Yang Chengang was delighted to have helped someone close a million-dollar deal. "Go ahead, what is it? If it's something I can do, I definitely won't refuse."
Zuo Ling made a hand gesture, "I want to buy some protective and life-saving items, does Brother Yang have any?"
Yang Chengang paused for a moment, then said:
"I understand bringing some life-saving gear to the Arctic, but even if I did, how would you take it out of the country?"
There's a way! Zuo Ling's eyes lit up.
"Just tell me if you can get it?"
Yang Chengang shook his head:
"Yes, but I wouldn't dare give it to you. However, I do have a few things suitable for young girls. As long as they don't run into vicious criminals, they'll be of some use."
Zuo Ling was a little disappointed.
As an ordinary person, it would be very difficult for her to get her hands on guns in a country with strict gun control.
Well, as long as it works, it's better than nothing.
What kinds are there?
"It's hard to say. Come to my shop when you have time, and I'll show you a few things. Once you see them, you'll understand."
"Okay, I'll definitely go when I'm done with my work."
"Call me before you go."
Yang Chengang had done Zuo Ling two great favors, and to express his gratitude, he gave him two large watermelons.
Yang Chengang didn't lack these things; what he valued was the girl's sentiment, so he happily accepted them.
After storing all the goods in his spatial storage, Zuo Ling locked the gate and drove back to Yan Town.
The road between Kyoto and Tsubame Town is always busy.
Zuo Ling arrived home at almost 11 o'clock.
I turned on the water heater and collapsed wearily onto the sofa.
The empty house felt cold and desolate, and Zuo Ling suddenly felt like crying.
I don't want to go home.
When I got home, I remembered that I was alone, all alone!
Apart from her grandmother, no one else in the world cared whether she was cold or hot, whether she had enough to eat or drink, or whether she was tired.
I cried, but no one saw, no one listened, no one comforted me; my tears instantly retreated into my heart.
Take a shower, put the clothes in the washing machine, plug it in, and set it to the overnight wash mode.
Go to bed and sleep.
I thought I would have nightmares, but I slept until 10 a.m.
I opened my eyes to a room filled with sunlight.
She stretched lazily and patted herself: "Good morning, Zuo Ling."
I got up and hung the washed clothes to dry on the balcony.
After washing up, it was still early.
I made potato pancakes, stir-fried chrysanthemum greens, cooked a pot of golden corn porridge, and served it with a plate of braised beef. Bathed in the bright sunshine, I ate with relish.
Since being reborn, I've been working like a clockwork every day, rarely having such leisurely moments.
After finishing my meal, I didn't want to clean up the dishes. I just sat lazily in the sunshine, feeling warm and cozy, and didn't want to move.
I drifted off to sleep without realizing it.
It wasn't until the alarm kept ringing that Zuo Ling was finally awakened.
1:30 PM.
Only those who have experienced the apocalypse know how enchanting it is to sleep peacefully in the sun without any worries.
I quickly washed the dishes and tidied up a bit before heading out.
She arranged to meet Ding Jiaojiao at a tea house not far from her home.
The tea bar is small, with six booths inside.
I've passed by this tea bar several times, and it's rarely full. I've always wondered how it makes money with so few booths.
In her past life, she and Ding Jiaojiao also made an appointment at this tea house.
Just like in the previous life, a sign hangs in front of the tea bar saying it is closed today.
The closure was a pretense; the truth was that Ding Jiaojiao had taken over his business.
Zuo Ling sneered. Ding Jiaojiao never forgot to put on airs of a reclusive family, no matter where she went.
Through the large glass window, I could see Ding Jiaojiao talking to the man beside her.
As you push open the door, you are greeted by soothing and gentle music, a faint fragrance, and an antique charm.
I must say, a tea bar is indeed a great place for conversation and discussion.
Upon seeing Zuo Ling, Ding Jiaojiao remained seated, raised her hand to greet Zuo Ling, and forced a sickeningly sweet smile:
"Zuo Ling".
The man who came with Ding Jiaojiao stood up and smiled and nodded at Zuo Ling.
Ding Jiaojiao gestured and said warmly, "Sit down, order whatever you like."
From a distance, they look like old friends who haven't seen each other in a long time.
With a faint smile, Zuo Ling gestured slightly and sat down gracefully.
Wearing sportswear and sneakers, no makeup, and her hair was casually tied in a bun.
Ding Jiaojiao sized up Zuo Ling, and Zuo Ling sized up Ding Jiaojiao in return.
A well-fitting dress, understated yet luxurious jewelry, an expensive handbag, and delicate makeup.
When Zuo Ling first met Ding Jiaojiao in her previous life, she was intimidated by Ding Jiaojiao's imposing aura.
Just then, Zheng Ming fell in love with a wealthy woman and asked her for a divorce.
Ding Jiaojiao's appearance made up for her inferiority complex about her background and made her have unwarranted fantasies about the Ding family.
With a sweet smile, Ding Jiaojiao extended her hand: "Let's get to know each other formally. My name is Ding Jiaojiao."
Zuo Ling gave it a perfunctory squeeze: "Zuo Ling."
Zuo Ling's indifference made Ding Jiaojiao frown, but she managed to hide it well.
She affectionately linked her arm with the man's and continued her introduction:
“He is our older brother, Pei Nansheng.”
Zuo Ling feigned confusion: "Brother? Why don't you have the same surname?"
Pei Nansheng remained expressionless, poured Zuo Ling a cup of tea, and said with a smile, "Fruit tea, it's alright for me, you should try it."
Ding Jiaojiao, on the other hand, was slightly embarrassed: "My brother takes after our mother."
Zuo Ling raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance: "Your mother's surname is Pei?"
Ding Jiaojiao coughed twice: "Ah...no, no, my brother and I don't have the same mother."
Zuo Ling raised her voice:
"Oh, so that means the person who might be my father is a prolific planter who doesn't discriminate."
Pei Nansheng burst out laughing.
Ding Jiaojiao's face flushed red, and she scolded, "How could you say that about Father?"
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