The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

Chapter 1275 Buyout
"No, no, let's stop now. We've already brought them back. We should see this through to the end. If people find out, we'll be in big trouble!"

Seeing the expression on Fan Mengping's face, He Qinwei instantly understood that she shared the same thoughts as Brother Hu, but she couldn't bring herself to do something underhanded.

The camp has relevant laws and regulations, and even survivors who have not joined the camp are not allowed to kill indiscriminately. If they are found to be doing so, they will be severely punished!

When Fan Mengping heard He Qinwei's words, she thought that if it were just the two of them talking in secret, there would be no problem, but now that Brother Hu was also there, wasn't it obvious that he suspected her?

"Xiaowei, you're wrong. There are no outsiders here, so who can tell anyone!"

He Qinwei suddenly realized the problem and quickly changed her words, saying, "This guy looks quite strong. If he can come back to life, he'll definitely be more valuable working in the factory than just exchanging him for charcoal."

"Alright, alright." Fan Mengping didn't want to dwell on this any longer.

"You're quite kind-hearted. If you're sure you want to take it back, I'll give you a receipt?"

Tiger awkwardly pulled out paper and pen, not wanting to offer any further advice.

"Thank you so much, Brother Tiger. We're not worried about having another disabled person in District Three. Hurry up and thank Brother Tiger."

Fan Mengping didn't argue with Xiao Wei. After all, they had already made an agreement, and she felt a little guilty about taking a nice leather jacket from her and then having her throat slit.

He Qinwei nodded and bowed: "Thank you, Brother Tiger!"

Chachacha...

"Quick, make way! The elite troops are back!"

Tiger was writing the report in a crooked and messy way when he suddenly heard the sound of orderly footsteps not far away. Fifteen combat personnel marched proudly toward Gate Thirteen.

Fan Mengping and He Qinwei quickly carried the injured man aside.

Tiger quickly opened the other door as well. Door number 13 is considered a large door in the camp. When fully opened, it is about five meters wide. Even-numbered doors are small doors, about one meter wide, like a normal front door.

The combat personnel of the elite unit wore down jackets of different styles, but all were black in color, with a Velcro badge on the chest symbolizing the elite unit.

Each person carried a standard-issue rifle on their back and a tactical belt around their waist, with magazines and grenades attached to the belt. The field team was fully armed, and their powerful strides waded through the snow.

"Thank you for your hard work, brothers, thank you for your hard work."

"Hard."

Tiger nodded to the members of the elite troops to show his respect, and Fan Mengping and He Qinwei also humbly offered their greetings.

The fifteen combatants did not put on airs. They nodded and smiled at the three men as well. When they saw the bound one-legged man, they paused for a moment before continuing to walk into the camp.

"Damn, that's impressive!"

Tiger watched the elite squad members walk away, filled with genuine envy, practically drooling with envy.

"Tiger should have reached the threshold of the elite unit by now, right? Keep it up, you'll definitely pass the next selection!"

Fan Mengping offered a timely compliment.

This is an art, requiring just the right touch; too much is as bad as too little, and too little is like scratching an itch through a boot.

Tiger is actually still some distance from the elite team, so it's not fair to say it's easy or that would be overpraising him. Just a little bit higher would be enough; anything too exaggerated would be offensive.

Tiger Brother was quite pleased with Fan Mengping's flattery. He shook his head, took out a stamp from his small bag, and said, "It's not that easy. Try your best. Here, keep the form safe and go register." As he spoke, he tore the stamped paper off the book and pretended to stuff it into Fan Mengping's breast pocket, while his fingers fiddled around inside the pocket.

"Hate……"

Fan Mengping feigned annoyance but wasn't actually against it. However, she felt cheated and was determined to get her money back with interest when she got to Fugui Street!

Upon entering the camp, one is greeted by rows of houses of various shapes and sizes. Some are wooden plank houses, while others are tin shacks. The houses are built in a relatively neat manner, but the houses themselves are quite rough.

Besides these rough houses, there are also some relatively exquisite prefabricated houses, which used to be temporary houses on construction sites and are considered absolute mansions here!
The rows of houses have roads that allow trucks to pass through, and the unified planning makes the whole area look old but not messy.

It wasn't time to leave work yet, so the dormitory area was rather quiet.

This is the living environment in Zone 3. It's not exactly luxurious, but it's enough to give survivors a safe place to stay. If they want better living conditions, they have to rely on their own abilities.

Fan Mengping and He Qinwei carried the injured man toward the Population Management Office of District 3. When they met people along the way, Fan Mengping would greet them with a smile, while He Qinwei was basically ignored.

"Uh, Xiao Wei."

As they walked, Fan Mengping slowly stopped and gestured for the other person to put the injured man down.

"Well... you know me, um, I didn't have time to discuss this with you before. You also know Yuanyuan, she definitely won't allow me to bring back an injured survivor, so, you see..."

To save money, Fan Mengping chose to share a room with someone. After He Qinwei was disfigured, she didn't want to be looked down upon by others, so she simply lived alone in the cheapest tin shack.

"Sister Pingping, it's not impossible for him to recuperate at my place, but... you have to give me more money, okay?"

He Qinwei is not a pushover and is unwilling to suffer losses for no reason.

Fan Mengping smiled and said, "Xiao Wei, you see, it was you who insisted on saving him. Otherwise, at the door just now, I thought Brother Hu's suggestion was particularly reasonable, so..."

How about this: I'll give you 70% of the money from selling the leather jacket, and you pay for taking care of him. If he's lucky enough to survive, I won't take a penny of his wages for the month. If he's unlucky enough to die, you can have all the charcoal he gets after he turns into a zombie—it's like you're buying it out. What do you say?

He Qinwei listened silently to Fan Mengping finish speaking, secretly pursing her lips. At first glance, it seemed quite reasonable, and she seemed to be guaranteed to make a profit. However, she knew that Fan Mengping was a big money-grubber and would never lose out on anything related to money.

Since she made this suggestion, it must be to her advantage.

Seeing He Qinwei hesitate, Fan Mengping quickly added, "Xiaowei, I'm only taking a loss for the sake of our good sisterhood. Think about it, if he can work in the future, he'll earn at least two or three gold coupons a month, and they'll all be yours!"
Even if he dies, Tiger said he'd get at least 100 jin of charcoal in return, which is two gold vouchers! And you only need to take 20% less of the money from selling the leather jacket, at most one gold voucher. Does that make sense?

"What you said is all correct, but you didn't calculate the material costs and my time costs of taking care of the wounded!"

He Qinwei actually understood very well what "plastic best friends" meant, and this moment made it very clear.

Fan Mengping's eyes darted around, and she said, "Look, can't these leather pants and boots still be sold? They're enough for his food and drink expenses during his recovery. Help me out, I'm just a little short of money to get Hu Heizi to get me a spot. Once I start working on Fugui Street, I'll treat you to a big meal when I earn some money!"

"Let's go!"

He Qinwei pouted, not wanting to continue arguing. In reality, she didn't gain much by being at a disadvantage, but she was just a little unhappy.

"Then it's settled, the population registration will be done under your name later, hehe, you're such a good sister, come on, let me help you carry it over."

With her final concerns resolved, Fan Mengping was overjoyed. She only wanted to make immediate profits. In her view, rescuing a disabled survivor had too low an upper limit and too low a lower limit. Buying out the entire life was the best option.

(End of this chapter)