In the fairly spacious living room of the suite, soothing light music was playing.
Zhang Ling crossed her legs and swayed gently, leisurely tasting the coffee in her hand.
The freshly ground coffee had a unique aroma.
He looked up at the account books and various miscellaneous items on the table, as well as the open computer in front of him, and looked at the woman opposite him unconsciously.
Wang Xia and her were opposite each other.
Their desks and chairs were against the wall and facing each other.
There was a window in the middle and a set of decorative cabinets under the window.
In his line of sight, he could see the side face of the woman opposite him slightly peeking out from behind the screen.
She was staring at the computer attentively, presumably counting the contents of the transaction.
Although the two of them are at the base, the trading point is open five days a week, Monday to Friday, so they only work five days, and most of them do not open the door early in the morning, but in the morning or near noon.
The business is open, but the work of the two of them does not seem to be easy.
The number is limited to 50 per day, which means that we have to meet 50 groups of people every day, and each group has to come up with two survivors.
Zhang Ling and Wang Xia have to deal with these survivors every day who are struggling to survive in the apocalypse.
They have the absolute advantage and the top, but those survivors of all kinds do They are very difficult to serve.
After all, the price of the transaction is based on their estimate, so many times the survivors of the transaction will have problems, doubts, and dissatisfaction.
Although they suppress these emotions very well under the passive nature of the transaction, But this also results in constant repetition and explanation of transaction work.
Zhang Ling's violent temper is also the key to the countless transactions like this.
Some survivors may pester you to cry for one or two packs of compressed biscuits or other things.
After all, they dare not threaten the two of them. .
But everything is nothing compared to the hard life in the apocalypse.
Zhang Ling is very satisfied now.
Although she has some repetitive work, she just feels tired sometimes, but it is not boring.
She encounters all kinds of people every day.
The survivors are all interesting experiences.
Just like the young man who brought his girlfriend to trade, she seems to rarely encounter survivors who bring women to trade.
"Xiaoxia, do you want coffee?"
Thinking casually in her mind, Zhang Ling stuck her head out and asked Wang Xia opposite.
Wang Xia was typing on the keyboard, leaning her head out slightly, and smiled at Zhang Ling.
Compared to Zhang Ling's mature face, she looked younger, and her ponytail was neat and tidy, "Sister Ling, no need. , it’s almost done.”
Zhang Ling knew that Wang Xia didn't like drinking coffee, but although the two were secretly competing, they were still good sisters on the surface.
After all, they were both for that man, but now they seemed to be competing for favor.
"What's your number, Sister Ling?"
"I'm 47 now" "It's 3:30 now.
It seems that number 50 is ready today and we need to add more numbers."
"Oops, I have to work overtime until five o'clock again, and so does my third brother.
Why do we have this rule?
Isn't it good to just finish it on the 50th?"
Seeing Zhang Ling's raised-lipped complaint, Wang Xia smiled.
She knew that women secretly competed with her, but she didn't care.
Everything was for the third brother and the transaction point.
She didn't care about women's thoughts and actions.
"There's no way.
What the third brother thinks makes sense.
There are more and more people at the trading point.
Many people are not numbered.
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It doesn't make sense not to add numbers.
Moreover, we sleep until we wake up naturally in the morning and open the door.
There are many people at the stronghold.
They all complained.
If they knew about Third Brother’s existence, I’m afraid they would all complain.”
Wang Xia stopped what she was doing, picked up the water glass next to her, took a sip of water, and explained.
Zhang Ling's expression was still a little unhappy, but she asked curiously: "Xia, why do you think the third brother is so low-key?
No one in the airport transaction point knows his existence.
Every time he enters and exits late at night or early in the morning, it seems...
Lao Wangtou, Pan Datou, and the people from the Public Security Bureau knew about the existence of Third Brother, and they were all told not to talk too much. " In Wang Xia's mind, the man who looked like a demon in the flames, a huge mechanical beast, and the two huge, soul-eating battle axes flashed across his mind.
Exhaling a breath, he said in a daze: "Third brother doesn't want to expose himself in front of people.
You also know that more and more people are coming to the trading point.
There are all kinds of people.
In the future, there will be many people with bad intentions."
There will be more and more.
Look, we have a room full of equipment and weapons.
Don’t they want it?
Although gold and resources It can be exchanged, but wouldn't they want to rob it without paying anything?
Third brother needs to observe and be on guard secretly.
He must continue to be strong so that he can protect the trading point and protect us.
You may not understand these.
