Strategy to Capture Men: 6.006
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No matter how much you eat, you can sleep with five men a day.
Perhaps the conditions here are very favorable, right? Is it equivalent to before the end of the world, with a monthly salary of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, five insurances and one fund, and commercial medical insurance for you?
Han Yanyan was not surprised at all. Before she was inexplicably involved in a car accident and came to this inexplicable fast-travel world, she was already thinking about writing an apocalyptic article. The apocalypse she imagined was similar to the one in front of her.
It can even be said that they are very similar.
But Han Yanyan certainly doesn't plan to make a living by sleeping with men. This time, she had fewer restrictions on her character and had more freedom to express herself. Just now, she had already created a character for herself and figured out the way to go next.
As soon as Ding Yao finished speaking, she took a step back with the fruit knife in hand and looked at the group of men in front of her warily: "I won't do this."
The round-faced man behind Ding Yao sneered and asked: "Then what are you going to do? What do you do for a living?"
Han Yanyan pursed her lips and said, "I can go scavenging and join the search team..."
The round-faced man chuckled again, this time coming from the nasal cavity, with obvious contempt: "Just you? You have thin arms and thin legs. You have to let go before you encounter zombies." The living will be reincarnated into death."
Han Yanyan bit her lip and raised her head stubbornly: "Then I won't do it either."
Ding Yao held the cigarette between his fingers and asked: "Water and ice dual elements?"
Han Yanyan nodded.
Ding Yao said: "Show me."
Han Yanyan understood, handed the fruit knife to her left hand, and freed up her right hand. After she exerted great force, an ice ball appeared in her palm, which was larger than an apple and smaller than a pineapple.
"It would be easier if there was water." Han Yanyan whispered. But she couldn't condense the water first and then freeze it, because condensing water was also very laborious. In just a few seconds, she could only show Ding Yao one power. Compared to the ice power, the water power was even more useless.
Han Yanyan is actually not that weak. She could feel that there was still a lot of power left in her body. But she had just learned to use her powers in the past ten minutes, and was very unskilled, so it was extremely difficult to use them. In the eyes of others, she is weak.
The little hockey puck made the men laugh. The round-faced man even laughed in disgrace.
Thunder team is full of strong players, and those who can surround Ding Yao are strong players. There was a man with a mustache who laughed so hard that he snapped his fingers, and a pen-like slender ice pick formed in front of him. It went around several people's bodies in an instant and shot through the gaps between the people. Han Yanyan's palm.
Han Yanyan's ice ball exploded with an ice pick, and her palm was injured and bleeding. The snow-white palms are bright red, like red plums in the snow.
"Lao Zhang, please take it easy!" The round-faced man gave up and yelled while craning his neck and turning his head.
Lao Zhang ouched and said, "My hand is slipping, my hand is slipping. Lijun, please give me some treatment."
A bearded man stepped forward with a smile and put his hand on Han Yanyan's hand. Han Yanyan frowned, but did not retract her hand. The wound on the palm of his hand that was still sore became hot and itchy for just a few seconds. Wu Xiu moved his hand away. There were still some blood stains on Han Yanyan's palm, but the wound had disappeared.
What a powerful healing power.
Han Yanyan showed "shock" with her eyes and expressions at the right time. This look on the beautiful woman's face makes the men smile, and they are very pleased with it.
The little hockey puck just now was so funny that a smile appeared on Ding Yao's lips. He blew out smoke and asked, "How did you survive?"
Han Yanyan lowered her eyelashes: "I used to have companions..." As he spoke, his eye circles turned red.
Han Yanyan has a skill that is not really a skill. It is often very easy for her to become truly devoted to the plots or characters she has conceived. For example, if she wants to write a sadistic plot, she may burst into tears before she even starts writing it. She is just imagining it in her mind. At this time, red eyes, wet eyes, etc. are really easy to come by.
The vague words gave the men plenty of room to think. The men all had expressions of "Sure enough," and I don't know what each of them was thinking about, but most likely they couldn't escape the general idea of "I relied on men to protect me all the way, and now that the man is dead, I am alone."
