I Have a Post Apocalyptic Online Friend C9.2

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Chapter 9. part 2

The salesperson, likely sensing her low probability of making a purchase, agreed readily and walked over to chat with his colleagues.

She breathed a sigh of relief and began wandering among the hundreds of buses.

Each vehicle was larger and taller than the last, almost blocking out the sun like small houses.

Driving one of these things every day at Doomsday?

It would probably be comfortable to live in, but driving it would be another story.

And who would be responsible for driving it then?

She couldn’t help but message Lu Yuan: Do you have an A1 license?

Lu Yuan replied with a rolling-eyes emoji: What do you think? Does the Base offer that service?

Zhou An’an: I only have a C1 license. I can’t drive a bus.

Lu Yuan: Don’t worry. After Doomsday, there won’t be any traffic police to check. If you want, you could even drive a train.

Zhou An’an: I can’t drive that either.

The driver’s seats in these buses were so high; just looking at them made her dizzy.

Lu Yuan: We’ll draw lots. Whoever loses has to drive.

Zhou An’an: *…*

Lu Yuan: Are you at the used car market? Send me photos of the vehicles.

She started taking pictures. The buses were so enormous that she had to step back more than ten meters just to fit one completely in the frame.

After sending dozens of photos, Lu Yuan replied: The second, sixth, and eighteenth ones look good. Take more pictures from different angles. Make sure to get shots of the interior space and the driver’s cabin too.

Zhou An’an, panting with exhaustion, typed back: No way! I’m doing all the work while you just give orders. When you get here, all the physical labor is on you!

Lu Yuan: …Fine, it’s on me.

She immediately took a screenshot of their bickering, saving it as future ammunition to throw back in his face.

Seeing her struggling alone, the salesperson came over to help.

Finally, after all the photos were sent, Lu Yuan took a moment to review them. Ask how much the sixth one costs.

She turned to the salesperson, who launched into a lengthy spiel.

“You like this one? Ah, you have excellent taste! This is the best-conditioned bus out of the hundreds in this entire market. It’s practically brand new—99% new! The original owner bought it for a tourism business, but you know how it is… years of delays dragged him into bankruptcy, so he had to sell the bus to pay off his debts. It has less than two thousand kilometers on it, barely ever left City A. Look at this door, look at this driver’s cabin, look at these tires—aren’t they perfect?”

Zhou An’an’s ears were ringing from his endless pitch. She quickly cut him off. “Just tell me the price.”

“The boss bought it for 580,000. How about this: you can drive it away for 600,000. We’ll just make a small fee for our trouble.”

Zhou An’an had no idea what a bus should cost, so she relayed the price to Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan: Too expensive.*

Zhou An’an: What do you think is a reasonable price?*

Lu Yuan: The budget for the bus is 400,000 at most.*

A full 200,000 difference.

Zhou An’an was already terrible at haggling; now she didn’t dare even open her mouth.

Lu Yuan: Tell him you need to go home and discuss it. Leave him your contact info and see if he reaches out later. We can negotiate the price then.*

Zhou An’an was more than happy with that plan. Okay.

Lu Yuan reminded her: Make sure to note down the bus model so we can compare it later.

Zhou An’an did as he said and exchanged WeChat contacts with the salesperson.

On her way back, he messaged her, listing a bunch of perks like handling the ownership transfer and other paperwork—anything but mentioning the price.

Back at the hotel, she ordered takeout. She had originally planned to just get a simple bowl of ramen, but thinking about how infuriating Lu Yuan was—and how she couldn’t win an argument with him—she decided to treat herself to something nice to spite him.

Zhou An’an ordered grilled fish, garlic spare ribs, spicy blood curd stew, braised pork belly, lamb skewers, and a bottle of iced coconut milk.

Once all the takeout had arrived, she messaged Lu Yuan: Have you eaten yet?

Lu Yuan: Eating now.

Zhou An’an: What are you having today?

Lu Yuan sent a photo of a grilled flatbread. It looked like it was made from unleavened dough—dark, hard, and unappetizing.

She chuckled and took a picture of the feast spread out before her, sending it to him.

Zhou An’an: I’m digging in too! There’s so much, I can’t possibly finish it all. What a dilemma.*

Lu Yuan took a full three minutes to reply: …You win!

Satisfied, she devoured her meal. Afterward, letting out a contented burp, she went online to research buses.

It turned out there were very cheap buses available for just over 100,000 yuan, but they were much smaller and extremely dilapidated—looking like they wouldn’t survive a single zombie swipe.

Then she came across an off-road RV. It was sleek, cool, and built like a tank. Even the armrest console in the driver’s cabin was made of steel plates. Her heart pounded with excitement.

She sent the picture to Lu Yuan: If only we could have a vehicle like this. It just screams ‘safety.’

Lu Yuan: A vehicle like that costs at least three million.

She looked up the price. Sure enough, it was a whopping 4.6 million.

Sigh, she replied. And here I was, thinking that earning 1.8 million meant I could do whatever I wanted. In the world of the truly wealthy, I’m just a total noob.

Lu Yuan: Don’t worry if you can’t afford it. When the apocalypse hits, I’ll hijack one for you.

Zhou An’an, who had just taken a sip of water, choked. After coughing for what felt like an eternity, she managed to type a single word: Huh?!

When he said ‘hijack,’ he really meant… ‘hijack,’ right?

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