After all, you have never seen the power of Third Brother, it is an unparalleled power."
Zhang Ling listened to Wang Xia's words.
Although she understood a little, Zhang Ling also understood the power of her third brother in her words.
After all, everything in the room was proof, but she didn't know the power of fighting that Wang Xia said. , because she has not seen Jiang Shan's full power, but she has seen the dazzling admiration in Wang Xia's eyes, and she can feel how much this woman loves her man.
After the conversation, the two women fell into silence for a short time.
Indeed, everything they had was given by the man Jiang Shan, and they didn't know why the man had all this.
However, they relied on them and the man to survive from the transaction point.
Among the more and more survivors, they saw the power of these humans and they continued to grow stronger.
Even they, Zhang Ling and Wang Xia can feel the changes.
The unknown power in the apocalypse makes human beings become stronger, albeit slightly.
"Did Third Brother say you would come over for dinner tonight?"
Zhang Ling broke the somewhat quiet atmosphere and asked, Regarding the lives of two people, they are always happier without the presence of men.
With the presence of men, they will always be much happier.
Wang Xia shook her head and replied: "Third brother slept in your place yesterday.
Didn't I tell you?
Why don't you give me a call?"
It was impossible for Wang Xia to have no objection to Zhang Ling's sudden appearance.
Although one person's workload was indeed heavy, with the continuous improvement of transaction points, the work was more orderly, but the sudden appearance of the woman broke the relationship between her and the three.
In my brother's life, if the third brother was at the trading point in the past, he would spend the night at her place.
Now he and Zhang Ling alternate, and because Zhang Ling is more beautiful and has a better figure than her, and is better at dressing up, she can feel that the third brother I prefer spending the night at her place.
Moreover, Zhang Ling's good cooking skills were the reason why Wang Xia couldn't hold her head high, but she had no objection.
After all, it was all for men.
Zhang Ling spread her hands to show her helplessness.
Although the man woke up with her in the morning, after being made noisy by those guys, the man left while she was taking a shower.
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She did not explain whether he would come back at night.
As for the man's whereabouts, The two of them have no clue, but they don't ask too much or care too much.
Men have their own reasons and ideas for what they do.
Zhang Ling picked up the "military mobile phone" given to her by the man, thought about it, and planned to make a call and inquire.
A "clicking" sound came from outside the door, and the two of them looked up towards the glass curtain wall.
Usually, only when someone came up would they control the button on the desk and open the coded iron door of the passage.
Soon Jiang Shan's figure wearing a hat appeared from the passage with the glass curtain wall.
Zhang Ling stood up excitedly and greeted him, while Wang Xia also put down her work and stood up.
Their man and backbone are back, and both of them are very happy.
After all, Jiang Shan often goes out and returns to a survival vehicle they don't know about, so he occasionally comes to their place.
At one end of the corridor, behind the glass curtain wall, Jiang Shan entered the password into the password lock, and then entered his fingerprint again.
The thick bulletproof glass iron door slowly opened, and he walked in.
Looking at the gorgeously dressed woman, he came up to her, rubbed her slender waist, and laughed.
Indeed, in the depressing and heavy apocalypse, Jiang Shan can relax as if he were at home.
Jiang Shan is also a human being.
How could he be uncomfortable and unhappy?
Sitting on the sofa, the woman with a soft and plump figure also leaned forward.
Zhang Ling wrapped her hands around Jiang Shan's neck, her lips were already pressed against his lips, their noses met, and they kissed fiercely.
Wang Xia smiled, pressed the button on the desktop, and the blinds behind the glass curtain wall closed instantly.
Looking at the iron door that automatically closed, she picked up the intercom and said, "Qingyang, call No. 47, wait."
"What's wrong, Sister Xia?"
Zhang Qingyang was at the front desk downstairs, teasing with the woman in the survivor team in front of him.
The voice on the intercom made him unable to react.
"Third brother is back" Zhang Qingyang originally had his legs on the bar.
When he heard the word "third brother", he put it down in a hurry and dropped the cigarette in his mouth.
He ignored the woman on the side and said quickly: "Okay.
Sister Xia, I understand."
This man, Third Brother, who was now his brother-in-law, was too oppressive in his heart.
He opened his mouth and exchanged a few words with the waiting survivor No. 47.
Although the other party complained a little, he didn't say much.
Zhang Qingyang chuckled and continued teasing with the pretty good-looking woman on his side.
He hadn't touched a woman for a long time, and he wanted to have some sex
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