I'm in love with the reborn doomsday boss

After settling down and packing their luggage, the group prepared to split up. Zang Hongai was going to meet the person in charge of the Yuzhong base, and the others got a little familiar with the terrain of the Yuzhong base.

Yuan Xingche and Song Miluo didn't say much, and they were defaulted into a team by others.

Xiong Hu and Jiang Du will take care of Dai Su'e together.

The Yuzhong base has a large population, and there are dusty simple houses everywhere. There are obviously a lot of clothes outside the base, but the price of clothes sold to ordinary people in the pedestrian street in the base is still ridiculously expensive.

Yuan Xingche and Song Miluo just walked around casually, feeling very obvious about the gap between rich and poor in Henan Central Base.

When passing by a nightclub-style men's clothing store.

"Do you want it? I can buy it for you." Yuan Xingche said.

"I don't want it!" Song Miluo gouged him with his eyes, "Besides, do you have any money here?"

"How does the money here circulate?" Yuan Xingche thought for a while.

"Now it should be the currency produced by the base itself. After a while, the crystal nucleus will become a common currency." At that time, it was the hell for ordinary people.

Zombies are too strong, but ordinary people are too weak.

At that time, for those who were ambitious and wanted to live a better life, mutated fruits were a necessity.

The two walked around the street and were about to go back, but were stopped by a man walking towards them.

"You look familiar to me." Xu Juncong said, he looked at Yuan Xingche and thought for a while.

"I remembered! It's you!"

Song Miluo also remembered that he was the one who used alcohol to make trouble backstage at the Xuanhua concert!

"I didn't expect you to be alive." Xu Juncong was astounded, pointing his finger at the two of them: "If it wasn't for my nobleman's troublesome affairs, you must have died long ago!"

Yuan Xingche leaned into Song Miluo's ear and said, "A few gangsters came to trouble us that night, and this person might be the one who did it."

"Oh, I've been cheated out of money." Song Miluo glanced at him up and down, his eyes a little like loving a fool.

"I see it too."

Xu Juncong was so angry with the two that he laughed out loud, and the tendons on his forehead could be seen clearly.

"Go and call me a drink, I want to show these two people some color, I want them to die quietly in the streets and alleys."

He yelled very loudly, as if the louder he yelled, the more face he would get back.

Song Miluo said awkwardly: "It's not good to call someone, call it a drink peck, it's not sure if the arm grows well or not."

Although Xu Juncong has a bad mind, he is not so stubborn: "What do you mean by that?"

"Did he cut off the arm that was pecked?"

"How could it be that he cut it?"

Xu Juncong looked so stupid talking to himself.

"You don't believe what we said, don't you want to find Yiyinpeu? Ask him." Song Miluo said.

"You wait!"

Xu Juncong thought for a while, if he could really cut off Yiyinpeg's arm, chopping him up wouldn't be like cutting vegetables...

Xu Juncong got scared and decided to run first.

"Don't run." Yuan Xingche said.

Xu Juncong was taken aback: "What are you doing? Let me tell you, this is in public. If you dare to do something, my uncle will not let you go!"

"A bit of progress." Yuan Xingche said.

Song Miluo nodded, Xu Juncong himself didn't know where he had improved.

Song Miluo said: "Knowing that you can't scare us anymore, do you think you can scare us with another person?"

"You don't know who my uncle is?" Xu Juncong suddenly felt that this was a turning point: "My uncle is the leader of Yuzhong Base, Xu Weiguo!"

The two were expressionless.

"What? I'm so scared that I can't speak?" Xu Juncong raised his chin, and instantly became defiant and arrogant.

Seeing that the two of them are still low-key and low-key.

Xu Juncong nodded slightly, and began to look at the two of them.

The two people in front of them didn't show any horror.

Instead, she looked at him with great interest.

"He looks rich." Song Miluo said.

"He even hired someone to plot against us, so it shouldn't be too much to ask him for spiritual support now." Yuan Xingche said, he had been with Song Miluo for a long time, and Yuan Xingche's integrity had almost dropped.

"I don't think it's too much." Song Miluo praised his work well.

"Then I'll do it."

The two of them were like bandits, scaring out a lot of money from Xu Juncong.

Young master Xu can bend and stretch, and if he gives money, he can pay without being beaten.

"Remember, before you speak harshly next time, let's see who is more cruel." Song Miluo said.

"Aren't you afraid that I will tell my uncle?" Xu Juncong's voice dropped this time.

"Don't be afraid, all the treasures your uncle wants are in our hands." Yuan Xingche said.

Both Song Miluo and Jiang Du are ninth-level supernatural beings. Together, they can sweep away the supernatural beings at Yuzhong Base.

If we really want to fight, the five members of Yuan Xingche's team can level the Yuzhong base.

With money in hand, Yuan Xingche and Song Miluo stopped being polite and bought a lot of things on the street to take back.

Xiong Hu, who also lives on the fourth floor, just came back from a walk with Dai Ma.

"You two are going to rob, right?" Xiong Hu sighed.

They have spatial abilities, so their luggage is quite complete, including pots and pans, gas stoves, large frying spoons with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

What Yuan Xingche brought back were all snacks that the small city-state did not have.

You don't need to look to know that Song Miluo bought it.

These two people are watching the nose and the nose, and neither of them will answer the robbery.

