest of the watermelon. When she saw Meng Shiwan come back, she quickly pulled her round head back and pretended that nothing had happened.
Meng Shiwan patted the cat's head, "System..."
Before she could even speak, the system's mechanical voice rang out, "Prepare the materials, and I'll install it for you. It only requires thirty crystal cores, and I'll definitely install it better than they do."
Meng Shiwan glared at him, "Why don't you just rob it?"
Thirty crystal cores—how many zombies would she have to kill to expand the space by thirty cubic meters and stockpile tons of supplies?
She felt that this taciturn system was exceptionally calculating when it came to anything related to crystal cores.
The system's mechanical voice, indistinguishable between male and female, now seemed to have emotions: "My installation is definitely better than theirs. Those two are obviously mediocre; what good stuff could they possibly have?"
How about this, you add twenty more crystal cores, and I'll make it into one that can automatically collect them. What do you think?
Meng Shiwan gritted her teeth, "Fifty crystal cores, are you a bandit... Wait, you mean automatic crystal core collection?"
To be honest, she was a little tempted.
If she could drive a motorhome and automatically kill zombies and collect crystal cores, she wouldn't have to risk her life to cut them down herself.
Just thinking about these good days makes me feel great.
But she doesn't have a crystal core right now.
Meng Shiwan came up with a good idea: "I'll pay you on credit first. You help me pack it up, and after it's done, I'll pay you back with the crystal cores I've collected."
The system was unhappy, saying, "What am I supposed to do if you don't return it?"
Meng Shiwan knew that the system was very calculating when it came to crystal cores.
She explained, "If I don't return it to you, you won't give me any more space, right? Does that mean I should never expand my storage space again?"
The system was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, but I want interest. You'll have to pay me back two hundred crystal cores, including the principal and interest."
Meng Shiwan gritted her teeth, "Are you robbing me? The interest alone is 150 pills?"
The system ignored her question and said in a slightly cheeky tone, "Then you can go and install it yourself. I'll remove the defense for you."
Meng Shiwan imagined the good old days when she could drive a motorhome, kill zombies, and obtain crystal cores.
She endured it.
"Okay, two hundred it is."
Twenty thousand zombies! It would take her several days to kill them all, even in her RV.
The system is simply a heartless business.
The two sides reached an agreement that Meng Shiwan would no longer need Du Zitao and his son.
She got out of the car and told the two men, "Please bring me a few more lawnmowers and grinders, then go back."
Du Zitao asked in surprise, "Aren't you going to install it on the RV?"
Can they go back? Go back alive?
Meng Shiwan replied, "I'll install it myself, I don't need you guys anymore."
Now that he could go home, Du Zitao didn't ask any more questions and quickly moved his things away.
Actually, he's not that afraid of Meng Shiwan anymore.
The fact that they were willing to help the machine shop owner find gold instead of robbing him shows that they are reasonable and not as scary as they seem.
After returning home, Du Zitao copied Zhang Qiang's style of using black text on a white background and posted a video.
#I think I encountered a kind-hearted villain. She was really nice; she didn't kill me.#
This statement left netizens completely bewildered.
—Don't you even know what you're saying? Just because I didn't kill you makes me a good person? Then wouldn't I be the most virtuous person in the world?
—The blogger is definitely a bit off. This is the first time I've heard someone say that not killing yourself makes you a good person. You must have been scared crazy by the zombies outside.
—Tell your sister quickly, I, Zhang Qiang, am begging her to come back online. I can't sleep at night without her here. I'm begging you on my knees.
The commotion caused by these two goofballs has made netizens even more curious about what kind of person this seemingly kind villain really is.
They managed to scare these two grown men into a daze.
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