Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

But Zhang Yi did not despise him at the beginning and helped him explain the ideas of solving the problems.

Now that he has become rich, he also wants to help his old classmates to show his success!

Zhang Yi: "How do you want to talk? Tell me."

Xing Tian's thoughts were interrupted by Zhang Yi, who said:

"We at the Qingpu Base have no grudges against you. I can choose not to fight this battle, but you must offer sufficient conditions."

The Qingpo base is not warlike, and the workers of the entire Qingpo Steel Plant all like a stable life.

They are not living a bad life now.

But if a war breaks out, people will die, which is something they don't want to face.

The passionate workers are not afraid of death, but they do not want to die in vain.

So Xing Tian contacted Zhang Yi.

If you can gain benefits without bloodshed or loss of a single brother, that would be the best option.

As for whether Xing Tian takes care of his old classmates, there should be a little, but not much.

Zhang Yi fell silent.

He couldn't tell whether what Xing Tian said was true or false.

He couldn't even tell whether the person on the other end of the phone was really Xing Tian.

However, he remembered that Xing Weinan did work at the Qingpo Iron and Steel Plant, and since he was still alive, he was probably the Xing Tian.

Seeing Zhang Yi's hesitation, Xing Tian smiled and said, "You'd better make up your mind quickly, because you don't have much time left. They will attack your shelter soon!"

Zhang Yi's eyes narrowed, "When?"

"Hahaha, I can't tell you this! Unless you agree to exchange it with me."

Zhang Yi thought for a moment and asked, "How much do you want?"

Xing Tian said: "I want 10000 kilograms of food!"

Zhang Yi frowned: "Ten thousand kilograms of food?"

Xing Tian said: "Yes, if you want us not to join this war, you must at least provide this much food!"

Zhang Yi fell silent.

He thought that Xing Tian's grades had not been very ideal, especially in mathematics. He rarely scored more than 60 points out of 150.

Ten thousand kilograms is 10 tons of food.

He wouldn't think 10 tons is a lot, right?

It’s not that Zhang Yi looks down on him, but in his warehouse, there are more than 10 tons of food on just a few shelves.

Zhang Yi said, "Please let me think about this matter for a while. After all, you want too much food, so you have to give me some time."

Xing Tian said, "Well, um... I'll give you one day to think about it, no more. Give me an answer before noon tomorrow."

He took a deep breath and said, "Old classmate, you'd better agree. Otherwise, I really don't want to meet you on the battlefield!"

"I understand. That's all I have to say."

Zhang Yi and Xing Tian ended the call.

He leaned back on the soft sofa, the crystal chandelier above his head emitting a warm and soft yellow light that enveloped his body.

Zhang Yi slowly placed his hands behind his head. "Ten tons of food isn't much for me. You can give him the canned food we brought back from the Xishan base."

"Oh, right. There's also that pile of uneaten canned food in Wang Siming's warehouse. That stuff is the heaviest, with a lot of soup in it."

"It's not difficult to collect ten tons."

"But, can you trust him?"

The problem of supplies is easy for Zhang Yi to solve.

He didn't even need to use the good stuff in his warehouse.

If there were no possible danger outside, he could take Fatty Xu with him at any time to find a few supermarkets buried deep in the snow to dig and move.

But Zhang Yi didn't want to end up empty-handed.

He and Xing Tian hadn't seen each other for many years, and people always change easily.

"I can agree to this, but I can only pay a partial deposit first. After the battle, if the Qingpu Base performs to my satisfaction, I will pay the rest."

Zhang Yi had a plan in mind.