I'll Settle the Wasteland

When I woke up, the first thing I saw wasn’t a cup. It was the sky. There were two suns in it. My name is Zhou Xuan. I’ve worked in sales for sixteen years. I can’t fight, I can’t use a knife, and I don’t own a single decent weapon. The only thing I have is a pair of eyes: one look, and I know what the person across from me wants. Two groups were about to fight over a pile of rubble in the wasteland. I held up five fingers, and the fight went by my rules. Out here, nobody asks who you are. They only ask how much water, food, or how many lives that little something in your hands is worth. The power to set the price is the power to live. And in the most chaotic places in the world, what’s in shortest supply is someone who can smooth things over. I’m here to smooth things over.