Shun Yuan Gold Recycling.
Not far from the neighborhood where Zhou Qiang lives, a not-so-small billboard appeared on a storefront.
Zhou Qiang stood in the doorway wearing a mask and tried to make himself as natural as possible before walking in.
The gold store was cold, with only one slightly fat owner slumped over the counter, watching a video on his cell phone.
Seeing Zhou Qiang come in, the other party professionally flashed a smile.
"Brother, do you want to buy or sell the gold?"
He wasn't surprised to see Zhou Qiang wearing a mask, it was too normal for young people to wear a mask these days.
Some non-mainstream young people, still cite this as a fad.
Besides, people who come to him always have some hard feelings.
Zhou Qiang swept a glance at this counter, which displayed some gold jewelry, not a lot, and the workmanship was relatively rough, the probability is that it is used to avoid people's ears.
"Sold."
Zhou Qiang spared no words.
The owner's eyes couldn't help but light up as he stepped out from the counter and became enthusiastic, "Come inside with me."
After more than ten minutes, Zhou Qiang left.
And this boss, becoming cheerful.
Today's recycling is worth a month's worth of his usual volume.
The point is that at that price, he's making a lot of money.
......
Zhou Qiang rode a shared bicycle around the city.
Every time I passed a small gold store, or a pawn shop, I would go in for a bit and quickly leave.
It wasn't until late afternoon that Zhou Qiang got rid of the gold he had gotten from this trip to the end times.
"Two million five hundred thousand."
Looking at the balance in his bank account, Zhou Qiang revealed a smile.
It was the same as he had envisioned.
This some informal gold recycling, price pressure is very strong, Zhou Qiang hands of gold in the average transaction price of only 280 yuan a gram.
That's a big difference compared to today's $375 gold price.
Zhou Qiang was just an ordinary person, he didn't have special channels and had no bargaining power at all.
In many cases, Zhou Qiang is on the weaker side.
Anyone else might have wrestled with this.
Zhou Qiang, however, will not.
There is so much gold in the end times that this is just a drop in the ocean.
This kind of cheap sale for the quickest way to get money.
Compared to what's coming next in the end times, what's this little loss in front of us?
With the zombie manufacturing system, the early stage is of course to find a way to quickly create more zombies for their own use.
Money is just a set of numbers when it comes time for the walkers to raid the entire city.
What's more, this is only in the early stages that this kind of way will be used, when Zhou Qiang has more money in his hands, there will be more room to maneuver.
So there's no point in dwelling on that loss.
"Keiko, I'm here."
On his cell phone, he received a message from Lee Camp.
"Camp Lee, I'm coming over now."
Zhou Qiang replied, and then rode his shared bicycle to the old place he and Li Ying frequented, a big stall with a good flavor.
Ten minutes or so later, Zhou Qiang arrived.
"Keiko, here."
Li Ying stood up and waved his hand when he saw Zhou Qiang.
Zhou Qiang parked the shared bicycle, walked over, and without politeness, pulled out the chair and sat down, picking up the kebabs that had been ordered long ago and ate them.
Li Ying poured Zhou Qiang a glass of beer and said, "Qiang Zi, are things really settled?"
Zhou Qiang nodded and smiled, "Actually, it was my parents who tricked me into going back for a blind date."
It was impossible to tell anyone about the zombie manufacturing system.
The excuse of a blind date is indeed perfect.
At his age, it was indeed time to consider some of these things.
When Li Ying heard that Zhou Qiang was tricked by his parents to go back to the blind date, he burst out laughing and was overjoyed.
It was only a moment later that he was able to stifle his laughter and asked, "Well, did it work out?"
"Into the fart, no car, no house, no savings, three noes, how can it be?" Zhou Qiang revealed a bitter smile.
This is a topic that is heavy on most people.
Li Ying patted Zhou Qiang's shoulder and raised his cup, "Don't say anything, drink!"
After the two of them toasted, Li Ying said, "Work hard, I see that this Lu Yao still has a good feeling about you, maybe you two will be a success?"
Thinking of Lu Yao, Zhou Qiang revealed a smile.
This is a woman who makes him feel good.
But who can say about this thing called fate?
"Lee Camp, I may have to resign."
This matter was considered very clearly by Zhou Qiang, who possessed the zombie manufacturing system, and was already out of the range of ordinary people.
There is no point in continuing to work.
The zombie manufacturing system has a mandatory time, it's not up to him, time's up, he'll be teleported.
You can't just take a vacation when the time comes, can you?
Resignation is the best thing to do.
Li Ying was surprised, "Qiang Zi, why do you want to quit your job properly?"
Zhou Qiang smiled faintly, looking at the streets after nightfall, where the lights are brilliant traffic, but an ordinary person, in this city, all this is destined to have nothing to do with him.
"I want to break in while I'm young now."
He pointed at the street and said to Li Ying, "If we still settle for the status quo, when will we be able to buy a house and a car? We won't be able to own our own house in this city for the rest of our lives."
"I don't want to settle for life."
"Don't wait until you're old and return home in ashes, facing the dirt."
This is sort of an excuse for Zhou Qiang to resign, but how is it not what Zhou Qiang used to be inside?
It used to be hopeless.
Now that he has a choice, Zhou Qiang will of course go for a fight.
With a chance to change, Zhou Qiang would never be afraid of the end times even if they were treacherous.
Lee Camp was silent.
Only after a long time, he was putting his arm around Zhou Qiang's shoulder and raising his cup of wine, "Nothing more to say, brother supports your idea."
......
The two men drank until ten o'clock before they left with a little drunkenness.
Zhou Qiang took out his cell phone and transferred twenty thousand to his sister.
It's not that I don't want to give more, I'd have to go through the trouble of making excuses for more.
The money had only been transferred when his sister Zhou Ning's message arrived, "Brother, how come there's so much?"
Zhou Qiang smiled and replied, "Your brother signed a big contract, the bonus will be 50,000, and the supervisor applied upward to mention my salary, so you can take it without worrying about it, change your cell phone, and then eat when you should eat, don't aggravate yourself."
Even cajoling, only finally is to let Zhou Ning believe in peace of mind income of this 20,000 yuan.
Returning to the rental house, Zhou Qiang did not go to bed the first time after taking a shower, and was lying on the bed, pushing through what he was going to do next.
There were still two and a half days until the next transmission.
It may seem like a lot of time, but when you think about it, it's a lot of time, and there's a lot to do.
It's easy if you resign.
Just don't ask for a paycheck, a message will do the trick.
But Zhou Qiang thought about much more than some of these things, the experience of these three days made Zhou Qiang realize the ferocity of the end times.
The attack and defense of an ordinary zombie was simply weak.
Sneak attack behind the back knife is okay, if you meet a genetically mutated mutant zombie, you will be killed in an instant.
"So, first step, find a way to arm the walkers?"
Zhou Qiang stroked his chin, thinking.
Like building shields, armor, and the like for walkers with more handy weapons.
A zombie in alloy armor must be a big killer among the zombie hordes, right?