Ding Yao flicked the cigarette ashes and increased the price: "Three meals a day, four people a day, and medicine when sick." After a pause, he added: "Whatever they give you is your own."
Han Yanyan was silent for a few seconds, then raised her eyes to look at him: "Thank you for saving me just now. I..."
"If you don't come with me, as soon as I leave, you will be dragged away and you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow. Believe it or not?" Ding Yao interrupted her lightly.
Han Yanyan's face turned pale.
She has fair skin, and Ding Yao just saw her across the road.
The girl appeared suddenly, and her temperament was incompatible with her surroundings. The men, who had been trained by the apocalypse to always pay attention to their surroundings and were as alert as dogs, noticed her from the moment she appeared.
Now that the person is so close, even though the light from the street lamp is dim, one can clearly see that the skin is delicate and smooth, with almost no flaws. The neck is slender, the shoulders are thin, and the collarbone is a delicate bulge. Her clothes are disheveled, her beauty is exposed, she looks like a girl, but she is attractive in every way. The temperament between his eyebrows does not look like the decadence that has been devastated by the apocalypse.
Ding Yao looked at her for a few seconds, took a puff of cigarette, and changed his mind.
"My search team here is also recruiting people." He said.
Han Yanyan raised her head sharply, her calm face still tense, but she couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes. "I, I want to join the search team." She said with some urgency, "I am good at finding things. I can also do other jobs. I, I will make water for you."
"Okay." Ding Yao threw away the cigarette butt, licked it with his foot, and raised his chin: "Come with me."
After he finished speaking, he paused, raised his hand, and threw a T-shirt to Han Yanyan: "Put it on."
The hem of Han Yanyan's skirt was burned to tatters, and one shoulder was also burned open by the fire. She had to cover her chest with her hands to prevent herself from being exposed. This T-shirt is too fat and looks a bit hip-hop style, but it’s just right.
Han Yanyan showed surprise at the clothes that appeared out of thin air, even though she had already known from the pre-given information that Ding Yao had both thunder and space powers. It also has dual-system abilities. She is weaker than Ding Yao, who is extremely awesome.
Han Yanyan threw the fruit knife on the ground first and pulled the fat T-shirt off her head. Her arms were loosened from her chest, and the white mass dangled in front of Ding Yao's eyes for a moment, and then was covered by the pulled-down T-shirt. The T-shirt was so fat that it covered her thighs and almost reached her knees. It could be worn as a skirt. Even with a strip inside, it's a bit bulging, but it's better than being exposed.
Han Yanyan put on her clothes, bent down and picked up the fruit knife, waiting for Ding Yao to speak.
Ding Yao asked: "What's your name?"
Han Yanyan replied: "Han Yanyan."
Ding Yao nodded and turned around. Han Yanyan followed him.
The men who were originally surrounding Ding Yao took a step or two back to make room for Han Yanyan. They also winked at each other and showed ambiguous smiles.
Only the round face plate is a bit disappointing. Lao Zhang, who also has the ice power, turned around and kicked him from behind: "It's a wink! The boss is interested in it, you are a little bit obsessed with it, okay!"
The round-faced pan murmured in a low voice: "We are planning to give it to the big guy at the forefront..."
Lao Zhang said: "Didn't you fall in love later? Why, the boss is unwilling to give it. Do you have any objections?"
The round face has no other hobbies, just a womanizer. Looking at Han Yanyan's bare calves in the night in front of her, she sighed: "How juicy!"
"What the hell!" Lao Zhang laughed and scolded, "No matter how smart you are, you have no business!"
The round face is clear. Everyone understood it from the moment Ding Yao changed his tone and started talking nonsense about the search team. The eldest son is interested in this delicate little flower and does not intend to share it. He plans to eat it alone.
Sigh.
Gasline is precious in the last days, and no one drives in Nanling City. Han Yanyan followed Ding Yao all the way back.
