pertwk Chapter 131 Who would be willing to do a losing business?
Chapter 131 Who would be willing to do a losing business?
But the facts were almost right in front of them.
Wang Fei deceived them, could it be for some benefit?
The only possibility.
It was in this empire that a group of talents emerged who transcended their time.
Otherwise, Su Yang wouldn't even know how to explain all of this.
Just like in the history of the Great Xia Dynasty, when the country was about to perish, a great man who transcended the times also emerged.
Of course.
It was impossible for such a great man to emerge from a feudal state like the Han Hai Empire.
If it's just about producing technically skilled individuals, then perhaps it's not impossible.
After all, as long as the empire accumulates enough capital, theoretically, the Vast Ocean Empire could enter the industrial age just like Earth.
Then we gradually entered the information age.
However, those doctrines or practices that transcended their time were often regarded as heresy in feudal times.
This is true for both ancient China and Western history.
This is what makes it somewhat unbelievable.
"Did all the scientists who developed the zombie virus die too?"
Han Bei couldn't help but ask again, puzzled.
"Perhaps."
Su Yang remained silent, after all, no one knew the true situation on this planet.
Done.
Su Yang's gaze couldn't help but fall on the paper notebook he was clutching in his hand, its cover already torn.
I opened it and took a look.
On the yellowed paper, characters are recorded.
Just like Wang Fei said.
This notebook contains what he has been keeping on his person since entering the apocalypse.
Southwest of HanHai Photolithography Factory.
Wang Fei and his group, who had just left, were now holding the compressed biscuits they had received from Guo Yong.
On the way back to camp.
"Brother Fei, where did those people come from?"
Li Peng couldn't help but ask, puzzled.
"Yes, just looking at their clothes and weapons, they look like people who have just entered the apocalypse."
"The key point is, those people can't speak. Are they mute?"
"Shut up."
Upon seeing this, Wang Fei frowned and reprimanded him.
The person who had just spoken fell silent upon seeing this.
After the reprimand, a sense of doubt welled up in Wang Fei's mind.
An image involuntarily surfaced in her mind: Su Yang walking up to her and speaking nonsensical language.
If the other party hadn't gone to the trouble of trying to communicate with him, Wang Fei might have doubted whether the other party was truly unable to speak.
However, judging from the other person's incorrect sign language gestures, Wang Fei felt that the other person should know how to speak.
But I don't know why.
The other party will use that incorrect gesture to communicate.
"In these end times, it's already a blessing to encounter such kind people."
Wang Fei couldn't help but speak up.
In the apocalypse.
Two unrelated groups of people were able to communicate so peacefully in such an apocalyptic world.
This really made Wang Fei feel quite emotional.
Having been in the apocalypse for so long, he had lost count of how many treacherous survivors he had encountered.
Without the constraints of morality and law.
No matter who it is, over time, the moral scales in their hearts will be pushed to one side.
"Let's go, this food will last us for a while."
Wang Fei sighed.
The hand holding the biscuit unconsciously tightened a little.
They could manage to eat these sparingly in the camp for a while.
Southwest of HanHai Lithography Factory.
Beneath a long-abandoned house lies a long-abandoned parking lot.
Because there are houses standing on top, there are no other entrances except for those two.
They were all completely sealed off by cement and steel bars.
This is the shelter where Wang Fei and the others have been living since the apocalypse began.
There were only about ten people in the shelter.
Almost everyone was pale and thin, and had no energy.
The apocalypse has lasted so long.
Those who survived either had incredibly strong birth charts and were physically healthy and resistant to hunger.
Either they have a large number of weapons and men, enough to occupy a city and explore the surrounding area.
Including Wang Fei and a few others who went out to find food, there were only about twenty people in total.
On a hidden watchtower.
He was leaning against two young men, each clutching a worn-out gun.
The rusty wind, carrying sand, swirled and whipped the two men's clothes, making them flutter loudly.
Meanwhile, the figures of Wang Fei and the others gradually appeared in the distance.
"Wang Fei!"
One of the young men's eyes lit up.
Seeing the seven people walking towards them, he quickly signaled to the people next to him to notify those still in the shelter.
Upon hearing the news of Wang Fei's return, everyone rushed out of the shelter.
Among these people were three or four emaciated women, and even two or three children.
The women were overjoyed to see Wang Fei and the others who had gone out to explore return safely.
He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, in this apocalyptic world.
Going out to find food is almost a life-or-death situation.
With their current guns.
Even small hordes of zombies can kill them.
"It was fruitful."
Wang Fei placed the two boxes of compressed biscuits on the ground.
"It was fruitful."
Wang Fei placed the two boxes of compressed biscuits on the ground.
Upon hearing this, everyone stepped forward.
I opened the box and took a look.
Two boxes full of compressed biscuits came into view.
Seeing this, many people swallowed hard.
But no one dared to step forward and reach out.
"Boss!"
Wang Fei went straight to Jiang Xiaolong's simple command room.
At that moment, Jiang Xiaolong was frowning as he looked at the map in front of him, which was marked with many symbols.
A skull represents an area teeming with zombies.
On that map, there were already more than a dozen skulls.
A small section, however, is connected by lines.
Those places are all places they have explored so far.
There aren't many zombies in those areas, so as long as you're careful, the chances of returning alive are quite high.
Jiang Xiaolong heard Wang Fei's excited words.
He turned around abruptly, and couldn't help but frown.
"What's wrong?"
"Today, we encountered a group of people behaving strangely."
"Strange?"
Jiang Xiaolong couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Upon seeing this, Wang Fei spoke up with some excitement.
"Those people gave us a lot of food. They even gave us some antibiotics!"
"antibiotic!"
When Jiang Xiaolong heard the word "antibiotics," he immediately became agitated, and a look of urgency appeared on his face.
But he quickly calmed down and then spoke in a deep voice.
"In this apocalyptic world, they actually gave us food and antibiotics?"
Seeing that Jiang Xiaolong didn't quite believe him, Wang Fei nodded and continued to explain.
"Those people were all wearing protective suits, and we couldn't tell what type of weapons they were at all."
"Most importantly, I used less than half a fist's worth of gold to get two large boxes of food."
Upon hearing this...
Jiang Xiaolong looked surprised.
Gold for food?
In this apocalyptic world, how could anyone actually do such a losing business?