“Pfft, just ten pieces of bread and I’m rich…” Tang Wanyue couldn’t help but laugh happily.
“Of course! If one bread costs 2.5, then ten breads would be…” Tang Cheng immediately started calculating on his fingers, “Oh man, that number is so big, I can’t even figure it out!”
25 yuan was a staggering amount of money for Tang Cheng!
Just think about it—25 yuan is 25 times one yuan! Twenty-five times! The Earth’s diameter is only four times that of the Moon, so 25 times is an unimaginably huge number!
“Hahaha, you’re not trying to make me laugh on purpose, are you?” Tang Wanyue chuckled, the happiest she’d been since the disaster.
“You really are a rich young lady, Tang Wanyue!” Tang Cheng was now fully convinced.
“I can’t really be called a young lady. My parents are managers at a company… I just don’t know how they’re doing now…” Speaking of her parents, Tang Wanyue’s eyes instantly darkened, tears welling up.
“It’s okay, they must have evacuated long ago!” Tang Cheng comforted her from the side. “For when you see them again, you have to stay strong.”
“Yeah, thank you, classmate.” Tang Wanyue looked at Tang Cheng gratefully. She knew that without him, she probably would have died already.
“I’m going to search this building now. You block the door.” Tang Cheng grabbed his gun and turned to leave.
“Oh, classmate, could you help me find my bag? It’s in the milk tea shop on this floor.” Tang Wanyue called out to the turning Tang Cheng. “There’s a birthday pendant from my mom inside…”
“In the milk tea shop, got it.” Tang Cheng immediately agreed.
“If it’s too dangerous, then don’t bother. Please don’t risk yourself because of me!” Tang Wanyue said seriously. Even though the pendant was very important to her, she didn’t want Tang Cheng to take any risks for her.
“Alright, I’m off then.”
“Be careful.”
With that, Tang Cheng left the corridor near the steakhouse and bookstore cafe and headed toward the center of the floor.
This floor was full of dining establishments. The steakhouse and bookstore cafe were on the southern side. On the right were the elevators and stairs, but those were already blocked by zombies, as the escape exits inevitably attracted large hordes.
There were many shops on the floor—Italian, French, English restaurants, and so on, plus a milk tea shop and specialized pastry shops. They were mostly gathered in the central and three other sides of the floor.
Miss Chu Ruoyun, a refined young lady, had dined here many times before, but whenever Tang Cheng accompanied her, he could only stand by and watch her eat. Occasionally, when she was in a good mood, she would give him some of the leftover noodles on her plate.
That spoiled young lady only wanted to torment herself. If you counted indirect KISSES, Tang Cheng had lost track of how many times it had happened. Basically, any food she ate, he had the luck to taste a bit of too.
Of course, Tang Cheng never thought too much about it; filling his stomach was the priority.
In short, Tang Cheng had come to this building many times and was quite familiar with the layout.
He walked forward along the corridors between shops.
At the corner, he saw a Japanese restaurant. He pushed open the door and stepped inside. The place was large, with wooden chairs and square tables, many wooden sliding partitions—full of Japanese style.
“Anyone alive here?”
“If someone’s here, answer me. I’m a zombie—no, wait, I’m a survivor too.”
He carefully searched every partition in the restaurant. It was very quiet inside, no zombies in sight. Looks like they had all run off.
But then he heard faint “clack clack” sounds from the next partition, as if someone was on the other side.