Doomsday: I Can Get a Hint-Chapter 313 - 225: Even Ordinary People Aren’t Simple (Part 3)

Chapter 313: Chapter 225: Even Ordinary People Aren’t Simple (Part 3)

Wang Hao tossed a money pouch, filled to the brim with crystal coins.

Zhou Tingyu was still standing there, dumbfounded and unmoving.

"After Elder Wu is buried, go to... hmm... report my name at the resort’s reception, I’ve booked a room for you there.

By then, I’ll have Chen Yuennan come find you, she’ll arrange a decent job for you."

Wang Hao thought for a moment, then took out a purple crystal coin, looked around, and finally placed it on the tattered, narrow bed before quietly leaving.

It’s not that he didn’t want to give Zhou Tingyu more crystal coins.

Too much wealth can bring trouble to an innocent man; if she had too much, she wouldn’t be able to keep it.

With this money, even if she did nothing, she could live comfortably for a few years.

Then have Chen Yuennan find her a job, ensuring she has no worries about food and clothing.

It’s a small comfort in remembrance of Wu Zicheng.

Exiting the tattered tent, Wang Hao glanced back, shook his head helplessly, and walked away slowly.

Human choices are really important.

A moment’s decision could lead to two completely different lives.

If Wu Zicheng hadn’t chosen to leave and had firmly stood by his side back then,

even if Wang Hao didn’t greatly promote him, he would have retained his management position.

After all, he was a highly respected elder, and some people still looked up to him.

He didn’t have much personal agenda himself.

Wang Hao was even willing to let him manage the granary.

That way, not only would he have no worries about food and clothing, his life would be quite comfortable.

Drawing little paintings leisurely, falling in love, carefree and pleasant.

However, he chose to come to the Settlement Camp, his own woman ended up working as a prostitute, while he became a beggar, humiliated, and in the end died in this dirty, messy tent.

If Wang Hao hadn’t come, he might not even have a somewhat dignified funeral.

At this moment, Wang Hao once again deeply realized the importance of hints.

In the grand scheme of things, the hints had already helped him make choices.

This greatly increased his margin for error.

Moreover! With the hints, he felt more confident inside.

Facing many situations, he could handle them with ease.

Mentality is very important.

If your mentality is poor, no matter what you do, you won’t do well.

When encountering issues, you may not even be able to think rationally and respond.

Like those powerless rages in some shōnen novels, then suddenly unleashing their inner cosmos, it’s rare to see in reality.

The same goes for battle.

With a bad mindset, you might not even be able to display half of your combat strength.

He remembered some anime with Xiaoli’s apprentice or someone like that, who couldn’t deal damage because of shyness.

He walked to the crossroads, raising his hand to check the time.

After Wu Zicheng’s incident, he had lost interest.

Should he go back?

He looked toward the resort, hesitated for a moment, but then walked toward the nightclub.

Bai Muran was still waiting for him; after all, he was the host, and it wouldn’t be nice to ruin his mood.

...

In the dilapidated room

Zhou Tingyu suddenly stopped crying, and the tears ceased immediately.

She pushed Wu Zicheng away from her embrace, and disdainfully wiped her mouth with her hands.

She even kicked Wu Zicheng’s corpse a few times.

"Old bastard, so disgusting, your mouth stinks, ptooey!"

She spat on Wu Zicheng’s corpse.

Then she collected the crystal coins on the floor and the purple crystal coin on the bed.

A smug smile appeared on her face:

"Hmph! Wang Hao! Everyone says you’re shrewd, yet you still have to drink the bathwater of this old lady?"

"Hehe, well done, I never thought, you’re quite something."

A man walked in from outside the tent, a slight look of satisfaction on his face.

"The things you promised me will be given to me later, right?"

Zhou Tingyu looked at the newcomer with burning eyes.

"Don’t worry, since the City Lord promised to give you the Superpower Fruit, he will definitely fulfill it. You’re also very worth nurturing. As long as you work hard, the City Lord will surely entrust you with important tasks in the future."

The man chuckled.

He looked at Zhou Tingyu, then at Wu Zicheng’s cold corpse on the ground, frowning slightly:

"But with your scheming abilities, why were you so attached to this old man before? You shouldn’t have had any affection for him, right?"

He couldn’t understand it.

When Zhou Tingyu approached them, she had been taking care of this old man all along!

She even sold her body for this.

Earlier, he almost believed in love like Wang Hao did.

"What? Hard to understand?"

Zhou Tingyu picked up the teapot on the table, took a sip of water, and said casually:

"At that time, when we first arrived at the Settlement Camp, we had nowhere to go. What could I do?

Even though I’m somewhat pretty, the Settlement Camp is full of beauties, and I’m nothing special. Even if I sell out, I can only manage to get a subsistence level.

So I had to maintain my own image. I believed Wang Hao would eventually come to the Settlement Camp, even if his gathering place wasn’t overrun by the zombie tide.

After fending off a few zombie waves, he’d most likely relocate. Even if he didn’t move here, he’d definitely come to the Settlement Camp to procure some things and enjoy life.

He has some connection with that old man, and he’s a soft-hearted person, quite compassionate, he’d surely step in to help, so I had to establish my image."

"Awesome!"

The man gave her a thumbs up.

He had to admit, this chick really did make the right bet.

Wang Hao did indeed come.

And he did indeed lend a helping hand.

Of course, today’s perfect encounter was also facilitated by their manipulation behind the scenes.