The Pregnant Mommy Survive on Unlimited Supplies-Chapter 318 - 317 They had already reached some kind of secret understanding.

Chapter 318: 317 They had already reached some kind of secret understanding.

According to Zhong Zimo’s plan, the women on this bus would be sent to the Superpower Users under Chen Hu’s control.

Although the apocalypse had only been underway for just over six months, people had not long transitioned from a world of abundant resources and information overload to the post-apocalyptic era.

Many still harbored a fondness for female internet celebs and movie stars in their hearts.

The batch of female stars in Zhong Zimo’s hands would undoubtedly open up a new world for him.

The bus started driving along the Xiang C Highway to resupply at an ice house.

The driver stretched out his hand directly, demanding a million from Zhong Zimo.

Looking at this driver, who had the gall to ask for so much, Zhong Zimo frowned,

"Haven’t I already paid a charter fee of 100,000? How come we haven’t even reached C City, and you’re asking for a million?"

The money in the C City account was really running low. With the way prices were inflating, the money in Zhong Zimo’s hands would soon degrade into a string of meaningless numbers.

He had to furrow his brow, carefully and cautiously planning the use of his money.

Who would have known the driver would say with a half-hearted smile,

"You know as well as I do that fuel is expensive now."

"In this cold weather, whether it’s gasoline or diesel, the prices have skyrocketed. You initially only mentioned going to E City, but then you changed course to C City, then to E City."

"The charter fee definitely has to increase by several times."

In this kind of weather, this extreme survival environment, who among those able to drive for work wasn’t risking their lives?

Seeing Zhong Zimo’s icy expression, the driver didn’t say much more, simply pointing at the ice house ahead,

"If you don’t believe me, Mr. Zhong, why don’t you go buy the supplies yourself?"

Zhong Zimo glanced at the driver and walked toward the ice house.

Inside the ice house, there were quite a few survivors sitting, most with a look of deep misery, dressed in bulky and filthy clothes.

The atmosphere wasn’t good, but it wasn’t so desperate as to be devoid of all hope.

Zhong Zimo approached the counter to buy diesel.

The vendor, lazily lifting his eyelid, brought over a jar of diesel for Zhong Zimo and asked for 50,000 right off the bat.

Such a small jar barely had enough to run for 50 kilometers.

Not to mention traveling from here to C City, then from C City to E City.

Zhong Zimo frowned and dissatisfiedly asked,

"With prices being so chaotic, how can you continue to stay under Gong Yi’s management?"

This made no scientific sense.

As someone with experience in urban management, Zhong Zimo deeply believed Gong Yi’s administration lacked a professional city management Commander.

It was a real pity, for if Gong Yi could have accepted him, he could truly have aided Gong Yi in managing the so-called Xiang City Base. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Thus, things had turned out this way; Gong Yi had lost a talented manager, and Zhong Zimo had not succeeded in becoming the management Commander of the Xiang City Base.

All because of Hua Mi’s obstruction.

The salesperson in the ice house looked at Zhong Zimo as if he were looking at a fool, pointing at the small jar of diesel and explaining impatiently,

"Are you going to buy it or not? If not, just forget it. I don’t have time to waste words with you."

He was in a hurry to go eat sunflower seeds.

Having said that, the vendor did indeed take out a bag of plum-flavored sunflower seeds, cracking them and spitting the shells at Zhong Zimo’s feet.

Zhong Zimo, holding back his indignation, actually spent 50,000 yuan and carried out a jar of diesel.

There was no choice but to buy it. He needed to get to Chen Hu as soon as possible and start implementing his grand ambitions.

Only a short while after Zhong Zimo left the ice house, a group of debris-clearing workers resting inside began to chuckle,

"Does this guy have something wrong with his head? Who still buys fuel to drive these days?"

Everyone knew that when the Xiang City Water Factory was constructed, the Factory Director stockpiled a large quantity of Jelly Water.

This Jelly Water contained an abundance of energy, though what kind of energy it held was still under investigation.

However, the Factory Director had said that the Jelly Water could be diluted and used as fuel.

A 200ml bottle of Jelly Water, poured into a vehicle’s fuel tank, would allow any diesel or gasoline car to run for a thousand kilometers.

Hence, many people remembered that during the continuous rain in Xiang City, the Xiang City People were frantically extracting Jelly Water.

Using water pumps and condoms, the acquired Jelly Water would then be disposed of at the landfill.

Now, even though it was snowing, anyone willing to scrape off the snow and dig fiercely could uncover a layer of frozen Jelly Water.

Smashing the ice blocks of Jelly Water and pouring them into the fuel tank, along with a bit of antifreeze, would get the vehicle up and running just the same.

As for the exorbitantly priced gasoline and diesel sold inside the ice houses, that was nothing more than a deceitful money-making scheme by the salespeople.

They swindled those survivors who were not up-to-date with the latest news.

Seeing Zhong Zimo carrying out a jug of expensive diesel, the chartered drivers’ eyes darted around, but none of them let on.

Watching Zhong Zimo with a stern expression, once he had added the fuel, the driver set off with a cheerful laugh.

By the time they reached the next ice house, Zhong Zimo no longer got out of the car to buy the fuel himself but simply handed the driver money to do so.

The attentive driver, with several hundred thousand on his mobile phone, entered the ice house, then emerged with an oil jar to refuel the car.

The car set off and the driver never specified what was in the jar, and naturally, Zhong Zimo assumed it was diesel.

Those drivers on the roads of the under-construction Xiang City Base, along with the salespeople within the ice houses, and the road clearance workers who frequently shuttled on the highways,

had long since established a covert understanding among themselves.

No one would spell things out clearly.

To fleece one was to take advantage.

As they neared C City, Zhong Zimo’s vehicle stopped in front of a remote ice house.

As usual, the driver took Zhong Zimo’s hundreds of thousands and went to buy fuel.

Zhong Zimo stayed in the car, counting the money in his bank account on his mobile phone.

Suddenly, several individuals burst into the car from outside.

Leading them was Vasily, with bloodshot eyes, glaring intensely at Zhong Zimo,

"It’s been a long time, Secretary Zhong."

With an odd posture, twisting his neck stiffly and slowly, he said,

"Have you seen my brother? The one with the scorpion tattoo who escaped from the C City supply depot?"

Zhong Zimo, a man who had seen and known much, tried to remain composed and shook his head slowly.

He recognized the man before him as the leader of the group of assassins Ma Zhixuan had brought to the C City supply depot to attack Zhou Cheng.

He immediately asked with concern,

"What happened? You still haven’t found your brother?"

"We found him, but his consciousness wasn’t very clear."

Vasia scratched the back of his hand.

Just a few days ago, he and the remaining brothers of the organization had finally caught the constantly moving Scorpion Brother.

Strangely, his Scorpion Brother seemed to have gone mad, lashing out and biting each of them indiscriminately.

They had subdued the Scorpion Brother with great difficulty.

But, inadvertently, they let the Scorpion Brother escape again.

For assassins who lacked humanity, they had their own set of distorted values.

Those who did not betray them were the brothers of their organization.

Whether the Scorpion Brother was dead or alive, they had to settle it.