Bo Zhiya gently broke it and opened the window.

It didn't take a little effort.

"Huh? Impossible, right? Xuan Shaofeng turned his head in horror and found that Li Han had the same expression as himself, and the two of them compared the physical fitness gap between themselves and Bo Zhiya simultaneously, and they couldn't figure it out.

Bo Zhiya tried to restrain the corners of his mouth, and he smiled vigorously when he knew the truth.

Just now, it was actually Shen Ruoran who let go of the permission of the window on the 11th floor, otherwise even if the world's top strong men came to open it, it would be useless.

Xuan Shaofeng stared at Bo Zhiya for a few seconds, and secretly decided that when he was free, he must compare with him to see how strong the young man was.

The doors and windows opened, and the people in the boat wept with joy, and when they met a well-wisher who was willing to accept them, the hands holding the oars were more motivated, and they rowed to the window in unison.

Perhaps God blessed, the gale changed direction again and helped the boat swim down to the window.

A group of wet people stood by the window and looked at Shen Ruoran and the others flatteringly.

Chen Fei, the leader, held the safe, which was vital to the whole ship, he didn't move, and the companions behind him didn't dare to walk around.

Jin Shanshan timidly pulled Jin Wulin's wet sleeve, and his little hand grasped it very tightly.

No one broke the ice.

A trace of entanglement flashed in Chen Fei's mind, did he speak first? Wouldn't it be too offensive.

Hello everyone, we have been wandering in the wild for too long, can you kindly take us in and give us a bite of food every few days.

Chen Fei immediately rejected this statement in his mind, which was both true and shameless, and if he said it, he might cause public anger among the people in the building and be thrown back into the flood.

And there are two strong men opposite, with tendons and flesh all over their bodies,

Obviously, it can't be beaten.

"That...... Are you looking for jobs? We just need to be paid a little bit for food. ”

Shen Ruoran: This person is really good!

Liang Xuming didn't grab the excellent battlefield on the 1st floor and minus 1st floor to set up stalls, he has the habit of shouting loudly, going to the book bar and Internet café, and it is too disturbing to the people, and under the trade-off, there is only the 10th floor left.

For several days, he was deserted, and only tenants who lived nearby would visit.

It was rare to see the refugees brought back by Chen Moxin, but the business of those people had already been booked by the vendors on the first floor.

Liang Xuming sat on the ground, boredly pulling at the goods on his legs.

He sighed softly and wondered if he should talk to the landlord and change back to his regular job.

He is actually just breaking even now, but if something happens, he will easily become a complete pauper.

"This is a wealth lending bank, and when you have wealth in hand, you can consider buying a pair of cloth shoes here at the door first, so as not to get wet elsewhere."

Bo Zhiya said hello to Liang Xuming, and led Chen Fei and his party straight to the bank.

Liang Xuming watched in surprise as Bo Zhiya led people out of the corridor, without taking the elevator, that is, by taking the stairs.

The appearance of that group of people is like refugees outside.

Liang Xuming felt that there was a ridiculous guess in his mind, it shouldn't have come in from upstairs, otherwise how could he explain the clothes on their bodies that looked like they had just been washed.

When the wealth was worth it, Chen Fei was still a little dizzy, and touched the wall of the building with cherish, afraid that it would be a fleeting mirage.

"Hey, boss, come and see, super good quality cloth shoes, cloth clothes, hand-knitted."

"Are you hungry? I have fresh mochi here, you can choose light or sweet. ”

There are only two stalls on the 10th floor, Liang Xuming sells mostly daily necessities, and Wang Yan next door sells food.

Chen Fei squatted down in the stall, picked out a pair of shoes for himself, and bought a towel by the way.

Because the towels couldn't be sold, Liang Xuming almost wanted to take them back for use, but he didn't expect to have a buyer today.

"Boss, do you have a plastic bag here?"

The clothes on the stall looked dirt-resistant and firm, Chen Fei thought about buying them, but he was now soaking wet, and if there were no bags to separate them, he would have bought them for nothing.

"What kind of plastic bag do you want, that thing is not strong, buy a bamboo basket, I made it myself, I had to buy at least 100 yuan before the natural disaster, now it is cheaper, 0.7 wealth value to sell you."

(End of chapter)