The End of the World: I am a rent collector in a shelter

Chapter 137 The Lame Man
Ji Wanwan: “?”

What's with this official tone?

Why did she feel like she was going to jail?

Zhan Yu, who was standing aside, had an expression of watching a good show on his face, and the playful smile in his eyes was almost bursting with laughter.

Ji Wanwan rolled her eyes at him unhappily, and then responded to the person who passed the message: "Okay, then please come back to the room with me and call my friend, is that ok?"

The man said in a serious tone, "Okay."

Ji Wanwan: “…”

After returning to the small mud house, Ji Wanwan asked the person who delivered the message to wait at the door on the pretext of changing clothes.

As soon as she entered the room, Ji Wanwan made a gesture to keep quiet, and then pointed at Xu Siming's shoes, which were also covered in mud.

She quickly took out two pairs of shoes from the system space and put them on with Xu Siming. As she changed, she said, "The director wants to see us. The messenger is already waiting outside. Since he is the director, let's change into something more formal."

Xu Siming immediately understood the current situation and nodded: "Okay, then I'll wear this one."

The two changed their clothes and shoes and walked out together.

The person who heard the sound at the door subconsciously looked at the clothes on the two people.

Next second: "?"

Ji Wanwan was wearing a floral shirt, a pair of shorts, and a pair of casual sneakers.

Xu Siming was wearing a red vest and blue shorts, a gray solar fan hat on his head, green mesh sneakers on his feet, and his unkempt belt was hanging down, looking a complete mess.

The person who delivered the message was restrained for at least ten seconds before he came to his senses and couldn't help laughing out of anger.

Is this what it means to dress formally?
Godly gold disease!

Even so, the director actually wants to meet in person?

I really don’t know what the director is thinking!

No matter how much you complain in your heart, you still have to complete the tasks assigned by the director honestly.

Facing the pressure of being the center of attention, the messenger gritted his teeth and carried two conspicuous bags across most of the shelter and arrived at the director's residence.

Unlike ordinary people’s small mud houses, the director’s residence is an independent small bamboo courtyard.

At first glance, this small courtyard seems to be quite secluded and independent.

Ji Wanwan couldn't help but touch her chin.

This feels good. When she returns to the base, she will also build a small bamboo courtyard like this.

Xu Siming, who could tell what Ji Wanwan was thinking at a glance, came over and said quietly: "Remember to add a room for me."

Ji Wanwan: “?”

No, senior, you have roundworms?
After entering the small bamboo courtyard, we soon arrived outside the director's room.

The messenger knocked gently on the door.

Hearing the response from inside, the man was obviously relieved. After looking at Ji Wanwan and the other person with disdain, he fled in a panic, leaving Ji Wanwan at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"come in."

Lin Changhe's voice came from inside the house. It was not as kind as it was during the day, but carried a hint of hostility.

Ji Wanwan and the other person looked at each other, raised their hands, pushed open the door and walked into the house.

The house is bright, clean and elegant.

There was a wheelchair placed in the middle, and the man in the chair had his back to Ji Wanwan and the others. His face and age could not be seen.

Ji Wanwan tried to sense the energy emanating from this man, but found that she could sense nothing. An ordinary person?

how come?
How come so many ordinary people obeyed his orders?

If not, then this person's ability level is very high, so high that he can control it completely without anyone noticing.

But do such people really exist?

Ji Wanwan didn’t know and was just secretly on guard.

There were two people standing next to the man, Lin Changhe and Guo Dacheng.

Guo Dacheng lowered his eyebrows and nodded, motionless.

Lin Changhe gnashed his teeth and looked at him with hatred: "Director, they were the ones who broke into the corpse refining field last night!"

Hearing this, the man in the wheelchair moved slightly. Guo Dacheng immediately raised his hand to hold the wheelchair and gently pushed him to turn around.

The man turned around, revealing a face so ordinary that it would be hard to spot at first glance in a crowd. He did not have the majesty of a superior, but only calmness and gentleness, and even some morbid weakness.

In the early autumn season, the man was already wearing a thin knitted jacket, with a thin blanket draped over his waist, abdomen and legs.

Looking closely, it is not difficult to find that one of the man's legs is missing under the blanket.

Seeing Ji Wanwan staring at the director's legs, Guo Dacheng took two steps forward to block Ji Wanwan's sight and said in a cold and hard tone: "Don't be disrespectful to the director!"

Ji Wanwan raised her eyebrows slightly and looked away calmly.

What a loyal dog...

The director said nonchalantly: "Dacheng, the girl has no ill intentions, don't be too nervous."

Guo Dacheng's expression eased a little. He stepped back and stood properly beside the director.

The director looked at Ji Wanwan and the other two generously, then made a gesture to invite them to sit down: "Don't be offended, my two young friends. Dacheng is not good at speaking, but he has a good heart. He just cares about me too much, so his tone was a little fierce."

There were two cups of tea on the small table in the room. The tea soup was clear and there was a wisp of hot steam rising from it, which showed that it had been brewed not long ago, specially waiting for the two of them to come.

However, once they sat down on the stools beside the small table, Ji Wanwan and the other girl would have to hunch up slightly. If a conflict arose, their movements would be hindered and the situation would become passive in an instant.

So they didn't sit down.

Ji Wanwan looked like a newborn calf who was not afraid of a tiger. She shook her head decisively: "If you don't want to sit down, just tell us what you want from us. After you finish, Old Xu and I have to go and get some money, otherwise we'll starve to death."

Guo Dacheng, who had just stood at the back, raised his head again and frowned in surprise: "Be more polite when you speak to me!"

"Ah!" Ji Wanwan was startled and whimpered twice, hiding behind Xu Siming and grabbing his clothes, pulling them tightly: "Old Xu, he is so fierce."

Xu Siming's mouth twitched: "..."

I almost couldn't hold back my laughter, it was so close.

The director gave Guo Dacheng a look, and the latter immediately turned from a tiger into a kitten.

Just with that one glance, Ji Wanwan saw the majesty of a superior in this lame man.

This man didn't appear to be that weak.

The director turned to look at Ji Wanwan who was hiding behind Xu Siming, and smiled kindly: "Don't be afraid, little girl. Dacheng won't be mean to you anymore."

Ji Wanwan tilted her head and blinked. Although she didn't look as scared anymore, she still didn't dare to come out from behind Xu Siming.

The director smiled helplessly: "I just came to talk to you, there is no other intention. If you are worried that I will delay your earning money to buy supplies, then I will take care of your supplies today, what do you think?"

Ji Wanwan's eyes lit up, and she quickly ran out from behind Xu Siming: "Great! Uncle, what do you want to talk about? I promise to keep you happy~"

The director couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, you are such an interesting kid..."