According to Zhong Zimo's plan, the woman in this bus will be given to those with abilities in Chen Hu's hands.

Now the end of the world has only come for more than six months, and it has not been long for people to transition from an era of abundant materials and information explosion to the end of the world.

Many people are still happy about female Internet celebrities and female celebrities.

The group of actresses in Zhong Zimo's hands will definitely be able to open up a new world for Zhong Zimo.

The car drove on the Hunan C highway and replenished supplies in the igloo.

The driver stretched out his hand directly, and Guan Zhong Zimo asked for 1 million.

Looking at the driver with the lion's mouth wide open, Zhong Zimo frowned,

"Didn't I already pay 100,000 yuan for the charter bus? Why hasn't City C arrived yet, and you want 1 million?"

The money in the account of City C is really not much, and if the price continues to rise like this, the money in Zhong Zimo's hand will soon be reduced to a string of meaningless numbers.

He had to frown, carefully planning to use the money in his hand.

Where do you know, the driver said with a smile,

"It's not like you don't know that cars are expensive with gas right now."

"In such a cold weather, whether it is gasoline or diesel, the price has skyrocketed, you only said to go to City E at first, but you temporarily rerouted to City C, and then to City E."

"The cost of this chartered car will definitely increase several times."

In this weather, in this extreme living environment, who can come out to pull a cart to work, which one doesn't tie his head to the waistband of his trousers?

Seeing Zhong Zimo's cold face, the driver didn't say much, and pointed to the igloo in front of him.

"If you don't believe me, Mr. Zhong, why don't you go and buy supplies yourself?"

Zhong Zimo glanced at the driver and walked towards the igloo.

There were quite a few survivors sitting in the igloo, most of them looking bitter and hateful, and dressed in bloated and dirty clothes.

The atmosphere wasn't good, but it wasn't so hopeless that there was no hope.

Zhong Zimo walked to the counter to buy diesel.

The seller lifted his eyelids and brought Zhong Zimo a pot of diesel, and the opening was 50,000.

It's just such a small pot, and it is enough to run 50 kilometers.

Not to mention going from here to City C, and then from City C to City E.

Zhong Zimo frowned and asked dissatisfiedly,

"Prices are messed up like this, can you still stay under Gong Yi's management?"

It's simply unscientific.

For a high-achieving student with experience in urban management, Zhong Zimo deeply believes that Gong Yi lacks a professional urban management commander by his side.

It's a pity, if Gong Yi can accept him, he can actually help Gong Yi manage the so-called Xiangcheng base.

So things are like this, Gong Yi has lost a management talent, and Zhong Zimo has not succeeded in becoming the management commander of the Xiangcheng base.

It's all because of the obstruction of the flowers.

Igloo sales looked at Zhong Zimo like a fool, he pointed to the small pot of diesel, and explained impatiently,

"To buy or not to buy? If you don't buy it, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."

He's still in a hurry to eat melon seeds.

After speaking, the igloo sales really took out a pack of plum melon seeds, and spit at Zhong Zimo's feet while swallowing it.

Zhong Zimo held his breath, and really spent 50,000 yuan to bring out a pot of diesel.

If he doesn't buy it, there is no way, he has to go to Chen Hu's side as soon as possible and start his ambitions as soon as possible.

It wasn't long after Zhong Zimo left the igloo that a group of wreckers sitting and resting inside began to laugh one after another.

"Is there something wrong with this person's brain? Who's going to buy a gasoline sports car now?"

Everyone knows that when the Xiangcheng Water Plant was built, the director of the water plant hoarded a large amount of jelly water.

These jelly water contains very rich energy, and what energy is contained for the time being is still being studied.

However, the factory director said that the jelly water could be diluted and used as fuel.

A bottle of 200ML of jelly water is poured into the mailbox of the car, and whether it is a diesel car or a gasoline car, it can run thousands of kilometers.

So many people remember that when it rained continuously in Xiangcheng, the people of Xiangcheng frantically pumped jelly water.

With a pumping machine + condom, the pumped jelly water is piled up on the garbage dump.

It's snowing right now, but if you are willing to peel through the snow layer and dig harder, you can dig out a frozen layer of jelly water.

Break these jelly water and ice cubes, pour them into the mailbox of the car, add some antifreeze or something, and the car can run like that.

As for the sky-high price of gasoline and diesel sold in the igloo, it is just a private fraud of the igloo sales.

The deception is the new survivors who do not receive the latest news in time.

Seeing Zhong Zimo coming out with a pot of high-priced diesel, the chartered driver's eyes rolled around, and he didn't say anything.

Looking at Zhong Zi's ink plate with a face, after adding oil, he set off with a smile.

After waiting for the next igloo, Zhong Zimo no longer got out of the car to buy fuel in person, but just gave the chartered driver money and asked the chartered driver to buy it.

The driver diligently took the hundreds of thousands in his mobile phone, entered the igloo, and came out with an oil pot to refuel the car.

When the car started, the driver didn't say what was in the pot, and of course Zhong Zimo defaulted to diesel in it.

The Xiangcheng base under construction, the drivers running on the road, the sales in the igloo, and the wreckers who often run on the highway.

They had already reached some kind of secret tacit understanding.

No one will make it clear.

It is one that can be slaughtered.

When he was about to arrive at City C, Zhong Zimo's car stopped in front of a remote igloo.

The driver took Zhong Zimo's hundreds of thousands of dollars as usual and got out of the car to buy oil.

Zhong Zimo stayed in the car, counting the money on his mobile phone and in his bank account.

Suddenly, several people rushed in from outside the car.

Vasili, the leader, with a pair of red, bloodshot eyes, stubbornly stood on Zhong Zimo,

"It's been a long time, Secretary Zhong."

In a strange posture, he twisted his neck, stiff and slow,

"Have you seen my brother? The one who ran out of the C-City supply warehouse with a scorpion tattoo on his body?"

Zhong Zimo was a well-informed man, and he tried to stabilize himself and shook his head slowly.

Recognize the man in front of him as the leader of the group of killers that Ma Zhixuan brought to the material warehouse in City C and attacked Zhou Cheng.

He immediately asked with concern,

"What's wrong? That brother of yours hasn't been found yet?"

"Found it, but his consciousness doesn't quite understand."

Vasya scratched the back of her hand.

Two days ago, he took the remaining brothers of the organization and finally caught the scorpion brothers who had been moving.

Strangely, his scorpion brothers, as if they had lost their minds, scratched and bit each of them.

They managed to subdue the Scorpion Brothers.

Unexpectedly, one accidentally let the scorpion brothers run away again.

For the killers, they have no humanity, but they have their own set of distorted values.

Those who did not betray them were the brothers of their organization.

Whether the scorpion brothers are dead or alive, they all have to have an explanation.