The young man laughed, "Wow, damn, you’re really something else. Saying you are fearless doesn’t even cover it. I’ve seen too many survivors during this time, and none as incredible as you. I’m impressed."
Lin Fan felt that, although the other party kept using the terms ’damn’ and ’incredible,’ he didn’t seem suspicious. He carefully looked into the other party’s eyes, the gateways that could peer into the soul.
He felt the other man seemed like a decent survivor, always maintaining reason and moral boundaries. This ability to judge people was amazing—perhaps a result of accumulated experience.
"Let me introduce myself. I’m Lin Fan, a homeowner and security guard at Sunshine District and do a part-time job at Xinfeng Real Estate Agency. I am always looking outside for survivors. I feel you would fit in well. Do you need a new place to live?" Lin Fan asked in a friendly manner.
The young man was bewildered by what Lin Fan had said.
Clearly, he had not expected Lin Fan to say such odd things. Was there a slight problem with his brain?
The young man said, "Mate, stop messing with me. We’re both young people who have been battered by society, not to mention it’s the apocalypse now. You better watch some more zombie movies; there’s no way you’d be saying this stuff to me."
Lin Fan knew the other man was mistaking him for a bad person.
Most of the survivors he had encountered were .
"You might have the wrong impression of me—I’m not a bad person," Lin Fan said.
The young man replied, "Enough already. I have food and drink here, more happiness than you could imagine. Everyday, I eat and drink, stocked up enough supplies for a year. You better just go."
Lin Fan looked at him.
He would never force anyone.
"Alright then, if you don’t want to, let’s leave it at that," he said.
The young man seemed to remember something, "I’d advise you to be careful. Don’t assume that there are only a few zombies nearby because actually, there was an armored vehicle here the day before yesterday. They weren’t military but seemed to be a private armed group. The idiot across from me was taken by them, but I think he’s done for. From what I’ve seen in movies over the years, they’re probably looking for test subjects. Don’t get caught by them."
The guy living across the street was the idiot.
Ever since the apocalypse began, he had observed him. When the armored vehicle showed up, that guy was screaming for help, and the people in the vehicle seemed strange, definitely not like good folks.
Thinking of the plots in those movies, one could guess a bit.
Lin Fan nodded, "Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind."
As Lin Fan finished speaking,
The young man promptly pulled the curtains, hunkered down inside his house, and continued playing with his console hooked up to the TV. This was his secret base, a place he paid for himself, stocked with plenty of supplies, a sanctuary whenever home felt unpleasant.
Escaping here to play video games was a relief.
Safety was not a major issue.
There was a rolling shutter door downstairs, and behind that, a high-quality security door. Even if the zombies breached the first barrier, they would never break through the second. Moreover, since he didn’t make much noise, who would notice him?
Lin Fan, looking at the drawn curtains, continued his search for survivors.
As for the armored vehicle and the private group’s mysterious survivors, he didn’t know where these people were; he could just keep walking. Maybe one day he would meet them, and having a chat might be a good idea.
As he walked, apart from encountering zombies, he met no other survivors, as he had expected. Survivors in the apocalypse hide out in darkness, and getting them to come out openly was certainly difficult.
Passing by the small market, he thought about going in to shop, remembering that the district still lacked a barber.
This was a gap in the market.
If he could seize such an opportunity, even a pig could fly in the right wind.
The district was indeed lacking in many professions, including doctors, teachers, pastry chefs, security guards, and water plant employees, but some professions vital to daily life were still scant.
He wanted to take on a part-time job as a barber.
The pay might not be much,
But at least it could help slightly with household expenses.
Entering a store selling barber tools, just as he walked in, he saw a zombie, its back to him, standing inside at the counter, staggering in front of a mirror.
One could tell at once it was the owner, judging by his flamboyant hairstyle, though greasy, the color was still striking.
"Hello, boss," Lin Fan said.
There were growling, crashing, and chopping sounds.
Lin Fan carefully selected his tools at the counter while the chopped-up owner lay obediently there.
One set of Edward professional hair-cutting scissors, not expensive at fifty yuan.
And a Real Man’s hair clipper, priced at fifty-five.
The prices weren’t too high, quite reasonable. He estimated that if he charged ten yuan per haircut, he would break even after just eleven haircuts.
"The joys of life are often found by oneself,"
Lin Fan thought, smiling about the fifteen yuan he just spent at the barbershop. If only he had bought the tools himself earlier.
"Boss, I left the money on the table, goodbye,"
A sedan slowly passed through Huang city’s toll station, entering deep into Huang city’s territory.