The store owners were overjoyed; city dwellers were stocking up on food, but this fool was buying cigarettes and alcohol.
What? You think cigarettes and alcohol can stave off hunger? What an idiot!
That idiot went to the household goods supermarket again and bought pots and pans, stainless steel basins, and large plastic buckets.
I passed by a tricycle shop that sold human-powered tricycles, electric tricycles, and fuel-powered tricycles.
The shop owner was in a hurry to return to his hometown, but he couldn't leave because he couldn't clear out his stock. He was so anxious that his eyes were bloodshot.
As soon as Zuo Ling asked the price, the shopkeeper eagerly replied, "Half price, everything is half price."
"I'll take them all. Can you give me a discount?"
It wasn't that Zuo Ling was greedy; it was that the shop owner was clearly in a hurry to unload his stock and wouldn't lower the price, which didn't conform to business principles.
The shop owner, fearing that Zuo Ling might go back on her word, said, "The lowest discount is 40%. If you can clear out everything, I'll give you everything in my shop for free."
Since we can't take it with us anyway, it's good to clear out the weights.
Zuo Ling's mouth twitched; she spoke so generously.
What kind of things can you find in a tricycle shop? Repair tools? Or spare parts?
She was out giving away money and didn't bother arguing about anything.
After paying, the shop owner handed the shop key to Zuo Ling, telling her to put the key under the stone slab at the entrance after she finished buying the goods.
After giving his instructions, he rushed off and disappeared.
There are 60 human-powered tricycles, 40 electric tricycles, and 20 fuel-powered tricycles.
Zuo Ling underestimated the shop owner.
The warehouse was filled with tires, some for human-powered tricycles, some for electric tricycles and some for fuel-powered tricycles, as well as many batteries and other spare parts.
With no restrictions on the use of electricity or oil, electric tricycles and fuel-powered tricycles are gaining popularity.
In the apocalypse, with limited access to electricity and fuel, human-powered tricycles are the main mode of transportation.
When he had 200,000 yuan left in his pocket, he turned around and went home.
Having gotten used to living a frugal life, I don't feel at ease if I don't have some money on me.
After climbing the stairs a few times, Zuo Ling got used to it and climbed back to the 22nd floor in one go without feeling any back or leg pain.
As soon as she reached the 21st floor, someone called out to her, "Girl."
Looking up, I saw an elderly man standing at the elevator entrance on the 21st floor.
He wore gold-rimmed glasses, exuded elegance and refinement, and his gray hair was meticulously combed.
Despite the freezing weather, she stood in the stairwell without even wearing a hat; the old lady is in great health.
Zuo Ling remained silent, staring at him warily.
She has no interest in being good neighbors with those upstairs and downstairs; not disturbing each other is the best way to get along.
The old man smiled and said, "The young girl is quite wary. I'm not a bad person and I mean no harm."
As they were talking, an older woman came out of the house, who was wrapped up much more tightly than the old man.
Judging from their ages, the two are husband and wife.
The hostess greeted Zuo Ling, "Miss, it's cold outside, come in and sit down."
"What's wrong? I'm waiting to go home."
Zuo Ling really didn't want to interact with the people in the neighborhood. Even nodding or greeting them was unnecessary, let alone visiting them.
The couple exchanged a glance, and the old man pulled out two work IDs: "We're really not bad people, these are our work IDs."
We were prepared!
Upon opening the document, it was discovered that the old man's surname was Jin, and he was a professor at a university of science and technology; the old woman's surname was Tang, and she was a senior researcher at an agricultural research institute.
A family of highly educated intellectuals.
Zuo Ling had little formal education, so when she encountered highly educated intellectuals, she felt inferior.
She lowered her eyes to hide her unease, and softened her voice slightly: "What is it? Go ahead and say it."
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