Rebirth and hoarding, the Queen of Doomsday Darkness

"The Mediterranean Sea has a finger planted in it. Is it a pack of biscuits?"

There was a blow on the top of the head.

"Such a beautiful woman can't be bought with a pack of biscuits. I bet it must be a pack of instant noodles."

"Or a steamed bun?"

He wiped the saliva from the corner of the mouth of the wretched-looking man at the door.

He stroked the sparse beard on his chin and said, "You are really ignorant."

"This is the first time I've seen such a beautiful girl since the apocalypse. She's one of a kind. How can I possibly buy her with the things you mentioned?"

One person covered his mouth in surprise: "But, a pack of biscuits or a pack of instant noodles is already a lot. Such precious supplies can buy several lives in the underground city."

"You're such an idiot. Scarcity makes things valuable, don't you understand? If such a beautiful girl were brought to an auction, she would definitely fetch a sky-high price."

"That's right, food is a rare and scarce commodity for us, but those high-level masters must have a lot of it."

As he was speaking, Mediterranean had already spoken.

“A box of instant noodles!”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked, and the next moment, the people outside who were watching the fun were in an uproar.

"What? Not a pack, but a box of instant noodles. Is there something wrong with my ears, or is he stupid?"

Someone shouted into the room, "Hey, Mediterranean, I have a daughter at home, can I exchange it for a pack of instant noodles?"

Then, many people started waving.

Some wanted to sell their daughters, some wanted to sell their wives and children, and some even brought up their own mothers.

Even Sun Changshan was stunned. He didn't expect that this cheap girl was so valuable.

That was a box of instant noodles. If they took out the key and exchanged it for ordinary supplies, it would be enough for the father and son to live on for nearly half a year.

"Sell, when will the transaction be made, sir?"

Ye Qingcheng watched as a box of instant noodles appeared out of thin air in the Mediterranean Sea and raised her eyebrows. It turned out that this guy was a space-related mutant. No wonder he was so rich.

"Are you all looking for death?" After Hu Meir settled Hu's father in the room, she saw such a ridiculous scene.

Selling Ye Qingcheng?

My God, who is so stubborn? Is he trying to save his life?

Seeing Hu Meir coming out, Haidong's expression changed several times and he excitedly pulled Sun Changshan.

"Is this your daughter? She has a great figure, she's my type... I'll give you two boxes of instant noodles, sell them to me."

The round breasts on Hu Meir's chest were almost about to pop out. Her figure was charming and graceful, with natural charm. Every part of her body captured the hearts of Mediterranean men.

Ye Qingcheng glared.

"Why do I only have one box of instant noodles and she has two? I'm not as pretty as her?"

Everyone was confused.

What's going on? They were at loggerheads just now, but now they're fighting over something?

Oh, women.

As expected, he still values ​​money more. I'm afraid all the actions just now were a retreat to advance, and he wants more.

They thought they had figured out Ye Qingcheng's psychology and started to call her a white lotus, a scheming woman, and so on.

Especially women, they curse even more harshly.

Only Sun Changshan was stunned. He stared at Hu Meir blankly. He didn't know this person, but she was really charming.

"She, he is not my daughter."

The Mediterranean man is a space-related mutant and holds a high position in the Li family. He dare not lie.

There was a flash of disappointment in Mediterranean's eyes.

But this couldn't suppress his little thoughts: "Little beauty, are you willing to be my wife?"

He had a lewd smile on his face, just like the Big Bad Wolf who tricked Little Red Riding Hood.

"I am a space-based psychic. There are a lot of supplies in the space. As long as you follow me, you will never have to worry about food and drink..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qingcheng punched him: "I'm asking you a question, why do I only have a box of instant noodles?"

Hu Meir raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled charmingly, like a blooming poppy.

"Do you really have a lot of supplies?"

"Of course, as long as you follow me, no, as long as you two follow me, I guarantee that you will have delicious food and spicy drinks. For example, I can give you a pack of instant noodles a day."

The onlookers outside the door were already envious with their eyes bleeding.

My god, a packet of instant noodles a day is a luxury, too much of a luxury!

Hu Meier smiled brightly and tickled the hair beside her ear: "Really? Then how can we trust you? How about... taking out all your supplies for verification?"

Mediterranean was a little hesitant. When he thought about the two powerless women in front of him and his status, he realized that they would not dare to play any tricks.

A heroic and hearty smile.

"Okay, today I will open your eyes."

With a wave of his hand, the living room was instantly filled with supplies.

Each kind of material is what everyone dreams of after the end of the world, but will never see again.

Boxes of instant noodles, Coke and Sprite, snacks, rice and flour...

It almost filled the entire living room.

The southern Mediterranean people all have proud looks on their faces, with their eyes narrowed and their arms outstretched.

He could foresee the two women's impressed expressions.

Come, come, come and throw yourself into my broad arms.

This Mediterranean man has even begun to wonder which one to favor tonight.

One is pure and innocent, beautiful as ice and jade, the other is charming and alluring.

Hiss, if it doesn’t work, let’s do it together.

Immersed in his own fantasy, he couldn't suppress the pride on his face and couldn't help laughing out loud.

No one spoke. The scene was eerily silent. The onlookers outside the door stared blankly at such a huge amount of supplies, their eyes gradually becoming greedy.

Ye Qingcheng and the other man looked at each other and suddenly said, "Uncle, which base are you from? You actually have so many supplies. My God, they are all the people's hard-earned money. You are not going to do anything illegal, are you?"

Hu Meier nodded vigorously: "Uncle, I know you have a kind heart. With so many supplies, can you share them with the poor people outside?"

The Mediterranean man was stunned and his face darkened.

"What nonsense are you talking about? These are all my things, why should I share them with others..."

Before he finished speaking, he aroused the anger of the people outside.

"You are a space-capable person. Those things must have been searched from the homes of ordinary people."

"Oh, I remember now. After the apocalypse, you led your team to collect supplies from every household. It turns out that this thing belongs to us."

"Give it back to us."

"Yes, hand over the things and give them back to us."

If there is a first, there will be a second. The greed for so many supplies outweighed the fear of the Li family.

The law does not punish the group. If they all go up together, rob the things and run away, they will definitely be fine.

"Brothers, come and grab the supplies that belong to us. This bastard actually took them all for himself. How despicable."

"Yes, take back the supplies that belong to us."

Everyone rushed forward and broke the threshold. People were squeezing and stepping on each other. Sun Changshan was nearly trampled to death, and the box of instant noodles in his arms was snatched away.