Perhaps sensing that Qian Gaoshan's expression was a little unnatural, Deng Qilin spoke again: "I don't have any bad intentions, I just think that it is definitely not ordinary people who can burn things every day in this environment today."

It's good for us to move to Building 7 to touch the light of the strong, isn't it? ”

He smiled a little ashamedly: "Your ability in Building 3 is really outstanding, I think that with the 18th floor as the leader, the rest of the people are living a good life, right?"

We are not good in Building 7, we are patronizing and hoarding food before the temperature drops, but the firewood has not been prepared in advance, and the furniture at home is almost burned. ”

Qian Gaoshan looked at Deng Qilin and snorted coldly: "Heh, their 18th floor is not under the control of our No. 3 building."

They have guns in their hands, and they can't live a nourishing life, and a little oil and water leaking between their fingers is enough for all of us to get wet.

It's a pity that people are unwilling to support us, and they don't even show half of their faces when they see everyone suffering. ”

Hearing this, Deng Qilin subconsciously grabbed his hands together and rubbed them: "Gun? Where did they get this strange thing? ”

"Who knows? People just have it, and with this thing, they can go sideways in this world.

The last building manager was sent back to the west with a shot because he said a few more words to persuade her to take care of the survivors in the building. ”

Qian Gaoshan shrugged helplessly: "I, the head of the building, am really a wretch." ”

Deng Qilin hurriedly comforted him, but there was a glint in his eyes, seeing that Qian Gaoshan was unable to distinguish between east and west, north and south by his sweet words, he put forward his purpose in time.

"Can we merge with you in Building 7? It's really difficult to survive in the last days, you look like a righteous person, and I have the bottom of my heart to make friends with you. ”

Seeing that Qian Gaoshan was still hesitant, he spoke again: "After all, we are also borrowing your place to survive, and if we can move over, we will definitely pay for the accommodation."

How about 20 catties of rice and 20 catties of white flour? Although the quality is certainly not as good as before the end of the world, it can always fill the stomach.

I also understand the rules, things are delivered directly to your home, and you have the final say on how to distribute them, and we have nothing to do with them. ”

Qian Gaoshan was slightly moved, with so many materials, he could find a way to swallow a lot of them privately, which was enough for him to improve his life.

But why did Building 7 move to Building 3? It's a little thin just to keep warm, he always thinks that this Deng Qilin is an old fox, and he definitely doesn't hold any good farts in his stomach.

Seeing that Qian Gaoshan still had no doubts, Deng Qilin simply restrained his smile: "Since you don't agree, then we won't force it."

We Jinyuan Belvedere is not the only one you are cooperating with, and it is no problem for me to talk to other building chiefs. ”

After speaking, he got up and pretended to leave, but was stopped by Qian Gaoshan reaching out and saying, "Brother Deng, isn't this just seeing outside?" It's nice to move in as a companion.

Everyone gathers firewood and the flame is high, and everyone will work together to get better and better. ”

Deng Qilin suppressed the sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's best if you think so, we will move over immediately, and the rice noodles that we said will be sent directly to you by my brothers."

We'll be neighbors from now on, and the two of us won't get drunk tonight. ”

After saying that, he turned around and left with a smile, the fierceness in his eyes flashed, but his heart was very excited.

He had his eyes on Building 3 early, although they were not the building with the most numbers in Jinyuan Belvedere, but the 18th floor was really attractive to him.

Although 18 has a gun, they can always find a gap to snatch the gun, plus the supplies in their home, it makes me drool when I think about it.

Even if the 18th floor is excluded, Building 3 will be his first target.

Deng Qilin's real purpose was not to move into Building 3, but to expand his sphere of influence, and gradually bring all the survivors in Jinyuan Belvedere under his command and be sent by him.

He was the eldest brother of a small gang before the end of the world, and he had a little brother under his hands, and after the end of the world, he saved a lot of things by stealing materials.

Now that he has supplies, what he lacks is a little brother who can follow him around burning and looting, he can have the opportunity to become the emperor of the soil, how can he let it go easily?

He had already inquired in advance in Building 3, and they were basically ordinary people before the end of the world, with no ambitions, just survivors struggling in the end times for a full stomach.

Didn't this group of people just make cattle and horses for him?

Building 3 is just the first move, and then he will control Jinyuan Belvedere step by step in his own hands, make a name for himself in the last days, become an existence that no one dares to mess with in Yuncheng, and enjoy the most scarce materials and beauties.

*

After Song Jinhe came out of the gym, he felt that there was a mess outside, obviously he could only hear the wind before, but now there are a lot of noisy voices of strangers, and it sounds like there are quite a few people.

She frowned, is there a new member joining Building 3?

After stopping in front of the security door for a while but not finding any news, she raised her eyebrows and went home, but suddenly heard a knock on the security door.

She didn't say anything, and went back to the study and turned on the surveillance camera, only to find a completely unknown man.

Wearing glasses, he looks like he is about 30 years old.

"Hello, I am a new resident of Building 7, and I am Deng Qilin, the building manager.

I gave each of the residents a small gift, this one belongs to the two of you, please smile. ”

After speaking, he waved his hand towards the camera, and left without waiting for Song Jinhe's reply, looking like he didn't have any nostalgia.

Song Jinhe rubbed her throbbing eyelids, this guy didn't look threatening, but she always felt that something was wrong.

Now it's the end of the world, and the house is ownerless at all, as long as your fists are hard enough to live anywhere.

But this guy moved over with great momentum, and even gave gifts to the survivors in Building 3, which was somewhat of a buy-in.

But Qian Gaoshan didn't stop him, and he must have a lot of benefits if he wanted to receive.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but be a little curious, opened the security door and picked up the paper bag placed in front of the door, and looked at the materials contained in it with interest.

The portion is not light, and the things put in it are valuable enough.

1 box of cold medicine, 1 box of anti-inflammatory medicine, a cream for chilblains, and even a big brand hand cream that women love to use.

Song Jinhe put the bag back in place and returned home to wash a plate of strawberries for himself.

This guy must have inquired about the 18th floor from Qian Gaoshan's mouth, if she guessed correctly, in order to have a good relationship with the 18th floor, the gifts he gave should be more valuable than those for other people.

Medicine can be called the soft gold after the end of the world, and now this is especially true in this low-temperature environment, there are not a few people who are sick, and drugs are becoming more and more precious.

But this guy shot a box, and even gave her hand cream, which was not very clear.

It's nothing more than wanting to gradually soften the vigilance on the 18th floor, and then wait for the opportunity to take advantage of the situation, after all, who doesn't want a mountain of materials?

(End of chapter)