In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

Song Jinhe took a bite of the strawberry, letting the juice explode in his mouth, and the sweet aroma filled his lips and teeth.

Qian Gaoshan should have told Deng Qilin how difficult it was to deal with the 18th floor, but this guy still wanted to attack them, so he must be sure of taking them down.

Perhaps it was because of strong strength, perhaps because of abundant supplies, or perhaps because of some means that she was not aware of.

However, since she planned to live here for a long time, Song Jinhe had already considered all the difficulties she would face. Although this Deng Qilin was an accident, it was still within her control.

The soldiers will come to cover up the water and the earth will cover it up. No matter what, she will not let such selfish people succeed.

Sitting by the stove and warming himself, Song Jinhe looked at the depressing scenery outside the window and subconsciously closed the quilt on his body.

"Bang bang bang."

The security door was knocked three times regularly. Song Jinhe put the strawberries on the table and walked over to open the door.

Cheng Qianhuai was wrapped very tightly, and his eyes lit up when he saw her, and he handed her the bag in his hand very casually.

"Here are freshly harvested spinach and bean sprouts. Do you want to stay at home and cook them yourself or go to my house?"

Song Jinhe lowered his head and looked inside the bag. The spinach was green and growing well. It took Cheng Qianhuai a lot of thought to grow it so well in this environment.

"Let's go to your house to eat. I can't trust my cooking skills either."

She suddenly thought of something and raised her eyebrows: "How about hot pot? I'll kill another rabbit and cook it with spinach and bean sprouts."

Cheng Qianhuai naturally had no objection and took the bag home again, humming a tuneless song.

He was in a good mood. He knew that Song Jinhe would not choose to cook and eat by himself. He was just looking for an excuse to let her come to his house to sit for a while.

Song Jinhe took out the hot pot base ingredients from the space and brought up a dead rabbit that had been placed in the space. The preservation ability of the space was indeed very strong, and the rabbit's body was still a little warm now.

After taking these two items, she hesitated for a moment and took out an opened bottle of sesame paste and fermented bean curd to add some flavor to today's dinner.

She actually wanted to bring some more noodles, meatballs, shrimp slippers and the like, but she hadn't yet made up her mind to bind the space to Cheng Qianhuai. She had to suppress her thoughts and reluctantly turned her eyes away from those delicacies. Move away.

After going to Cheng Qianhuai's house, the two closed the doors and windows and began to prepare the rabbit and cook the base. Although the taste was not as good as the hot pot restaurants before the apocalypse, it was not much worse, but the ingredients seemed a little shabby.

Picking up a piece of cooked rabbit meat, Song Jinhe couldn't wait to put it into his mouth. The meat was soft and tender, and the spicy taste of the hot pot base made it even more tempting.

The spinach is blanched just right. Dip it in some sesame sauce and take a bite. You can't wait to have it with a cup of Coke to enjoy it.

"You should have seen what the newly moved building manager sent over, right? This guy is quite generous, and he will give away anti-inflammatory drugs as soon as he says so."

Cheng Qianhuai put the spinach into his mouth, but frowned slightly: "It's obvious that he has ill intentions towards the two of us. How do you plan to deal with it?"

Since this guy can move in with such a big fanfare and give gifts to every household with a wave of his hand, he must have a lot of supplies.

Zhao Yiming wanted to have more supplies to survive, while Qian Gaoshan wanted to have a say in the building.

Deng Qilin had both of these things. He had obviously obtained them as early as when he was the director of Building No. 7.

Then what he wants will only be more and more precious, and his methods must be smarter than the two building directors of Building 3.

Song Jinhe spit out a piece of bone from his mouth, but the expression on his face did not change: "Two ways.

If he is honest, then I can naturally get along with them. If he interferes many times in an attempt to control us, then I will naturally make him pay the price he deserves. "

After finishing speaking, she paused: "But I think this guy is not a simple person, he may also have some destructive weapons in his hands.

Since he dares to test us even though he knows our strength, it proves that he may not have no trump card. "

Cheng Qianhuai nodded. Nothing he said was of much use now. He could only wait and see what happened. He should not only be wary of Deng Qilin's evil hand downstairs 18.

On the 18th floor, you have to leave yourself a way out and find a way out.

He raised his eyes and looked at Song Jinhe: "I don't think we can sit still and wait for death. When we have time, we can go and inquire about their situation.

They are playing our trump card, and we cannot not understand them at all. "

"Yes, but our relationship with Building 3 is only average. Even if we want to inquire, they may not tell us the truth.

Are we going to inquire about other buildings in Tongjinyuan Belvedere? "

Cheng Qianhuai shook his head when he heard this: "I think the people in the 1701 family are pretty good. Although I can't completely believe them, there is no harm in hearing a few words from them.

But we still have to be careful. Now everyone in Building 3 has probably accepted the materials given by Deng Qilin, and their stance will always shift towards this man. "

Song Jinhe raised his lips and smiled: "If this situation continues, Deng Qilin will definitely become the new building director of Building 3. This Qian Gaoshan is really interesting. He actually found himself a strong competitor. What a brainless person. s things."

The two chatted and laughed, and within one meal they decided on their plans for the next few days.

Now that Deng Qilin's reputation in the building was very high, they could not immediately turn against him, but they could not accept his gifts and join his camp.

Everything must be done after finding out the opponent's strength before taking action. Never fight an unprepared battle.

After discussing everything, Song Jinhe returned home. At this time, the sky had darkened. She felt comfortable nesting on the soft bed by the fire, but she always felt uncomfortable when she thought of the newly moved people downstairs. .

There are two different worlds now and when the apocalypse first came. Most people in the early apocalypse did not dare to kill people directly, and they did not have much supplies in hand.

But now basically capable people have material reserves in their hands, and they may get some hot weapons by accident.

Although not everyone is like this, who can be sure that there is absolutely no such person around them?

The gun in Song Jinhe's hand is indeed an advantage, but when facing a survivor who also has a gun, the only thing that matters is courage and marksmanship.

She didn't want to get herself into such a predicament, so she would definitely find a way to figure out Deng Qilin and his group, and be fully prepared before dealing with them.

She had already planned to find time to visit 1701 tomorrow. She was about to fall asleep, but she did not expect that there was a sudden bang on the security door.

Song Jinhe squinted and looked aside at the time. It was already 10:55 in the evening. It was already midnight. Who came to the door suddenly?

She walked to the study and turned on the surveillance camera to check, only to find that Cheng Qianhuai might have heard the sound, and was already standing in front of the security door with his clothes on.