The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

Mr. Ma didn't say much about it and casually put the bag in his hand on the table.

"Xiao Shen, these are the snacks I bought when I went to the main city to place an order."

"One for you and one for Master Jiang."

...

"Wow?"

"Snacks from the main city!"

"Thank you, Mr. Ma!"

Shen Zhaozhao's mood immediately brightened, but when she thought of one of her bosses, an indignant expression appeared on her face, and she couldn't help but poke her finger a little deeper.

It's as if the boss is right there in the basin.

At that moment, after leaving the duck blood shop, Ma Bochang turned around and glanced at the signboard behind him.

I remembered what I had just seen.

If I'm not mistaken...

That must be the fluctuation of a power user. Although it's very weak, even the weakest power is a symbol of a leap in status for ordinary people...

It is clear.

This girl doesn't understand this.

Considering the girl's family situation, Ma Bochang subconsciously took out his phone.

I'm about to make a phone call.

But by the time people left the market, the phone numbers had already been retrieved.

Suddenly, the image of that slaughterhouse worker, Master Jiang, flashed through my mind, but after thinking about it, I decided against it.

Everyone has their own destiny, and perhaps they don't want it to be revealed.

At this time.

Ma Bochang saw a young girl carrying a large sack walking along the outer edge of the market, heading to the side.

"Master Jiang," he called out.

He watched as the girl turned around blankly, met his gaze, and smiled.

"Mr. Ma?"

"The goods are back?"

...

"Yes."

"I also brought you some snacks, which I left at the shop."

"You can try it later."

"I guarantee it will taste delicious."

As he spoke, Ma Bochang's gaze involuntarily fell on the sack on the girl's back.

I couldn't help but ask.

"What are you doing...?"

...

"Yes, I went to the flea market this morning."

"I bought a rosewood bed frame."

Bed board?

Through the gaps in the burlap sack's binding rope, Ma Bochang could indeed see a deep, dark color.

It's clearly made of a special material.

So, is this type of wood used for your bed frame?

Just as he was about to speak, his gaze was drawn to the white bone bound by rope.

It's about 60 or 70 centimeters tall.

It has a smooth texture and is crystal clear throughout.

It looks like a good product.

Subconsciously, he asked a question.

"Girl, your bones..."

"I bought it online too," Xiao Jiang said with a simple smile.

"15 yuan each, I'll use them as chew toys for my cat."

Teething stick?

Ma Bochang's eyebrows twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but then he noticed the black gear on the girl's wrist.

I wonder if she sensed his gaze.

The little girl smiled and shook her arm.

Is it pretty?

I bought it for 9.9.

Ma Bochang remained silent.

A while later.

Before parting, he couldn't help but ask one more question.

"Master Jiang..."

"Well, I also quite enjoy browsing old streets and black markets."

"Could you share the location of that flea market with me...?"

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at the same time.

In the office of the highest-ranking official in the Eastern Seventh District.

Li Chengcheng sat behind his desk, head down, looking at the document in his hand, his brows furrowed.

"The old town area".

"The First Hospital renovation approval... a three-story building, twelve million?"

"Is this floor paved with gold?"

He greeted them in a low voice, but then noticed the words "long-tongued monster" and "special forces team" on the sign.

In the end, he still signed his name.

Then the next one.

"Food poisoning has occurred in the canteens of three schools and four organizations in the new urban area?"

"How do these people from the district supervisory bureau usually do their jobs?"

He greeted them again.

Then he signed the regulatory document, put it aside, and casually moved on to the next one.

……

At this time.

There was a knock on the office door, followed by a steady "beep beep" sound.

But Li Chengcheng didn't even raise his head.

"Come in."

Then.

The door opened, and a middle-aged man carrying a beret walked in with a smile on his face.

“Li Qu…”

"Are you busy?"

Upon hearing the voice, Li Chengcheng looked up at the person who had entered and smiled.

I put down my pen and stood up.

"So it's Chairman Lu."

"Please, please, please."

After finishing his sentence, he gestured to the sofa next to him, inviting them to join him.

Then, he turned around and took out two teacups from the tea cabinet next to him.

“Perfect timing. I came back from the main city yesterday and brought back some tea from the Bald Mountain Tea Factory.”

"Try it and see how it is."

Upon hearing this...

The middle-aged man waved his hands repeatedly.

"Hey Li Qu, we're all brothers, no need to be so polite."

As he spoke, he took a small bag out of his bag.

"Come on, drink mine."

"Seaweed tea brought from the West Third District..."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while.

Seeing that Li Chengcheng was unwilling to accept his tea.

The middle-aged man eventually shook his head in resignation.

"Fine."

"Since District Li doesn't like it, let's try something different next time."

These words made Li Chengcheng's expression harden, but he didn't say anything. He simply picked up the kettle, poured a glass of water, and then asked with a smile:

"President Lu."

"Are you here today because there's a new project coming to our East Seventh District?"

……

Half an hour later.

Li Chengcheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his office.

I leaned down and watched as the beret below got into a black car and gradually disappeared from view.

His brows were furrowed deeply.

"What does the troop movement in the city have to do with a mere president of a chamber of commerce in the main city?"

Worried about investment security?

“When the long-tongued monster was causing such a ruckus before, I didn’t see him caring about safety at all.”

"Now they're concerned."

"You're kidding me."

A certain supreme leader's mouth was filled with fragrance.

but.

After greeting others about their family tree.

He still picked up his phone and made a call.