How does Zhang Ye respond to the messages from the female property owners?
He merely glances at these amusing short compositions and can't be bothered to reply.
Of course, there are a few audacious ones who directly send him private selfies.
Zhang Ye casually looks at them with little interest.
Mainly because these women are overly confident. While a few look decent, the majority are rather ordinary.
They're nothing like the female anchors on a certain platform, who have professionally practiced how to sway their waists and hips. There's nothing interesting to see.
Testing men with this?
Can a few men resist such a test?
As for the private intentions of some male residents, that is even simpler.
It's not about brotherhood, calling him big brother or little brother, and then asking Zhang Ye for help.
It's some old men engaging in moral blackmail, asking Zhang Ye to take care of them.
What's more disgusting is that there's even a gay!
As for his demands... Zhang Ye doesn't want to discuss that.
After a quick glance, Zhang Ye finds it boring.
He grabs a phone stand, places the phone in front of him, hoping for some creative ideas to emerge.
Then, he lies on the sofa, sipping red wine, eating foie gras, and enjoying the beautiful snow outside the window.
Half a month has passed, and the snow outside the window still shows no sign of stopping.
The entire city is completely covered in heavy snow. According to Zhang Ye's memory, after a month of snowfall, everything below the fourth floor was submerged.
As for how much longer it will snow, he is not sure.
However, he really has no need to go out.
Going out is to seek the hope of survival, but now, no one knows where they can survive except Zhang Ye.
Leaning on his chin, Zhang Ye lazily murmurs, "Staying at home every day is quite boring. Why not go out for a while when everyone in this building has died?"
When the people in this building are mostly dead, he can go out for a stroll.
After some thought, Zhang Ye suddenly remembers that there are several snowmobiles in his warehouse.
Originally, they were to be transported to a nearby city for use in an artificial snow and ice field.
In this way, even if there's ten meters of snow outside, he still has a way to go out.
"Although I can't leave this room now, with this method, I can go out for some fresh air when it's safe."
Zhang Ye is somewhat interested.
Being at home all the time can be occasionally boring. Going out for relaxation is not a bad idea.
He has a professional-grade cold-resistant suit and snowmobiles. Even at minus sixty or seventy degrees, he is not afraid.
Zhang Ye continues to browse through the messages from the neighbors, feeling bored.
Among these people, there is one person's message that catches Zhang Ye's attention.
The message sent by Zhou Ke'er is not about begging or sending private photos, but a very calm proposition to exchange with Zhang Ye.
"Mr. Zhang, recently our food and medicine at home are running out. I hope you can provide some help. In return, I can offer medical assistance to you later."
"Zhou Ke'er?"
Zhang Ye's mind quickly conjures up her appearance.
She is a female doctor from the First People's Hospital of Tianhai City, 26 years old, tall and slender, at least 175 centimeters in height.
What impressed Zhang Ye the most was not her cold, restrained, beautiful face, but her impressive 36D figure.
Especially in winter, when wearing a black sweater, the uplifted appearance every time he encountered her in the elevator made Zhang Ye unable to help but take a few more glances.
"Indeed, a person doing medicine, very rational. She did not beg for charity, but proposed an exchange, right?"
Zhang Ye appreciates Zhou Ke'er's attitude.
In the apocalypse, only people with value have the qualification to survive.
And Zhou Ke'er has shown her value, which is her superb medical skills.
After all, without a certain level of ability, it's impossible to be employed at the First People's Hospital of Tianhai City.
In the apocalypse, medical skills are also very important.
Although Zhang Ye has prepared a lot of medicine and has been studying in this area during this time, he still does not have the self-confidence to believe that he can handle all diseases.
If there is a doctor by his side, it undoubtedly provides a great guarantee for his future survival in the apocalypse.
Most importantly, Zhang Ye has inspected Zhou Ke'er's humanity.
In the previous life, the reason she died was that she gave the food to Xie Limei.
Whether it was out of complete despair or true kindness, at least Zhang Ye saw the brilliance of humanity in her.
Zhang Ye's left hand is placed at the root of his thigh, adjusting his posture.
The other hand holds up his chin as he mutters to himself, "Maybe I should keep her to take care of me and my good brother?"
"Although I'm living quite comfortably now, my brother is having a tough time, and that's a problem."
Zhang Ye is a young man full of vitality, and he won't shy away from this kind of problem.
Moreover, in a world where morality and rituals have disappeared in the apocalypse, there is no need for humans to live too repressed. It's better to honestly face their desires.
"Hahaha!"
Zhang Ye suddenly burst into laughter.
He clapped the armrest and said, "It's quite tempting, but unfortunately, it's a pity!"
He looked up at the ceiling and said leisurely, "I'm very afraid of death. Although Zhou Ke'er is a considerate choice, I can't be sure of having full control over her, so I can't let her in."
"Ah, let's see first!"
"In the future, there will definitely be survivors. With our excellent conditions, it's not
difficult to find a good doctor and a good woman, right?"
Zhang Ye is quite open-minded, truly a man who has experienced death once.
He replies to Zhou Ke'er, "I'm healthy now and don't need a doctor. But there are indeed many medicines at home, not to mention food."
"If you want to exchange, at least bring out something useful to me now."
Whether you are a beautiful and talented doctor, don't think about freeloading from me!
When has old Zhang ever made a loss-making deal?
There was a long silence on the other side before Zhang Ye received a reply.
"Consider it a prepayment for the consultation fee? I... I really can't hold on any longer."
Zhou Ke'er's tone carries a hint of hesitation and a bit of embarrassment.
It can be seen that if it weren't for having no other choice, she wouldn't easily plead with a not-so-familiar man.
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Ye says to her, "I can provide you with food and medicine. But you have to do me a favor."
"What favor?"
Zhou Ke'er asks.
Zhang Ye says, "These neighbors are probably going to make a move on me. If you know how they plan to act, just let me know."
Zhang Ye knows that these crazy neighbors will definitely come to attack his house.
But he is not afraid.
When he built this steel fortress, he spent so much money, personally selecting many features.
The purpose is to wait for this day to come!
At this moment, his home is like a slightly weaker fortress of war.
Even if a group of armed soldiers wants to break into his home, it's impossible without heavy weapons.
Not to mention these neighbors, who have been hungry and frozen for half a month, barely clinging to life.
He proposed such conditions just to find an excuse for Zhou Ke'er.
Moreover, having an insider is always an extra layer of insurance, allowing him to prepare early.