Chapter 8: I asked for someone’s contact information, but was rejected. "The people who join Tianhui are basically retired soldiers and desperadoes. Some ordinary people with poor family conditions will also choose to join Tianhui to become members and receive the most basic subsidies. If they can win The zombies on the ranking list are undoubtedly a huge fortune."
Wen Qiao's eyes lit up as he said, "Immortal wealth".
What does she lack most now? money!
Although she can live without food, she is still a foodie.
"Are there any conditions required to join Tianji?" Wen Qiao suppressed his inner excitement and asked.
"There are no conditions required, but before joining the association, you must sign a life and death agreement and make a will." Quan Yao did not see Wen Qiao's shining eyes, but Han Liyao, who was beside Wen Qiao, was filled with fear. He said: "Wen Qiao, what do you want to do?"
Han Liyao, who has forgotten that she was bitten by a zombie and may turn into a zombie, Wen Qiao: "..."
"Ah!" Quanyao suddenly screamed. "I suddenly remembered that I forgot to take pictures..."
Three people present: “…….”
Quanyao explained: "A low-level zombie is worth 100 future coins, the kind that wants to bite people when it sees it; an intermediate zombie, which refers to a zombie that is the same as a normal person, is worth [-] future coins, and a high-level zombie is one who has A zombie with negative powers is worth [-] million future coins. In addition, there are other generous rewards for hunting a high-level zombie... Oops, I forgot to take a photo, that's [-] future coins! After taking the photo Give the photo to Tianji, and they will let the system identify the zombie, which can prevent someone from reusing the same zombie to obtain money."
Three people present: “…….”
Quanyao was really sorry that the 1 yuan was right in front of her, yet she just passed it by.
The few of them chatted for a while and added each other on WeChat.
Quanyao held her cell phone and said to Han Liyao opposite: "We can be considered friends from now on. Just don't come to trouble me if you have nothing to do in the future, okay..."
Han Liyao said angrily: "Do you think I would be looking for trouble if they didn't all say that I am from Quanyao?"
Quanyao had a talkative attitude: "Don't come to trouble me in the future..."
Han Liyao: "You think I want to?"
Wen Qiao silently watched the two bickering, and asked with some confusion: "What's wrong with Quanyao's people?"
Han Liyao looked at Wen Qiao with a strange expression.
"You don't know?"
"what do you know?"
Wen Qiao said he was a little confused.
"Don't you know Quanyao is a lesbian?"
"Why are you talking?"
Quan Yao was a little unhappy, but when Wen Qiao looked at her strangely, Quan Yao hurriedly said: "Wen Qiao, please listen to my explanation..."
"No explanation, I know, love is free. I can understand, after all, everyone has the right to pursue love and be loved." It's no wonder that Han Liyao is anxious with Quan Yao, but when he thinks of Quan Yao approaching him, Wen Qiao's heart It suddenly became complicated, and Quan Yao seemed to understand Wen Qiao's thoughts and explained: "Don't think too much, I have a girlfriend..."
Wen Qiao nodded vigorously, yes, without thinking too much.
"Hey, do you want to add Wei Mo?" Wen Qiao said to the man wearing the helmet. To be honest, the aura of this man made Wen Qiao look a little familiar.
"No..." the helmeted man said, got up and walked outside.
"Are you just leaving like that? It's a bit baffling." Quan Yao muttered. Compared with her bafflement, Wen Qiao was a little depressed.
The first time I asked for someone’s contact information, I was rejected!
After saying goodbye to Han Liyao and Quan Yao, Wen Qiao received another message from the rookie.
Rookie: Qiaoqiao, the quality of the writing this time is much better than before. I plan to recommend it to you, but [-] words is still a bit short. Please update...
Wen Qiao thought for a while and replied with the word "ok".
Returning to the rental house, fearing that Zhang Xianqu would come in with the key again, Wen Qiao locked the door and placed a layer of restrictions on the her strength has declined, what she knew in her previous life is only the difference between strength and weakness for her doing this, Wen Qiao went to the computer desk and started typing again all night was almost five o'clock when Wen Qiao dragged his tired body to bed and meditated. After two weeks of meditation this time, Wen Qiao let out a breath of foul breath.
At seven o'clock in the morning, there was the sound of a key opening the door.
However, because Wen Qiao had placed a restriction, the key could not open the door. The person who finally opened the door became anxious and kept turning the key, making a crisp sound.
Wen Qiao lifted the restriction, held the handle of the revolving door and opened the door.
Their eyes met, Wen Qiao's calmness was in sharp contrast to Zhang Xianqu's eagerness.
"Is something wrong?" Wen Qiao said coldly.
"Ah!" Zhang Xianqu didn't expect Wen Qiao to open the door, and his reaction was half a beat too slow. It was with this half-beat that Wen Qiao directly slammed the door.
annoying~ clap clap-
"Qiao Qiao, can you please open the door? I have something to tell you..." Zhang Xianqu's voice came through the door, and at the same time there was the sound of him knocking on the door. Wen Qiao's eyes gradually showed impatience, She opened the door and stared directly at Zhang Xianqu.
Zhang Xianqu was raising his hand to knock on the door: "..."
Wen Qiao: "If you have anything to say, please tell me..."
Zhang Xianqu looked hurt: "Qiao Qiao, do we need to do this?"
Wen Qiao: "How?"
Zhang Xianqu: “…….”
Seeing that Zhang Xianqu was not talking, Wen Qiao frowned and thought to himself why Zhang Xianqu was so annoying?Just as he was about to close the door, Zhang Xianqu said: "Qiao Qiao, I have something to talk to you about the Wen family. Can you let me in?"
Wen family!
Wen Qiao was stunned for a while before letting Zhang Xianqu enter the rental house.
After pouring a glass of water for Zhang Xianqu, Wen Qiao said: "If you have anything to say, please tell me..."
As he spoke, he calmly poured himself a glass of water.
Wen Qiao's attitude made Zhang Xianqu slightly nervous. He always had the illusion that he had to report work status to his order to relieve his nervousness, Zhang Xianqu looked around and his eyes fell on the lit computer on the desk.
"Qiaoqiao, you are still writing novels!"
Snapped--
The water glass fell heavily on the table, Zhang Xianqu's heart skipped a beat, and he met Wen Qiao's cold and impatient eyes.
"Mr. Zhang, I think it is necessary for you to understand why you are in your current position?" Wen Qiao's eyes were extremely cold, and Zhang Xianqu's hands in his sleeves suddenly tightened. Wen Qiao said: " Also, my name is Wen Qiao, and my surname is Wen..."
The word 'wen' is very strong.
At this moment, Zhang Xianqu also vaguely understood that the woman in front of him was not so easy to control. At least, she gave him the feeling that she knew everything.
"Wen, Wen Qiao~." Zhang Xianqu's voice was trembling when he spoke. He didn't understand how Wen Qiao could... give him such a deep sense of oppression when he was clearly worthless.
"What do you want from me?" Wen Qiao picked up the pen on the table and leaned back lazily on the sofa.
The pen was spinning on her fingertips, and her expression was so profound that it was hard to see through.
Zhang Xianqu had a look of struggle on his face. After a long time, he seemed to compromise and spoke.
Wen Qiao: It was a bit embarrassing to be rejected when I asked for someone’s contact information for the first time...
(End of this chapter)
