SWDnovel Chapter 10 Zhao Hai's Excitement
Chapter 10 Zhao Hai's Excitement
A Sequence Ability User—this is something every ordinary survivor desperately desires!
In the weeks leading up to the apocalypse, Zhao Hai also had an irresistible obsession with becoming a Sequence Ability User.
But with the apocalypse having been here for so long, he knew that becoming a Sequence Ability User depended on either being blessed by God or finding that never-before-seen Sequence Elixir.
Knowing that the chance of becoming a Sequence Ability User is close to zero, he doesn't have any illusions about becoming a Sequence Extraordinary.
Although he had guessed that his system wouldn't just allow him to exchange sign-in points for supplies after learning about it yesterday, Zhao Hai was still incredibly excited when he saw the sequence potions on the system shop today.
With just five sign-in points, it means that I only need to endure two more days to exchange them for a sequence potion and become a powerful and supreme sequence ability user!
It's just a matter of enduring two more days. I've survived more than two months in this apocalypse, so two more days is nothing to me.
Knowing that he would be able to exchange for the sequence potion in two days, Zhao Hai tried to suppress his excitement, but he couldn't do it no matter what.
This also led him to spend the entire night immersed in the wonderful fantasy of awakening as a sequence ability user after exchanging for a sequence potion.
At six o'clock in the morning, Zhao Hai looked at his dark circles under his eyes in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but smile wryly.
He tried to sleep well yesterday, but no matter what he did, his mind was filled with thoughts of the sequence potion and successful awakening, and he just couldn't fall asleep.
Zhao Hai believed that if it were any other ordinary survivor, knowing that they would receive a sequence potion that would allow them to fully awaken in just two days, they would probably be just as excited as him, unable to sleep all night.
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On the other side, in another car in the convoy.
"Sis, why do we need to trade gasoline with Zhao Hai? With so much food, we can easily trade gasoline with the superhumans in the convoy. There's absolutely no need to trade gasoline with Zhao Hai!" the girl in casual pants asked her sister.
The girl in jeans, who was also the older sister of the girl in casual pants, said as she packed the food into her backpack, "Jiao'er, those superhumans have clearly marked prices for gasoline. They are superhumans, so if we try to bargain with them..."
It might embarrass them. Even if they disdain to attack us, there will always be someone in the convoy who wants to curry favor with them and then trip us up.
Moreover, those superhumans have no shortage of food; whether or not they change it is entirely up to their mood.
Most importantly, our strength and status are not equal to theirs. What if they try to raise the price? They are superhumans; in that case, we'll have to swallow this bitter pill ourselves!
"Sis, I understand. Zhao Hai is just an ordinary person like us. We can confidently negotiate with him. If we're not satisfied with his price, we can always trade for gasoline with those superhumans!"
"Yes! That's right. If Zhao Hai agrees to switch to gasoline, we can save a lot of supplies. After all, these supplies were collected with great difficulty by our sisters at the risk of their lives. We should save where we can." The girl in jeans nodded.
"Let's go! Zhao Hai's car window is open, so he must be up. Let's go find him to get some gas!" the girl in jeans continued.
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"Zhao Hai, hello! I'm Li Meier, and this is my younger sister, Li Jiaoer!" the girl in jeans said first.
"Hello! Zhao Hai!" Zhao Hai greeted him simply.
Zhao Hai still remembered the two sisters in front of him; they had joined the team about two weeks ago.
Both sisters were quite good-looking, even beautiful, and had a great presence. So, on the day they joined the team, they attracted the attention of many LSPs in the team, making it hard for Zhao Hai not to recognize them.
When Zhao Hai saw the two women coming to find him, he was puzzled. He had never had any interaction with them before, so why were they coming to find him?
Seeing Zhao Hai's indifferent expression, Li Meier had no intention of exchanging pleasantries with him and went straight to the point:
"Zhao Hai! We'd like to exchange some gasoline with you!"
"What's the price?"
How about exchanging eight pounds of rice for ten liters of gasoline?
Upon hearing this, Zhao Hai frowned.
The price for exchanging gasoline for the superhumans in the convoy has also been set: ten kilograms of rice for ten liters of gasoline, with a minimum exchange of ten liters.
This price is lower than what those superhumans pay. However, Zhao Hai also knows that they are trying to save on food. Otherwise, they wouldn't have come to him to exchange their gasoline; they would have gone to the superhumans in the convoy to exchange their gasoline.
The half-bag of rice he had collected from the village last time only weighed about eight or nine pounds. Now that another eight pounds of rice was placed in front of him for exchange, Zhao Hai was somewhat tempted.
After all, in this apocalypse, only enough food can guarantee survival.
"Hmm? I need to think about this price carefully, since you know it's a bit low compared to what Captain Xu and his team offer!"
"How about this? Give me half an hour to think about it. You can go back first, and after half an hour, I will give you an answer regardless of whether the gasoline is changed or not, okay?" Zhao Hai said with a conflicted look.
Seeing Zhao Hai's conflicted expression, Li Meier thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement.
"Okay, then I'll wait for your news!"
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Back in the car, Li Jiao'er complained, "Sister, Zhao Hai is so fussy about changing the gas, just like a woman!"
"That's normal. Among the entire convoy, Zhao Hai and those few superhumans probably have extra gasoline on hand. It's normal for him to want to make some choices," Li Meier said.
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"Uncle Fu, this is a Baisha cigarette, don't mind it!" Zhao Hai took out a Baisha cigarette and handed it to the middle-aged man in his forties.
"Hey! Little Hai, you've got another cigarette! Tell me, what information do you want to get from me this time?" The middle-aged man unceremoniously took the cigarette from Zhao Hai's hand.
The middle-aged man in front of me is named Chen Zhifu. He has been with Xu Wenchu since the beginning of the car team.
The three superhumans in the team were not interested in managing the team.
Chen Zhifu had been following Xu Wenchu for a long time. In addition, he was reliable, resourceful, experienced, and a manager of a large company before the apocalypse. Therefore, Xu Wenchu appointed him as the logistics manager of the caravan, essentially making him the spokesperson for the superhumans in the caravan.