The Thunder Team’s base is a garden-style hotel. The area inside the ancient city wall of Nanling City is an ancient city and a tourist area. It is controlled by the government and there are no particularly tall buildings. This hotel has three buildings scattered around, each with only five floors, which can just accommodate the entire team and still have room to spare.
The hotel itself has a wrought iron fence. After Lei Lei took over, barbed wire was added to the top of the fence. It works on both humans and zombies.
Ding Yao didn't say anything, and Han Yanyan followed him all the way. After following the main building lobby, Ding Yao stopped, glanced at her, and turned to call: "Lijun, please make arrangements for her."
The man named "Lijun" was the bearded man with healing powers. He came over and said, "Then I will give her... um, three layers?"
Ding Yao said: "It's up to you." After saying that, he took the elevator upstairs.
The elevator opened. Ding Yao and his people went up first. Han Yanyan and Li Jun could only wait for the elevator to come down again.
When they arrived on the third floor, Li Jun took her to take pictures of the door of 317: "Zhao Yuxuan, Zhao Yuxuan!"
The door opened quickly, and a pretty girl called out unexpectedly: "Brother Sun." She glanced at Han Yanyan and asked, "You're looking for me...?"
Sun Lijun said: "This is... well, what is your name?"
Han Yanyan said: "Han Yanyan."
"Oh, yes, this is Han Yanyan, she just arrived. The other rooms have not been sorted out, and there is nothing. Let her stay in your room for the night first, and I will make arrangements for her tomorrow." Sun Lijun explain.
Zhao Yuxuan said "Oh": "Then come in."
"You rest first." Sun Lijun said, "I will send you something later."
Zhao Yuxuan looked at the delicate, clean and neatly dressed girl. When Han Yanyan followed her into the house, she was startled by the mess in the room.
"You sit down first." Zhao Yuxuan leaned over and pushed away the messy boxes on the ground, making room for Han Yanyan.
This is a standard room with two beds. One was obviously Zhao Yuxuan's own, with a quilt and pillow. The other one was unoccupied, just a bare mattress and nothing else.
In the apocalypse, supplies are in short supply. Even the mattresses and quilt covers in hotels are considered supplies and have long been taken away and managed uniformly. Instead, there were large and small cardboard boxes in the house, containing all kinds of bottles and jars and messy things.
Even the other bed was piled with several cardboard boxes.
"Hey, you'll know after you've been here for a long time. Everyone is like this. I'm not the only one who's sloppy." Zhao Yuxuan said while moving the cardboard boxes on the ground, "It's safe here. Once it's safe, I want to stock up on things." . No matter whether you need it or not, just stock up first. Having something is better than nothing. They are all supplies, and some of them can be exchanged for other things."
Gold and diamonds no longer work. Nowadays, barter is used. Food is hard currency. The more supplies related to survival, the more popular they are.
Han Yanyan couldn't sit still, so she helped her clean up. After the two of them tidied up the messy things on the other bed, Sun Lijun knocked on the door with a bunch of things.
"This is the bedding, these are the clothes, and this is the key to your room. You live in 315, just across the street. You can clean it up yourself tomorrow. These are all for you." Sun Lijun handed over everything Han Yanyan.
Looking at the things handed over one after another, Zhao Yuxuan could not hide the surprise on her face.
The man who came to work as a labor force with Sun Lijun kept looking at Han Yanyan's face curiously. Sun Lijun kicked him: "Let's go, let's go." Then he called Zhao Yuxuan: "Come here and tell you something."
Zhao Yuxuan followed out.
Han Yanyan was in no hurry to make the bed. There was also a lunch box in the carton Sun Lijun gave her, which contained a steamed bun and a piece of cooked meat the size of a baby's fist. Although they were both cold, they smelled quite tempting. Only then did Han Yanyan realize that she was hungry, so she sat on the mattress and started eating.
Before she finished eating, Zhao Yuxuan came back and looked at Han Yanyan with a slightly subtle look. She held it in for a while, but couldn't help but ask: "Did Boss Ding bring you here?"