Shunyuan gold recycling.

Not far from Zhou Qiang’s residential area, a large billboard appeared on a storefront.

Zhou Qiang stood at the door wearing a mask, trying to be as natural as possible before walking in.

The gold shop was deserted, with only a slightly fat boss lying on the counter, watching a video on his mobile phone.

Seeing Zhou Qiang come in, he smiled professionally.

"Brother, do you want to buy or sell gold?"

He was not surprised when he saw Zhou Qiang wearing a mask. It is very normal for young people to wear masks these days.

Some non-mainstream young people also regard this as fashion.

Besides, people who come to him always have something to hide.

Zhou Qiang glanced at the counter. There were some gold jewelry displayed inside. There were not many, and the workmanship was relatively rough. They were probably used to hide them from others.

"Sell."

Zhou Qiang cherishes words like gold.

The boss's eyes couldn't help but light up. He walked out of the counter and became enthusiastic: "Follow me inside."

After more than ten minutes, Zhou Qiang left.

And the boss became cheerful.

The amount collected today is equivalent to what he usually gets in a month.

The key is that at this price, he makes a lot of money.

…………

Zhou Qiang rides a shared bicycle and travels around the city.

Every time I pass a small gold shop or pawn shop, I go in and leave quickly.

It was not until evening that Zhou Qiang got rid of the gold he had obtained during this trip to the apocalypse.

"2.05 million."

Looking at the balance in his bank account, Zhou Qiang showed a smile.

It's the same as his idea.

These informal gold recycling activities have severely reduced prices. The average transaction price of gold in Zhou Qiang's hands is only 280 yuan per gram.

Compared with today's gold price of 375 yuan, there is a huge gap.

Zhou Qiang is just an ordinary person. He has no special channels and no bargaining power at all.

In many cases, Zhou Qiang is on the weak side.

If it were anyone else, they might struggle with this issue.

Zhou Qiang doesn't.

There is so much gold in the apocalypse, this is just a drop in the ocean.

This method of selling at a low price is to obtain funds as quickly as possible.

Compared with the development of the next apocalypse, what is the current loss?

With the zombie production system, in the early stage, of course, you need to find ways to quickly create more zombies for your own use.

Then let the zombies search the whole city, and money is just a set of numbers.

What's more, this method is only used in the early stage. When Zhou Qiang has more money, there will be more room for maneuver.

Therefore, there is no need to dwell on this loss.

"Qiangzi, I'm here."

On the phone, I received a message from Li Ying.

"Li Ying, I'm going over now."

Zhou Qiang replied, and then rode a shared bicycle to the old place he and Li Ying frequented, a delicious food stall.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Qiang arrived.

"Qiangzi, here."

When Li Ying saw Zhou Qiang, he stood up and waved.

Zhou Qiang parked the shared bicycle and walked over. Without being polite, he pulled out a chair and sat down, picked up the skewers he had ordered earlier and started eating.

Li Ying poured Zhou Qiang a glass of beer and said, "Qiangzi, is the matter really resolved?"

Zhou Qiang nodded and laughed: "Actually, it was my parents who tricked me into going back on a blind date."

It is impossible to tell anyone about the zombie production system.

The excuse of going on a blind date is indeed perfect.

At his age, it is indeed time to consider these things.

When Li Ying heard that Zhou Qiang was deceived by his parents into going on a blind date, he burst out laughing and was overjoyed.

After a while, he suppressed his laughter and asked, "How is it? Is it successful?"

"How can it be possible if you have no car, no house, no savings, and no staff?" Zhou Qiang smiled bitterly.

This topic is heavy for most people.

Li Ying patted Zhou Qiang's shoulder, raised his glass and said, "Don't say anything, just drink!"

After the two toasted, Li Ying said: "Work hard. I think Lu Yao still has a crush on you. Maybe you two will become a couple?"

Thinking of Lu Yao, Zhou Qiang smiled.

This is a woman he likes.

But who can say anything about fate?

"Li Ying, I may have to resign."

Zhou Qiang considered this matter very clearly. With his zombie manufacturing system, he was already out of the scope of ordinary people.

There is no point in continuing to work.

The zombie production system has a mandatory time limit. If you can't control it, it will be transported when the time is up.

You can't just ask for leave when the time is up, right?

Resigning is the best way.

Li Ying was surprised: "Qiangzi, why do you really want to resign?"

Zhou Qiang smiled lightly and looked at the streets after dark. The lights here were bright and the traffic was busy. But for an ordinary person in this city, all of this was destined to have nothing to do with him.

"I want to try my luck while I'm young now."

He pointed at the street and said to Li Ying: "If we still settle for the status quo, when will we be able to buy a house or a car? We will never even think about owning our own house in this city in our lifetime."

"I don't want to settle for my life."

"Don't wait until you are old and go back to your hometown in despair, with your face facing the loess and your back turned to the sky."

This can be regarded as an excuse for Zhou Qiang to resign, but is it not what Zhou Qiang once felt in his heart?

It used to be helpless.

Now that he has a choice, of course Zhou Qiang will fight hard.

With the opportunity for change, no matter how dangerous the apocalypse is, Zhou Qiang will never be afraid.

Li Ying was silent.

After a long time, he put his arm around Zhou Qiang's shoulders and raised the wine in his glass: "I won't say anything anymore. I support your idea, brother."

…………

The two of them drank until ten o'clock before leaving a little drunk.

Zhou Qiang took out his mobile phone and transferred 20,000 yuan to his sister.

It’s not that I don’t want to give more, but if I give too much, I have to waste my time making excuses.

As soon as the money was transferred, a message from my sister Zhou Ning arrived: "Brother, why are there so many?"

Zhou Qiang replied with a smile: "Your brother has signed a big contract, and the bonus is 50,000, and the supervisor has applied to raise my salary. You can just take it with peace of mind, change your mobile phone, and then eat as you should. Don't wrong yourself."

After coaxing and deceiving, Zhou Ning was finally able to convince Zhou Ning that An Xin was earning 20,000 yuan.

Back at the rental house, Zhou Qiang did not go to bed immediately after taking a shower, but lay on the bed, thinking about what to do next.

There are still two and a half days until the next transmission.

It may seem like you have plenty of time, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that time is very tight and there are a lot of things to do.

It's easy to resign.

As long as there is no salary, a piece of information can solve the problem.

But Zhou Qiang thought about much more than that. The experience of these three days made Zhou Qiang aware of the dangers of the end of the world.

The attack power and defense power of ordinary zombies are simply weak.

A sneak attack with a knife in the back is okay, but if you encounter a genetically mutated zombie, you will be killed instantly.

"So, the first step is to find a way to arm the zombies?"

Zhou Qiang touched his chin and thought.

For example, make shields, armors, etc. for zombies, and then equip them with more useful weapons.
Chapter completed!