New Order Plan

Old Yang knew he was finished.

But he wanted to die knowing why.

But Ye Wan'an didn't give him that chance.

The water blade in his hand flashed by, and Old Yang's head rolled off his shoulder.

Jiang Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, and the murderous intent in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Ye Wan'an dragged Old Yang's body into the pond and kicked his head in as well.

After he finished, he squatted by the water and washed his hands as if nothing had happened.

"Did you take leave to come?"

Jiang Qingshan asked, half-jokingly.

Clearly, Ye Wan'an didn't come with him, nor was he summoned by Lao Yang.

This kid came specifically to kill Old Yang, it was just a coincidence.

Ye Wan'an shook his hand, stood up and said, "It's my day off today."

"Then there's no need to deduct wages."

Jiang Qingshan picked up the fishing gear from the shore, glanced at the bamboo basket, and saw that it contained several large grass carp.

His face relaxed as he said, "Let's go, senior will treat you to grilled fish."

"Can it be braised?"

"..."

Sweet and sour is fine too.

Ye Wan'an licked his lips, and his stomach growled.

Jiang Qingshan smiled and nodded, and the two walked together toward the gate.

As he passed the gatehouse, Jiang Qingshan suddenly turned back.

He thought for a moment, then kicked open the door, went inside and rummaged through drawers and cabinets for a while, finally returning with two stacks of banknotes.

"It's my treat, a whole fish feast."

Jiang Qingshan waved the 20,000 United Coins in his hand and stuffed 10,000 of them into Ye Wan'an's hand.

Ye Wan'an paused for a few seconds, then silently put the money into his pocket.

The two exchanged a smile and quickly descended Mount Lu.

Upon arriving in town, Jiang Qingshan found a small restaurant and handed the fish over to the owner to cook.

The restaurant was doing brisk business, and there happened to be only one empty table left.

The two sat down, and Ye Wan'an poured tea, silently observing his surroundings.

Seeing this, Jiang Qingshan asked, "Are you going home later?"

"There is such a plan."

"I ran into Old Ye on the airship when I came here. He's planning to go to the disaster zone with the pioneer team. You should know what the situation is like there. You should try to persuade him."

Jiang Qingshan sipped the inferior tea and spoke very seriously.

Level 1 users are in their original state after awakening, and do not yet possess any special abilities or techniques.

The strength type simply means having great strength, exceeding the limits of normal humans.

Under extreme stress, an ordinary person can unleash their potential in a short period of time and lift a small car from one side.

However, this outburst is a result of adrenaline secretion, and it can cause very serious physical damage after it ends.

Those with the first-level power-type ability do not have such worries; they can do it easily.

But this is only relative to ordinary people.

If placed in a disaster zone overrun by monsters, their survival skills are actually no different from those of ordinary people.

Every year, countless pioneering teams are wiped out in the disaster zone.

The wave of expansion into the disaster zone is just like the gold rush that once occurred in the western hemisphere before the nuclear era; life and death are truly determined by fate and wealth is determined by heaven!

"Hmm?" Ye Wan'an asked with a slightly surprised expression, "When did you two meet?"

"A chance encounter."

"..."

Ye Wan'an nodded and did not ask any further questions.

Jiang Qingshan didn't explain, but changed the subject and asked, "How are you feeling now?"

"Nothing will happen."

Ye Wan'an was silent for a moment, then spoke in a calm tone.

Jiang Qingshan responded with a sound of agreement and said nothing more.

Just then, a muscular, bald man with a fierce face walked in through the door.

He walked cheerfully to the food counter, leaned against the counter, and craned his neck to ask loudly, "Da Liang, do you want to rent a new energy stove?"

"How much?"

"Your gas stove must cost you at least seven or eight thousand a month in gas bills, but I'll only charge you five thousand a month for this one. Is that a reasonable price?"

"Make it cheaper."

"Everyone else is charging this price, I need to make money too, and besides, this stove is a multi-functional smart stove, it's definitely great value for money."

The man was enthusiastically promoting his product.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingshan asked Ye Wan'an, "What is a new energy multi-functional intelligent stove?"

Ye Wan'an shook his head.

He'd never heard of this thing before; he figured it was some new product developed by some company that had given it such a misleading name.

Jiang Qingshan was somewhat curious.

A moment later, a middle-aged man wearing a chef's hat came out of the kitchen, wiped his hands, and said to the bald man, "Let me check the goods first."

"Okay, wait a moment."

The man turned and jogged away.

A few minutes later, the man returned, followed by a timid-looking boy.

The boy was sallow and thin, wearing ill-fitting, tattered sportswear, with messy hair, his hands folded in front of him, and his eyes somewhat vacant and dull.

"I just got this recently. It's all in good health and mentally sound. You can just use it. I'll take care of all the other formalities."

The bald man patted the boy's thin shoulder and ordered, "Come on, show Boss Liang the function."

The boy obediently stretched out his hand, clenched it into a fist, and then slowly opened it. In an instant, a flame rose from his palm.

As the fingers slowly opened, the flame gradually grew larger.

Until the last five fingers were fully extended, the flame erupted, accompanied by a slight whistling sound, and changed from yellowish-white to bluish-purple.

A wave of heat emanated from the boy's hands, and the temperature inside the restaurant rose rapidly.

Upon seeing this, the bald man slapped the boy hard across the face and yelled, "Do you want to burn someone alive?"

The boy snapped out of his daze and quickly extinguished the flames.

Boss Liang nodded, looking fairly satisfied.

The bald man then seized the opportunity to say, "This fire is much stronger than your broken gas stove. You can even control the flame size with your voice. You don't have to worry about gas leaks. It's safe, convenient, energy-saving, and smart."

"It's not bad..."

"What? The price is already very cheap."

"I mean... are there any other models?"

Boss Liang rubbed his nose and asked mysteriously.

The bald man immediately understood and gave him a "I get you" look.

He leaned closer and chuckled, "Of course we have them, but the other model isn't this price."

How much do you want?

"Low-end models cost 3,000, mid-range models cost 5,000, and high-end models range from 10,000 to 50,000."

"Cough cough cough..."

After hesitating for a while, Boss Liang made a decision: "Then I'll take the mid-range one."

"Okay, but I don't have this model on hand. I'll have to get it from the company. You'll need to pay a deposit of three thousand, and I'll deliver it to your door tomorrow."

"Okay, remember to pick a good one."

"Don't worry, we're from the same town, would I ever cheat you?"

The bald man patted his chest and solemnly assured him.

Boss Liang didn't say anything more, turned around and went to the back kitchen to get three thousand United Coins and handed them over to the other party.

The bald man didn't count the money; he pocketed it, then pulled the boy aside, said goodbye, and turned to leave.

Just then, an arm stretched out from the seat at the dining table and blocked the aisle.

"What's up?"

"I asked the bald man."