The end of the world: I am linked to a mobile lottery store

Chapter 550 I can do it!
Lu Li tilted her head, sniffed, and held back her tears.

The five people on the other end of the computer also fell silent, leaving Shen Fufeng at a loss.

Had he said something wrong? He silently lowered his sleeve.

Old Shen took a sip of water, his voice trembling slightly as he tried to suppress a sob, "No, it's just that Grandpa misses you and wants to chat with you."

Hearing Shen Fufeng say that, Zhang Ye felt a pang of sadness in his heart and felt even more reluctant to do it.

The other three were also at a loss for words, fearing that saying too much would only lead to making mistakes.

He's a sensitive child; it would be bad if he overheard it.

So Zhang Ye and the other three left, and Lu Li also left, leaving the space to the grandfather and grandson.

Zhang Ye thought to himself, "Oh well, let's move on to other projects. Maybe there's something that can replace Shen Fufeng's blood."

I had intended to leave the space for the grandfather and grandson to have a private chat and catch up.

Who knew that Old Shen himself would tell the story.

He had already decided to drop the matter and let Zhang Ye move on to other projects.

The intention behind telling Shen Fufeng was to encourage him to protect himself and avoid bleeding easily.

His blood is precious.

Shen Fufeng was stunned. His blood could actually suppress the evolution of zombies?
This is a big deal! He hurriedly said, "Grandpa, I'm fine with it, I'm willing!"

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his fair and slender arms, showing them to Old Shen from all angles.

Old Shen felt both heartbroken and distressed, and quickly said, "There are so many adults here, we don't need a child like you to sacrifice yourself."

Shen Fufeng said seriously, "I'm not a child, I'm almost ten years old!"

"You're not even eight years old yet," Old Shen said helplessly.

“You don’t understand, Grandpa. This is called ‘nominal age’,” Shen Fufeng said seriously.

He rolled up the other sleeve as well, showing himself from all angles. He was perfectly capable, no problem at all.

Old Master Shen didn't want his grandson involved in this matter; he had a gut feeling that the project was a bottomless pit.

He threatened, "It will require a lot of blood, it will drain you dry, have you ever seen a raisin?"

Shen Fufeng had seen it, and couldn't help but imagine what he would look like if he turned into a dried-up human body.

I immediately shuddered. A dried-up human body?!
But then he thought about it again. His blood could suppress the evolution of zombies. How amazing!

If Dean Zhang manages to figure it out, the resulting device could save even more lives.

Thinking about it this way, being drained dry doesn't seem so scary anymore.

"I can do it, Grandpa!" Shen Fufeng said with a firm gaze.

Old Shen opened his mouth, somewhat speechless. The more sensible Xiao Feng became, the less he wanted this project to continue.

If we proceed, it would be too unfair to Xiao Feng, but if we don't proceed, it would be unfair to the other unsuspecting survivors...

Wait, the unsuspecting survivors... if they were unaware of the situation in the first place...

As long as Zhang Ye, He Luo, and the others don't say anything, no one will know, and the matter can be kept secret indefinitely, as if it never happened.

But if we do that, isn't it a bit too selfish? There are ways to make everyone better, but we keep it a secret.

The two inner demons within Old Shen began to fight each other again.

Shen Fufeng watched through the screen as his grandfather's expression grew increasingly pained and conflicted.

He was also very sad. He was willing to sacrifice himself, but what about his grandfather?
"Then... could you take a little bit each month? Don't drain me dry," Shen Fufeng said weakly.

This way, I can still chat with my grandpa, work at the convenience store, and play with my friends.

A glint flashed in Old Shen's eyes for a moment, and he actually thought it was a good idea.

Perhaps one or two tubes a month, along with proper nutrition in between, would work?

"Xiao Feng, let Grandpa think about it carefully," Old Master Shen said solemnly and seriously. "Alright, then Grandpa will take care of himself," Shen Fufeng instructed, waving goodbye.

After hanging up the phone, Old Shen got up and went to the window, from where he could see most of the central base.

You can see groups of survivors riding bright yellow bicycles back and forth.

You can also see bright yellow buses, carrying loads of passengers, driving by.

It's a beautiful scene.

Of course he wants to make the world a better place, and of course, his grandchildren also need to be safe and healthy.

In this way, a better world becomes more meaningful.

He turned and went out. As soon as he opened the door, he looked down and saw He Luo squatting in a row like mushrooms.

"You...come in and continue your conversation," Old Shen said calmly.

The four people who overheard this felt a chill run down their spines, wondering if the grandfather and grandson had had a pleasant conversation.

But I sensed that Mr. Shen was not in a good mood.

The five people sat down at the tea table again, and Old Shen said directly, "Xiao Feng said that he agrees to have his blood drawn."

Zhang Ye's breath hitched; he hadn't expected a child under ten years old to be so determined.

Old Shen continued, "But he said, could I take a little bit each month, so that he wouldn't be dried up like a dried-up corpse?"

After saying that, Old Shen sighed, wiped his face, and wished he hadn't been so sensible.

Zhang Ye also felt uncomfortable and readily agreed, "Of course, one tube a month is fine too. I can also make him some tonics!"

Old Shen nodded weakly, "Then that's settled. You all go back and get back to work."

Everyone made a great effort to make this decision, especially Shen Fufeng.

Over here, Lu Li is praising Shen Fufeng profusely, saying he's incredibly brave.

She was thinking that it didn't matter whether the project went forward or not, but she couldn't sacrifice a child.

That's inhumane.

But to my surprise, he volunteered that he could, that he was willing, and that his only request was to take a small cut each month.

His father is so selfless, just like Old Shen.

The system witnessed the entire process and sighed silently, hoping that this matter would end here.

Let's not delve any deeper, or I'm afraid it might uncover some unsavory secrets.

During dinner, Lu Li kept putting food on Shen Fufeng's plate, making him feel embarrassed.

Everyone else noticed it too, but some were still confused.

Boss Lu doesn't usually pay this much attention to Shen Fufeng, what's wrong with him today?
There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Shen Bing could only connect it to the blood draw, guessing that something had been discovered from Xiao Feng's blood.

What could it be? Shen Bing couldn't figure it out.

In this wonderful atmosphere, after dinner and cleaning up the dishes, the shop owners went home.

……

The next day, which was supposed to be the day to go to Yu Rou's training base, the lottery shop welcomed Old Shen instead.

Just like Zhang Ye did last time, I took the high-speed train at night and arrived before eight o'clock in the morning.

Lu Li was surprised to see him; he was all alone and looked travel-worn.

She quickly brought him upstairs and poured him a cup of hot water. "Old Shen, why did you come so suddenly? Is it because of Xiao Feng?"

Old Shen gave a wry smile. "Yes, I was restless after the meeting with them. I couldn't even eat. I was worried about Xiao Feng, so I decided to come and see him."

Lu Li sighed inwardly. "What else could this be but a disaster?"