Xiong Hu simply said it casually and didn't pursue it.

But the people at the Henan Central Base are too incompetent to handle affairs. When others are invited to come to your base, they don't even have any allowances at all.

To put it bluntly, it is to disown Mawei.

How much Yuan Xingche and his friends have caused Xu Weiguo to suffer, it's no wonder he can swallow this breath in his heart.

"I'm exhausted from the journey for the past few days. Which of you can cook, help me." Dai Ma sat down and hammered her leg.

Several pairs of eyes fell on Song Miluo unconsciously.

"You have a good rest today, and you should have a taste of our craft." Song Miluo said.

"It's coming, it's the accomplishment of a New Oriental chef." Xiong Hu was so greedy that he was almost drooling.

Song Miluo glanced at him.

Xiong Hu changed his words: "Chef 985."

The two names are evenly matched in the field of unpleasantness.

Song Miluo thought about the menu and figured out how many people there were on Zang Hongai's side.

Usually, when it was time for dinner, Zang Hongai came over by himself.It is also known as: If you are not active in eating, you have problems with your thinking.

I haven't seen him so active today.

Xiong Hu went downstairs to call someone, and when he came back he was very angry.

Dai Ma, the head of the family, said and poured him a glass of water: "What's the matter, don't rush to drink your saliva before talking."

"They've eaten downstairs!" Xiong Hu said.

"How do they eat?" Yuan Xingche asked.

"There are receptions at the base. They have food and drink over there. We don't need to worry about it. By the way, they have paid for it." Xiong Hu was a little annoyed. They were the ones who went to the meeting today, and they had some Nothing here...

"When I went, they were drinking with the person in charge, and they didn't have time to talk to me." Xiong Hu said: "When I came out, I was standing in the corridor, and I heard them talking and joking."

Yuan Xingche patted him on the shoulder.

Jiang Du curled his mouth and pushed the man down on the seat: "Are they still secretly saying that the people on Zang Hongai's side are the cronies of the base leader, and our side is like trash?"

"It has to be the people at the Yuzhong Base who said that Zang Hongai took the lead in agreeing." Song Miluo said.

Yuan Xingche also sat down, and the five of them sat down together: "Tsk tsk, what a cheap way of alienation."

"Divorce..." Xiong Hu reflected for a moment: "Has Zang Hongai been fooled?"

"Don't worry, Zang Hongai's ghost has too many eyes." Yuan Xingche said: "Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover, let's prepare to eat."

Song Miluo is really good at cooking, and the fragrant Xionghu completely forgot to be angry.

I lived like this for three days, and every day the base was more or less favored.

On the third day, Yuan Xingche and Zang Hongai, both of whom had outstanding acting skills, went from being brothers against each other to becoming enemies, and now just looking at each other is full of electric sparks.

On the third day, almost all the people in charge of the surrounding small gathering places of survivors had arrived.

The Yuzhong base area has also booked a meeting place and is preparing to hold the first meeting of the alliance agreement.

The venue was big enough, and under the banner of openness and transparency, Yuan Xingche brought Song Miluo along on the first day to attend this important meeting.

"Look at this initiative for the future. It's probably a big dream of spring and autumn together, imagining that tomorrow will be better. In fact, everyone knows what tomorrow will look like, and they just want to fool some people into joining their alliance."

"That's right. Up to now, it's all castles in the air, without a single basic and pragmatic statement." Yuan Xingche also shook his head.

The person who was speaking on the rostrum was an auditory system user, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Please don't whisper, if you really have something to say, just stand up and say it."

The people on the rostrum looked at the two of them, and the eyes of many people on the scene also gathered.

He asked him to stand up and said that Song Miluo would be impolite, and he stood up calmly.

"I would like to ask, in Central China, how many people survived this disaster?" Song Miluo asked a question.

The person on the stage was stunned: "Who knows?"

Not only does he not know, but now no one knows.

Song Miluo sneered: "There are countless large and small bases in Central China. I don't know how many people there are in some small bases. Exiles, mercenary groups of supernatural beings, these loose people who cannot be counted, people who are being infected, People who died naturally from injuries, people who are just about to be born in the last days."

"You say you need to ensure food and clothing, but you don't even know how many mouths you have to eat. Whose food and clothing are you guaranteeing?"

The man had nothing to say immediately: "..."

"There's also food. It's not the first day I've been to Yuzhong Base. The food supply in Yuzhong Base has left many ordinary people without enough to eat. Do you know how much arable land there is in the Central Plains? The food you plan to have is only granaries , Please don’t drag other bases while sitting and eating, and carry out the grain harvesting plan is the most important thing.”

"..."

"Let's go back to people's livelihood. Let's put aside the issue of food first. I'll ask how to use electricity at the base. Now only humans at the top of the pyramid can use diesel generators. There are several large power generation areas in Central China, and there are a lot of hydraulic power. The generator is still working, but the cable that transmits the power fails along the way, so in your base's plan, is the future of mankind dark at night?"

"..."

"How to stop the oppression of ordinary people in small gathering places of individual survivors?"

"After the census is completed, how will the subtle gap between the social status of supernatural beings and ordinary people be balanced?"

"What about the new laws and regulations?"

"What about women's rights?"

"What about the children's education?"

"What about the support of the elderly?"

"What about medical insurance?"