Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

Lu Fan stood at the edge of the deck and coughed twice.

"First, once we're aboard, anyone who touches this ship, I'll kill them!"

"Secondly, if the deal falls through, don't even think about forcing me to stay! You've seen it yourself, I'm easily frightened..."

Lu Fan pointed to the top floor of the Song Group building in the distance.

"Even if it costs me my life, I'll drag your young master Song down with me!"

Uncle Zhong stared at Lu Fan with his cloudy old eyes for a few seconds, then nodded slightly.

"make a deal!"

soon.

The small boat cut through the murky water, carrying the two people into the gap on the 25th floor of the Song Building.

As soon as I stepped onto that floor, a long-lost breath of dry air hit me.

"Oh my! Distinguished guest! Rare guest! Special guest!"

A middle-aged man wearing a tight-fitting suit and sporting a mustache rushed over respectfully.

His face was all smiles, and his beady green eyes darted around Lu Fan's body.

"My surname is Zhao, and I am the general manager of the Song Group! Since you're someone Young Master Song has taken a liking to, I'll show you the way!"

Manager Zhao led the way, spitting as he introduced the place.

"There used to be a department store downstairs here, with supermarkets like Baihui Supermarket and Dierma, and outdoor clubs! Before the flood, Young Master Song had the foresight to have supplies moved upstairs long ago!"

"Generators, water purifiers, and even wilderness survival gear—everything you could need!"

Lu Fan followed behind, observing his surroundings discreetly.

This building is indeed extraordinary.

Although the exterior walls were damaged, the internal load-bearing columns were extremely thick, and the lobby on each floor was kept clean.

Even in case of danger, it makes escape easy.

Moreover, there was no foul smell of urination or defecation, nor the stench of rotting corpses.

This alone makes it a hundred times better than the building built by President Peng before.

Climb to the fortieth floor.

The sight before him made Lu Fan raise an eyebrow slightly.

This floor has been converted into a living area.

Dozens of survivors were sitting together, some chopping wood to make fuel, some mending clothes, and others filtering rainwater with a makeshift device in a corner.

Although everyone looked pale and thin and lacked nutrition.

But there was no numbness in his eyes as if he was waiting to die.

"This is all thanks to Young Master Song's excellent management!"

Manager Zhao, panting and wiping his sweat, looked on with admiration: "In just a few days, Young Master Song has established the rule of 'the more you work, the more you earn'! Everyone is working like crazy, just so they can go..."

"Ahem!"

Uncle Zhong, who was walking ahead, interrupted him and coughed heavily twice.

Manager Zhao shuddered, and his voice abruptly stopped.

"Xiao Zhao, go to the supplies department and sign off on today's quota," Uncle Zhong instructed casually.

"Alright! Uncle Zhong!"

Manager Zhao didn't dare to say anything more and shrank his neck as he slipped into the stairwell.

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes, pondering the words he hadn't yet uttered.

Where to "go"?

It seems the Song Group doesn't intend to hold onto this building indefinitely...

The building has fifty floors.

Reception room.

The heavy mahogany door was pushed open.

The room was covered with an expensive Persian carpet, and two people sat at the dining table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The man was dressed in a well-tailored blue-black suit and wore gold-rimmed glasses; he was refined and elegant.

The woman, on the other hand, had long, wavy hair, wore a tight-fitting bodycon dress, and had a hot figure, but her delicate face was full of impatience.

"Please have a seat!"

Song Han, sitting opposite, did not get up; she simply smiled and pointed to the chair.

"My name is Song Han!"

He then pointed to the woman beside him: "This is Miss Shen Qingyue, a famous movie star in China. I probably don't need to introduce her, right?"

Shen Qingyue tossed her hair, raised her chin slightly, and waited to see the shocked expression on this "country bumpkin's" face.

Lu Fan pulled out a chair, plopped down, and casually crossed his legs.

"Who is it? I don't recognize them!" He frowned, looking completely bewildered.

boom!

Shen Qingyue slammed her hand on the table, her beautiful eyes wide with surprise.

"Hey! What are you pretending for? My face is on the LED screen in the city center every day! Haven't you ever watched TV before?!"

Lu Fan leaned back in his chair, tilted his head, and stared at Shen Qingyue's face, which was flushed with anger, for three seconds.

Suddenly, he realized something and punched his palm.

"Oh—! It's a big star! I remember now!"

Shen Qingyue snorted coldly, crossed her arms, and said arrogantly, "Hmph! I knew it! In this entire Dragon Kingdom, who doesn't know me, Shen..."

"I used to make plenty of mistakes in front of you late at night!"

