The world has entered the Great Ice Age, the temperature has plummeted to minus 50 degrees, and human civilization collapsed in the blizzard.
When the former rich man sold his dignity for a piece of moldy bread, Lin Zhou sat in a top-level villa with a constant temperature of 26 degrees, looking through the "talent resume" in his hand.
His doomsday supermarket has unlimited supplies, but his threshold is extremely cold:
Aloof female CEO? I went to take care of the accounts, and I was just one penny away from running out of food.
Violent policewoman? Go on patrol and roll into the blizzard if you can't hold the wall.
A genius boy? Errand investigation is just a burden if it cannot prove its value.
"Lin Zhou, I used to have tens of billions of dollars, and you actually asked me to wash the dishes?"
"Here, you have only two identities: either a useful tool or a frozen corpse."
Lin Zhou held a cigarette in his mouth and looked coldly: My refuge does not support idlers.
[Extreme cold survival + material crushing + egoism + decisive killing]
