I Have a Post Apocalyptic Online Friend C7.2

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Chapter 7. part 2

Zhou An’an pressed on, “Then you must also know about their plan, right?”

Lu Yuan seemed confused. “Plan?”

“Aren’t you from the Survivor Base? Everyone on your side should know by now, right? The Doomsday Players have decided to build separate shelters with their teammates.”

Lu Yuan just said, “Oh,” his tone was flat.

“Gu Zhao invited me to join them and build a shelter together. What do you think?”

“If I said not to join, would you really be willing to refuse?”

“Of course! You’re my teammate, after all. I specifically told him I had to come back and ask for your opinion before I could give him an answer.”

Lu Yuan’s tone immediately brightened, and he replied patiently, “In my opinion, it’s better not to join.”

“Why?”

“The more people there are, the more conflicts arise. In a collective, individual desires become irrelevant; everything must prioritize the group’s interests. And often, the ‘group’s interests’ exist only in the words of its leaders.”

“Is that really the reason? I’m not so sure.”

“Then what do you think the reason is?”

“Are you socially anxious too? Don’t like group living?” Zhou An’an teased. “You make fun of me for being introverted, but I think you’re just like me—a friendless loner.”

He gritted his teeth. “Don’t push your luck.”

Zhou An’an burst out laughing, then suddenly shrieked.

Lu Yuan asked urgently, “What’s wrong?”

“Aiya… Aiya, aiya, aiya…”

“…Say something.”

“My skirt got caught in the bike wheel! *Sob*… This was my prettiest skirt…”

Zhou An’an squatted by the roadside, her heart aching as she cupped the shredded pieces of her skirt that she’d painstakingly pulled from the wheel.

“So you wore the second outfit after all?”

Lu Yuan recalled the outfit photos she’d sent.

“Yeah, *sob*…”

“Serves you right for being so vain,” he said, gloating.

Zhou An’an huffed, tossed the fabric scraps aside, and got back on her bike to continue on her way.

“Gu Zhao also sent me a photo of someone,” she suddenly remembered.

“Who?”

“His name is Chu Feng. Apparently, he’s a wanted criminal from the Survivor Base who’s killed a lot of people. You probably know who he is, right? Want me to send you the photo?”

“Not interested.”

Lu Yuan’s reply was typical of him. He followed it up with a yawn.

“Are you sleepy? I’ll hang up then.”

“How much longer until you’re home?”

Zhou An’an glanced at the surrounding buildings and estimated, “About twenty minutes.”

“No rush.”

He seemed to have already settled into bed. Zhou An’an heard him turn over, the bed frame creaking under his weight.

I still don’t even know what my teammate looks like, she thought. What if he’s a 200-jin fatty?

Getting that fat in the apocalypse would be pretty tough, she reasoned. He’s probably just an unremarkable, ordinary guy.

Despite her rationalization, Zhou An’an felt a faint flicker of anticipation.

“How much money have you saved up now?” Lu Yuan asked.

“Once the final payment comes in, I should have over 800,000.”

Zhou An’an startled herself when she calculated the figure.

“That’s not enough. Earn another million, and then we can start preparing supplies.”

She frowned slightly. “Are you sure? The countdown is already under seventy days. Earning another million will take at least two months—we’ll definitely run out of time. Why don’t I start buying and stockpiling food tomorrow?”

“Without a secure storage location, no matter how much you hoard, you’ll just be donating it to others.”

Lu Yuan was firm on this point. “Wait a little longer.”

When it came to important matters, he was a reliable person.

Zhou An’an decided to trust him.

On the other end of the line, Lu Yuan began humming a tune. From the melody, it sounded like an old Soviet song.

He, a man from over a hundred years in the future, can sing a song I’ve barely even heard, she mused. Movies truly are humanity’s precious treasures.

I’ll have to stockpile more films later, she thought to herself.

Accompanied by Lu Yuan, she returned to her small house, bathed in moonlight.

At eight the next morning, Zhou An’an opened the door as usual to let the workers in.

How can I earn another million yuan quickly?

She spent the entire morning worrying about it.

During lunch, Zhou An’an received a call from an unknown number.

She went upstairs to answer it, and the caller’s purpose left her utterly surprised.

“Are you Ms. Zhou An’an? I’m the head of the acquisitions department at Fusheng Investment Co., Ltd. Our company is very interested in a product you’ve been developing recently. Would you be interested in selling?”

Zhou An’an asked, “You mean the Doomsday Survival Kit?”

“That’s right.”

“How much are you offering?”

“Five hundred thousand.”

Her eyes instantly lit up. For the first time in her life, she understood what it felt like for money to come knocking on her door.

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