I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

"Take it."

Mu Mu took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and pressed it against Yan Ziming's face. The cool and refreshing feeling instantly sobered her up.

"Thanks." Yan Ziming took the beer, reluctantly leaving Ye Qianxue's white silk stockings as a knee pillow, opened the beer bottle and took a big gulp.

"Ha - cool!"

"Is my older sister going on a mission tomorrow too?"

"Yes... I probably won't have much time to spend here for a while," Yan Ziming said with a sigh.

Yan Ziming estimated that the meeting would be held two or three more times. There were no more than five days left until the end of the Civilization Cup, and it might even be earlier. Even if it was only held once a day, it would take up most of her time. Sometimes she also had to compete, so she really didn't have much free time.

"Go for it, big sister," Ye Qianxue said sweetly, nestled in her arms.

Compared to before, she has become much more sensible. If it were a few months ago, she would have clung to Yan Ziming in a spoiled and clingy manner, making her even more tired.

"How did the match go today? Was everything alright?" Yan Ziming's question was already belated; it should have been asked as soon as she got back.

"Everything is fine. Apart from your bad luck, none of us have encountered any seventh-tier enemies."

Mu Mu said jokingly, which made Yan Ziming look somewhat depressed:

"...Don't even mention it. I don't know what's wrong with my luck lately. I've been encountering strong opponents one after another."

"You have another match tomorrow, so good luck and pray you don't run into me."

Yan Ziming glared at her, then said defiantly, "Hmph! When you fall at my feet, don't be crying your eyes out!"

"Oh, how about we make a bet?" Mu Mu smiled slightly.

"Come on, let's bet, what are we betting on?"

"Based on the results of this competition, how will our offensive and defensive roles be determined going forward?"

Mu Mu's words made Yan Ziming blush to the roots of his ears, and he stammered, "What...what are you saying! Don't forget how Qianxue and I dominated and toyed with you last time!"

Ye Qianxue covered her cheeks, her face also turning slightly red.

"Stop talking nonsense, just tell me, are you going to bet or not?"

Mu Mu's attitude was extremely tough; the words "provocation" were practically written all over her face.

But Yan Ziming was exactly susceptible to this. After being provoked by Mo Sheng, she, who was determined to defeat Mu Mu in the competition, felt that nothing else mattered.

"Fine, I'll bet. If I lose, I'll be at your mercy for the rest of my life! You can do whatever you want with me!"

Yan Ziming said something that made her so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground, but she still forced herself to glare at Mu Mu, her cheeks flushed red, looking incredibly cute, yet her eyes were full of stubbornness.

—That's right. How much of a sense of accomplishment would I feel if I could completely conquer someone as strong as you?

To train Yan Ziming was Mu Mu's original intention in pursuing her.

Thinking about how Yan Ziming, despite being filled with resentment, had to obediently let her do whatever she wanted after losing, Mu Mu felt like she was about to #beep-#.

"Oh no! Big sister, this won't do! What will happen to Qianxue if you don't resist?!"

Ye Qianxue was the first to panic. Her only reliance to fight back against Mu Mu was Yan Ziming. If she were to kneel down, wouldn't she be at Mu Mu's mercy from now on?

You know, Mu Mu has always wanted to get revenge for what happened before!

It has to be said that the words of the cutest little sister in the world are quite effective, and Yan Ziming was immediately swayed a bit.

Having finally lured Yan Ziming into her trap, Mu Mu wasn't about to let her succeed. She smacked her on the head and scolded her:

"Children shouldn't interrupt adults! Little Momo has already said it, so there's no point in stopping her now!"

"Qianxue is not a child..." Ye Qianxue said aggrievedly, covering her slightly red forehead.

"Hmph~~ In some ways, he's not a child at all..."

Mu Mu stared at Ye Qianxue's curvaceous figure, as if he were a nightclub madam, licking every inch of her body. Ye Qianxue couldn't help but cover her two towering breasts, which were no less than the size of Yan Zimo's.

"You bunch of filthy devils, I'm still here... Can you tone it down a bit? Don't be so lewd in front of the country's high-ranking officials, or I'll shut you down!" Bai He said weakly, slumped on the sofa, trying to assert her presence.

"Oh dear, I forgot you were here. Perfect, let's have a high-ranking official from your country act as a notary. You heard what Xiao Momo said earlier, right? If she tries to cheat, I'll ask you to judge."

Mu Mu stroked her face and smiled, but that smile had a chilling quality to it; that's what she thought.

—If such private information is overheard by an outsider, and we can't silence her, we must drag her into this mess no matter what!

As clever as Bai He was, she understood Mu Mu's meaning perfectly well. She nodded to indicate that she understood. After all, she wasn't the one who would suffer a loss. She was just a notary, so why not do it?

"Let's not talk about that anymore, you charlatan, what did you see?"

Yan Ziming had calmed himself down and said seriously, and then Bai He said something that made Yan Ziming overjoyed.