Lu Fan grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth, his tone full of the kind of teasing that only men understand.

The air froze instantly.

"You...you scoundrel!!"

Shen Qingyue instantly realized what the phrase "made a mistake" meant.

Her delicate face instantly turned bright red.

She pointed at Lu Fan, trembling with anger, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"Vulgar! Disgusting! Bastard!"

She gritted her teeth, wishing she could smash the vase on the table.

Lu Fan sneered and ignored her.

He turned to look at Song Han, his smile vanished, and he instantly became cold.

"Young Master Song, skip the formalities! I'm a rough man, I only talk business."

Song Han pushed up her glasses, her eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Miss Shen, please sit down and mind your manners!"

His casual remark silenced Shen Qingyue instantly, and she could only sit back down in her seat, fuming.

popping.

Song Han clapped her hands.

A female assistant in uniform walked in carrying a tray and placed four dishes on the table.

Each person has a plate in front of them.

It contained two thick slices of luncheon meat and two slices of soft bread.

"The conditions are simple, but it's a small token of our appreciation!"

Song Han gestured "please" and smiled, "You must be tired from your long journey at sea. Please have some breakfast first, and we can talk while we eat!"

Lu Fan looked at the meat on the plate and couldn't help but nod.

In this day and age, to serve luncheon meat for breakfast is quite a generous gesture.

"Ha, you country bumpkin!"

Shen Qingyue, standing beside him, forked a piece of luncheon meat, elegantly put it in her mouth, and looked at Lu Fan with disdain:

"This is Spam's top-grade stuff. You've probably never eaten anything this good in your life, have you? Young Master Song rewarded you with this, so why don't you say thank you?"

Lu Fan picked up his fork and gave her a disdainful look, as if she were an idiot.

"You got an orgasm just from eating a can of food? Never seen anything like it?"

After saying that, he reached behind his back and, as if by magic, pulled out a red aluminum can that was emitting cold air.

"What's the point of just eating dry bread? For a boss as big as Mr. Song to make customers prepare their own drinks seems a bit stingy, doesn't it?"

silence!

A deathly silence.

The fork in Shen Qingyue's hand clattered into the plate.

She stared intently at the can of cola in Lu Fan's hand, which was covered in water droplets, and her throat bobbed involuntarily.

Cola?!

It's still iced?!

She begged Song Han for this sugary drink several times, but Song Han always said that the stock was tight and wouldn't let her drink it.

Where did this kid come from?!

Even Song Han, who had been calm all along, couldn't help but twitch her eye.

Looking at Lu Fan's expression that seemed to say, "I have plenty of these," he suddenly felt a little uncertain.

Just who is this person?

They could pull out this kind of hard currency with ease, and judging from their expression, they didn't seem to care at all!

"cough!"

Song Han took a deep breath and forced a stiff smile.

"You flatter me, sir. It was my poor hospitality that caused you trouble!"

He turned to look at Uncle Zhong standing at the door, his tone tinged with a hint of heartache:

"Uncle Zhong, go to the supply depot and get three cans of cola!"

You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub.

In order to win over such a powerful figure, it's necessary to bleed a little!

Soon, Uncle Zhong returned carrying three cans of Coke.

Song Han took the cola, gave one can to Shen Qingyue, and then pushed one can to Lu Fan.

There was only one can left, and he was about to give it to Uncle Zhong when Uncle Zhong declined.

"I'm getting old, and drinking too many carbonated drinks will cause osteoporosis. Young Master Song, you can drink it yourself!"

"I don't like sweet drinks either..."

Song Han was preparing to take back the can of cola, even if she didn't drink it herself, it would be good to keep it in stock.

Snapped!

A large hand reached out and snatched the can of cola with lightning speed.

"Oh, Mr. Song, you're too kind!"

Ignoring Song Han's momentary freeze, Lu Fan opened both cans of cola with a few quick snaps.

"Since the old man isn't drinking, I'll drink it for him! Let's not waste it!"

After saying that, he grabbed a can in each hand and drank it down in one gulp.

belch--!

A long, gassy burp echoed unabashedly in the reception room.

"Cool!"

Lu Fan wiped his mouth, picked up his fork, speared some luncheon meat, and chewed it vigorously, saying indistinctly:

"Young Master Song, you're so generous! Let's talk business after we've eaten! Um... is there anything else? Two more cans, please?"

Song Han gripped the fork tightly in her hand, her eyes twitching slightly.

This is blatant extortion!

Seeing the other person's gluttonous eating habits, like a bandit entering a village, Song Han took three deep breaths before suppressing the urge to smash the plate in the other person's face, and said in a deep voice.

"...Let's get down to business!"