Ning Qiang didn't take it to heart when he found out.
So what if there are 500 or 600 more people? We can wipe them out in a minute.
Before he knew it, the day of the gathering at a certain mountain resort arrived. After getting ready, Ning Qiang arrived at the venue neither too early nor too late.
Inside the resort, all sorts of luxury cars were parked, making Ning Qiang's SUV look like a pheasant that had fallen into a phoenix's nest.
Concealing the disdain in his eyes, the waiter smiled and led Ning Qiang into the villa.
Straightening his tie and glancing down at his gleaming leather shoes, Ning Qiang realized that he hadn't attended a proper gathering in a long time since the apocalypse.
Having witnessed so much hunger, poverty, and suffering, I'm no longer used to the bright lights and bustling nightlife; a sudden feeling of disgust washes over me.
There weren't many Chinese people there, and Ning Qiang was the only one among them, making him stand out among the tall and robust Westerners.
Because the Ning family could produce grain, several people present had dealt with Ning Qiang before. They raised their glasses from afar and nodded to Ning Qiang in greeting, but did not approach him.
Ning Qiang smiled indifferently. It's difficult for Chinese people to integrate into Western circles, and even if they seem to have integrated, it's just a facade.
If you're useful, I'll accept you temporarily; if you're not, I'll ignore you completely.
Ning Qiang was just there to join in the fun; he had no intention of making friends. Besides, making friends wouldn't be of much use, so why bother?
Many tables were set with various food and drinks. I casually picked up a couple of pastries, a steak, and a glass of wine, found a quiet corner, and sat down to enjoy them slowly.
The steak looked good, but after taking a bite, it had no beef flavor. I don't know if it was frozen for several years. It was hard to chew and got stuck in my teeth.
Disappointed, I spat out the crumbs and rinsed my mouth with a sip of wine.
What the hell is this? Is this wine? It tastes more like sweet water.
Swirl the wine glass and look closely; the color of the wine has dispersed and doesn't cling to the glass at all.
I can't swallow the steak, and the wine is just to make up the numbers, so let's have a pastry.
The cream had no aroma, tasted a bit sour, and the cake wasn't delicate enough; the honeycomb-like holes were almost as thick as a finger...
He forced down what was in his mouth, looked around, gulped down daisy noodles, sipped wine, feigned composure, and struggled with the uncut steak...
Ning Qiang chuckled and covered his nose. Damn it, they're all just pretty faces.
It seems that life isn't easy for scorpions.
In reality, Ning Qiang was measuring the external situation by his own living standards.
Nothing grows, resources are extremely scarce, and having anything is already a blessing; no one cares about taste anymore.
"Mr. Ning, what makes you so happy?"
Looking up, I saw Thomas, the head of the Cobra division.
The Ning family sold some rice, flour, and cooking oil at the Cobra Market, which caught Thomas's attention.
Thomas made a special trip to the Chinese village to discuss cooperation with Ning Qiang. They met a few times and had some personal relationship.
He gestured, "Sit." Ning Qiang avoided answering.
I was the only Chinese person in the room. Although no one showed their disdain, being isolated was an attitude in itself.
When Ning Qiang came in, he saw Thomas, who was chatting with someone and pretending not to see him. Now that Thomas had come over to talk to him, it was obvious that Thomas had something to say.
Thomas beckoned to the waiter to bring some food, glanced at Ning Qiang's plate, and smiled, saying, "What's wrong? Not to your liking?"
“Oh, no, very good,” Ning Qiang replied against his will.
Very good? Very good, you'll only eat one bite and then stop?
Thomas smiled but didn't expose him.
He ordered egg drop soup and daisy noodles, and gestured to the waiter to take Ning Qiang's plate away.
"Only these two items are edible; the rest are just for decoration. Come on, have a taste."
A few delightful scallions float on a small bowl of egg drop soup.
Before the apocalypse, a bowl of egg drop soup was nothing; after the apocalypse, there are no chickens, so where will the eggs come from?
Not to mention the four seasons in a single day, when nothing else is alive, yet you can still see vibrant green scallions.
The Ning family has a plant-type ability user, so a few vegetables are nothing to Ning Qiang.
But for Thomas, his eyes would light up at the sight of scallions.
After a sip of hot soup, Thomas felt blissfully happy.
"So fresh, so incredibly fresh! How is it? Not bad, right?"
"Hmm, not bad, quite good."
Ning Qiang's support greatly encouraged Thomas, who pointed to the daisy noodles and said, "The sauce is delicious, you should try it."
Ning Qiang gave him face and took a bite. It was indeed good; at least he could eat it.
A secret sense of smugness rose within him. "Hmph, look at us Chinese! When it comes to food, you Westerners are far behind us."
A smile spread across his face. "Mmm, the sauce is very flavorful, it's delicious."
Thomas proudly raised his chin. Of course, it was his recommendation; how could it not be delicious?
Each concealing their own sense of superiority, the conversation proceeded relatively smoothly. Then, Thomas abruptly changed the subject:
"Ning, Pei Nansheng and his sister came from your Chinese village, right?"
Here it comes, the important part.
Ning Qiang shook his head, "They stayed in the Chinese village for one night, so they can't be considered to have left from our Chinese village."
Thomas continued, "I heard you suffered a great loss at the hands of that brother and sister?"
The most important part is here.
Ning Qiang smiled and said, "It's just a small misunderstanding."
Thomas's eyes darted around; this was not the answer he wanted, nor was it what the person behind him wanted.
"Thirty-one people died, is that a small matter? Ning, you are truly magnanimous."
Ning Qiang's expression darkened. He leaned back, pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and said calmly:
"No, you misunderstood."
Thomas froze, lying to his face without batting an eye.
He no longer concealed it, saying, "Someone asked me to act as an intermediary. He is willing to join forces with you to get rid of that annoying brother and sister."
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