"Congratulations, you've done a great job."

Chapter Seventy-Seven Seeking Help

"Hey, Mandala?"

"It's me. I didn't expect that the perverted lesbian who molested girls in the street would target me so soon?"

When Mandala heard Yan Ziming's voice, she said with tears welling up in her eyes. Even through the phone, Yan Ziming could tell that she must be looking like she was terrified of being eaten by a big bad wolf.

She said through gritted teeth, "Come to the back mountain now, and I guarantee I'll let you experience what real lewdness is!"

Of course, this is just a joke.

Where is this "back mountain" in District 7? It's all bustling streets lined with high-rise buildings. In this living space where every inch of land is precious, there's no extra space for greenery.

“Who’s molesting whom is still uncertain…” Mandala seemed to be imagining a wonderful scene, licking her lips as she spoke.

"Alright, stop with the nonsense. I didn't come to you to talk about #beep-# things."

Yan Ziming waved his hand dismissively, bringing the conversation back to the point: "I'm asking you, what exactly is your position within the Lofiel conglomerate?"

"Very high. In your Chinese terms, it's second only to one person and above ten thousand others. Well, that was the case until a few days ago..." Mandala replied with suspense.

"A few days ago?"

"Enough with the small talk, what brings you here for help?"

Although Yan Ziming was puzzled, he still got down to business first: "...You know there's a negotiation between our country and you, right?"

"Of course I know about such a big thing. You guys are really generous... You're willing to give away something like that. If it were me, I would definitely hold onto it tightly and no one would be able to get it!"

Mandala's voice was full of passion, and Yan Zimo sensed a hidden meaning in it.

"In my own hands...?"

It's true what they say about capitalists; their greedy nature is no different from that of the rest of us.

Mandala, however, appears to be wiser. She is selectively greedy and knows how to make choices, unlike those who want to reap benefits without giving anything in return. Her vision as a young person of the new era is much more far-sighted than that of the older generation who are still living in the dream of conquering the world.

In fact, Yan Ziming was right. Mandala herself knew that in this matter, she was not just greedy, but extremely greedy!

If she were to acquire this technology, she would likely prioritize its application in the seventh district, which is controlled by the Lofeel conglomerate. Anyone else wanting a piece of the pie would have to pay a huge price; otherwise, once they forcibly intervene, they would be unable to retract their involvement.

"Let's put aside whether we're generous or not. You know the results of the recent meetings. Is there any way to solve this problem?"

"You're really something, asking the enemy for help. Aren't you afraid of being stabbed in the back?" Mandala chuckled.

"What are you talking about? Aren't we the closest partners? This is the first time I've asked you for help. With the size of the Lofeel Group, surely you can do it?"

Yan Ziming said rather flippantly, but in fact she wasn't really sure about the term "partner".

"You don't need to provoke me. I've climbed to this position because I don't act on emotions."

Recalling the blood and bones she had experienced on the battlefield of capital, Mandala said softly.

Acting on impulse is not advisable. If she makes one wrong move, she will face utter ruin and be devoured without even a trace of her bones.

"That being said, you hold a high position in the Lofiel conglomerate and are considered a financial behemoth. You should understand how much benefit it would bring to you to facilitate and succeed in this negotiation. It would be a super treasure trove that will extend into the next few decades."

Yan Ziming offered some words of advice.

"I certainly understand that a successful negotiation would benefit us greatly, but my position doesn't allow me to make such a hasty decision... Whether this technology will impact our existing chain of interests, whether it will be the first to be applied to the Seventh District that we control—these are all crucial interests..."

Mandala clearly explained her concerns to Yan Ziming. Yan Ziming knew that if things continued this way, asking the Lofeel Consortium to intervene would likely come with some additional conditions.

Regardless of whether she herself could accept it, the key point is that the decision-making power was not in her hands, but in the hands of the Chinese delegation.

So, does this mean the negotiations have broken down...?

"However, you are the most distinguished guests of the Lofer Group, so I should still lend a hand with this small favor..."

Mandala's tone suddenly changed, and the matter suddenly became feasible.

"Thanks. Is there anything we can do for you?"

Yan Ziming said happily, "If the Lofeel conglomerate intervenes, the success rate of the negotiations will increase significantly. It is even possible that an agreement will be reached at the next meeting."

Although it's unclear why she suddenly agreed, it's still a good thing.

"No need. Just tell the Chinese delegation to prepare the necessary documents for the handover. However, it will take two or three days, and we also need to make some preparations."

"Ok."

Yan Ziming hung up the phone. This was all the help she could offer in this negotiation; the rest depended on how well the Chinese delegation performed.

Over the next three days, Yan Ziming accompanied Jiang Lan to two meetings. There was no progress yet, but Mandala had informed her that the issue could be resolved at the next meeting. After Yan Ziming informed the Chinese delegation, they began preparing for the final negotiations.

In addition, Yan Ziming had an exceptionally smooth run in the competition.