Chapter 54: Zhou Ke'er
How did Zhang Yi react to the ssages from the female residents?
He simply treated them as entertaining little stories and didn’t bother to reply.
So daring ones even sent him private selfies, but Zhang Yi glanced at them without much interest.
These won were overly confident. A few looked decent, but most were average.
Unlike professional influencers who knew how to pose, these won had little appeal.
Testing n with this?
What n could resist such a test?
As for the male residents, it was even more straightforward.
So addressed him as a brother, asking for help. Others were elderly, morally coercing Zhang Yi to take care of them.
The most disgusting was a gay man whose requests Zhang Yi didn’t even want to discuss.
After scrolling through the ssages, Zhang Yi felt bored.
He placed his phone on a stand in front of him, waiting for so more creative ideas to pop up.
Then he lay on the sofa, drinking red wine and eating foie gras, admiring the beautiful snow outside.
Half a month had passed, and the snow hadn’t stopped.
The entire city was covered in snow. According to Zhang Yi’s mory, after a month, everything below the west building would be buried.
How long it would snow, he wasn’t sure.
But he had no reason to go outside.
People ventured out searching for survival, but now no one knew where they could survive—except Zhang Yi.
He lazily mused to himself, “Staying ho every day is boring. Maybe I should go out for a bit?”
Once most people in the building died, he could go out and explore.
Zhang Yi rembered he had several snowmobiles in his warehouse.
These were ant to be delivered to a nearby city for use at an artificial snow park.
So, even if the snow outside was ten ters deep, he had a way out.
“Though I can't leave now, with this thod, I can go out safely later.”
Feeling tempted, Zhang Yi considered it.
Staying ho all the ti could get boring; going out to relax might be nice.
He had state-level cold-resistant clothing and snowmobiles, so he wasn’t afraid of minus sixty or seventy degrees.
Zhang Yi continued to scroll through the neighbors’ ssages out of boredom.
Among them, one caught his attention.
Zhou Ke’er’s ssage wasn’t about pleading or sending private photos.
She calmly proposed a trade.
"Mr. Zhang, our food and dicine are running low. I hope you can provide so help. In return, I can offer dical assistance."
“Zhou Ke’er?”
Zhang Yi quickly recalled her appearance.
She was a doctor at Tianhai City’s First People’s Hospital, 26 years old, tall and slender, about 175 cm.
What impressed Zhang Yi most was not her cool, ascetic beauty but her impressive figure with a 36D bust.
Especially in winter, when she wore black sweaters, her figure was hard to ignore in the elevator.
“No wonder she’s a doctor. Very rational. Not begging for charity, but proposing a trade.”
Zhang Yi appreciated Zhou Ke’er’s approach.
In the apocalypse, only valuable people deserved to survive.
Zhou Ke’er showed her value through her dical skills.
Without certain abilities, she couldn’t have worked at Tianhai City’s top hospital.
In the apocalypse, dical skills were crucial.
Although Zhang Yi had prepared many dicines and studied this area, he wasn’t arrogant enough to think he could handle all diseases.
Having a doctor around would significantly enhance his chances of survival.
Moreover, Zhang Yi had assessed Zhou Ke’er’s character.
In his previous life, she died after giving food to Xie Lii.
Whether out of complete despair or genuine kindness, Zhang Yi saw a glimr of humanity in her.
Adjusting his posture, Zhang Yi pondered aloud, “Maybe I should keep her around to take care of and my little brothers?”
“While I’m living comfortably, my brothers aren’t doing so well. That’s a problem.”
Zhang Yi was a young man with needs. In a world where morals and laws had collapsed, people didn’t need to suppress their desires.
“Hahaha!”
Zhang Yi suddenly laughed, slapping the armrest.
“I’m tempted, but unfortunately, I’m very afraid of dying. Although Zhou Ke’er is a good candidate, without complete control over her, I can’t let her in.”
“Let’s wait and see!”
“Survivors will appear eventually. With my resources, finding good doctors and won won’t be hard.”
Zhang Yi was pragmatic, a man who had died once.
He replied to Zhou Ke’er, “I’m healthy now and don’t need a doctor. But I do have plenty of dicine and food.”
“If you want to trade, offer sothing useful to .”
No matter how beautiful or talented she was, Zhang Yi wouldn’t let her take advantage of him.
He never made a losing deal.
After a long silence, Zhou Ke’er replied.
“Can it be an advance paynt? I... I really can’t hold on any longer.”
Her tone carried hesitation and sha.
It was clear that, without other options, she wouldn’t easily plead with a man she barely knew.
After pondering, Zhang Yi responded, “I can give you food and dicine. But you have to do a favor.”
“What favor?” Zhou Ke’er asked.
Zhang Yi said, “The neighbors are likely to attack . If you find out their plans, inform .”
Zhang Yi knew the desperate neighbors would co for his supplies.
But he wasn’t afraid.
He spent a fortune building his steel fortress, choosing various features personally.
The goal was to withstand such an assault!
His ho was like a war bunker, albeit with less firepower.
Even ard soldiers couldn’t breach his house without heavy weapons.
Let alone these half-dead neighbors, starving and freezing for half a month.
He proposed this condition to give Zhou Ke’er an excuse.
Moreover, having an inside informant added an extra layer of security, allowing him to prepare in advance.
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