Survival in the apocalypse: I became rich through farming games

Qi Hao had ADHD when he was a child. He could hold still for five minutes and was a master at disrupting the classroom and creating commotion.

In class, he raises his hands to answer questions and answers incorrectly. He applauds enthusiastically when his classmates answer questions. Eight times out of ten, he can't control his emotions and starts slapping the table with his hands.

After being kicked out of the classroom no less than a hundred times, Qi Hao's father immediately suspended him from school for two years, packed him up, and sent him to his hometown temple to chant sutras and boxing with the old monk every day.

The old monk was different from the teacher. He didn't care at all about the crazy things Qi Hao made and just let him do as he pleased. Later, probably because he found it boring, Qi Hao began to adapt the scriptures and perform the magic sound in the old monk's ears every day.

The two-year suspension from school had not ended yet, and the old monk no longer wanted him. However, after more than a year of hard work, Qi Hao began to change from being hyperactive to talkative.

He couldn't ask a hundred thousand questions, and he was full of questions every day. For a while, Qi Hao's mother became panicked when she saw him opening his mouth.

With the arrival of puberty, Qi Hao finally fulfilled his parents' wishes and became a normal handsome man.

He studied painting for several years and got good grades in the college entrance examination. He went to study abroad for a few years in a country next door that is rich in animation works. He was not influenced by art culture. After returning to China, he began to aspire to become a world-class stylist.

The first job of a world-class stylist was as an apprentice at a well-known chain barber shop in Jiang City. At that time, the manager assigned them a task to persuade customers to apply for a card.

The other boys and girls were sweet-talking and could often accomplish their feats by coaxing, but Qi Hao couldn't do it. Qi Hao didn't know how to sweet talk, so he could only punch the old master to death. After washing his hair for more than ten minutes, he wouldn't stop talking to him for a moment. People talk, and in the end there are usually two outcomes.

The first type is that the guest really has a headache, so he goes along with his wishes and applies for a card.

The second type is when the customer really has a headache and complains to the boss, saying that he doesn’t want to see him again in the future.

All in all, Qi Hao is well versed in the art of speaking and insists on retaining his own style.

He walked towards Jiang Lianming, but before he arrived, Qi Hao stretched out his hand to shake it, "Hello, how long have you been waiting? It's very windy today, are you not freezing? Do you know where to record the points? Please, please Will you take me there?"

Jiang Lianming's outstretched hand was held tightly and shook twice, and then the other party quickly let go of his hand. Before he could say anything, it was stuck in his mouth, which made him feel a little embarrassed for a while.

"Do you have a points card?" Jiang Lianming asked him.

"Just put someone else on the card. I don't live with you so I don't need to pay any points." Qi Hao turned around and smiled.

When he said this, Jiang Lianming knew in his heart that the other person's card should be Ye Buqing.

Qi Hao is tall and has long legs. He walks faster and adjusts his speed several times to be as fast as Jiang Lianming.

Ye Buqing told her not to mention her name, so Qi Hao simply shut up and stopped talking.

Jiang Lianming personally helped him score points. Qi Hao took out the points card from his pocket and handed it over. Seeing that Jiang Lianming had not moved yet, he frowned and asked him, "Is there any problem?"

Jiang Lianming pointed to the people inside who were still unpacking the boxes and counting the quantities, "We still need to count."

After being busy for a while, Qi Hao saw that there were a lot of unopened items piled there, and it probably took a long time to count them, so he reported a number to Jiang Lianming, "There are so many in total. I put them in with my own hands yesterday."

Jiang Lianming originally thought that he was just helping to run errands. He was a little surprised when he heard this, but he still didn't move. It was not that he didn't believe them, but that there had to be a charter for doing things, and the quantities there had to be registered and put into the warehouse. It would be very troublesome if he got it wrong.

Seeing that Jiang Lianming had no intention of going through the back door, Qi Hao stood there for a while, took out the unfinished water and drank it, opened his backpack and took out some food to fill his stomach.

From last night to now, he really hasn't eaten at all, and his chest is so hungry that it can touch his back.

The counting work here lasted for an hour. After an hour, the data was filled in and entered into the warehouse form. Jiang Lianming did not let Wei Duocai handle it. The balance on Ye Buqing's card was too iconic. It was the only giant in Jiang City Security Base. payment.

Today's batch of supplies is another huge sum of money that is unimaginable to others.

After recording the scores, Jiang Lianming handed the card to Qi Hao.

This guy had already eaten two burgers in front of him as if there was no one else around...

Qi Hao took the card, put it back into the inner pocket of her clothes, took out a piece of paper and handed it over, "On it is the name of the corresponding medicine. The effect is the same. You can check it before using it. In addition, she said, don't put the outer layer on it." Pack it over there.”

At the mention of "her", the two looked at each other, Qi Hao smiled and turned to leave.

Oh yeah! Mission accomplished!

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Ye Buqing came on the Kuromi motorcycle. Wearing a helmet and gloves, Ye Buqing made a bend at the entrance of the security base and almost fell into a ditch.

Ye Buqing could feel Qi Hao's movements. Seeing that he didn't move in the parking lot, Ye Buqing stopped for a while at the entrance of the clothing factory.

The door of the garment factory was open. Yuan Wentong took a look in the morning and found that the greenhouse was inside, so he called someone to install it.

There were two aunties doing cleaning inside at the moment. There were too many small things inside. Yuan Wentong asked Shao Qian to keep an eye on it while he was watching someone install a plastic shed next door.

When Ye Buqing dismantled the plastic shed, he didn't damage the structure inside at all. He only had to find the right place to insert it and fix it. The progress here was quite fast.

After saying a few words to Yuan Wentong, Ye Buqing turned around, and there was another person beside her car.

Wen Renxiao didn't know when he came. He stood beside her car without making a sound, not knowing what he was thinking.

Last time they broke up on bad terms, Ye Buqing went over and took the helmet in his hand, glanced at Wen Renxiao, and asked him, "What are you doing?"

Ye Buqing's tone could not be said to be good. Wen Renxiao pursed his lips and remembered the radio messages he had sent that had gone to waste. He felt that Ye Buqing might still be angry, so he spoke in a particularly sincere tone, "I'm sorry, what happened last time was my fault."

"Oh? What's wrong? Tell me." Ye Buqing sat astride the car, hunched over in a relaxed posture.

"I didn't think about you and put pressure on you." Wen Renxiao frowned and promised, "There will be no next time."

"Then I'm still a little unhappy."

Ye Buqing touched his chin and was about to think of something bad to think about when Wen Renxiao next to him suddenly stood up straight and gave her a standard military salute.

"I can apologize as many times as I want, but don't be angry...and don't turn off the radio." Wen Renxiao still had the same expression, but this was the first time Ye Buqing heard his tone.

No...that's not the point...

"When did I turn off the radio?" Ye Buqing asked, with "I don't know, I don't know, I don't understand" written all over his face.

Wen Renxiao just wanted to ask why there was no response from Ye Buqing when he apologized on the radio yesterday. Was it because the radio was broken? Before he could say anything, he saw Ye Buqing's brows suddenly furrowed and he looked in the direction of the parking lot.