After Listening to the Cat's Voice, Build a Doomsday Safe House
by Sha Manhua
About This Novel
The second before I swiped my card at the Rolex counter, I heard the scream of my pet cat in my arms. Brother Qin! Don't buy this rubbish watch! The zombies are coming in a month! You can neither eat nor smash walnuts with this thing, so why buy it? ! Go buy gasoline! Buy engine oil! I sold my limited-edition yacht and bought it for a heavy-duty excavator! My hand shook, and the multi-million watch almost fell to the ground. The cabinet guy looked at me with disdain, wearing white gloves: "Mr. Qin, if the balance in the card is insufficient, you can come back another day." I ignored him, but looked down at the black cat named "Little Briquettes" nestled in my arms. It is usually arrogant and indifferent, but now it is staring at my card package with its emerald eyes. I didn't have time to talk nonsense with the cabinet guy, so I turned around and dialed the number of Lao Wang, the largest local spare parts market. "Bring me a thousand liters of diesel and five hundred kilograms of compressed biscuits. I want the high-calorie military type! I want it now!" From this moment on, Qin Ye, the top rich young man in the Beijing circle who only played with cars, watches, and sensuality, died. Replaced by Qin Ye, the doomsday survival madman.
What Readers Think
Rating
Community(0)
Rating
Community(0)
