Apocalypse Cockroach Chapter 82: It feels good to be a man!

Chapter 82: It feels good to be a man!

Zhang Xiao Qiang looked at Yuan Yi who was cleaner now, without that pungent smell and nodded his head in satisfaction. He then pulled out his Type 54 handgun and handed it to her.

“Take it, you have the qualifications to use it now!” Yang Ke’er had just walked in after her 3rd trip and she heard that familiar phrase. Her heart was immediately dissatisfied. This was what Zhang Xiao Qiang had said to her when she killed her first zombie. Now he was saying it to Yuan Yi, maybe he really had some designs on her?! No, this cannot be! She had to keep a lookout for this Yuan Yi, ‘Hmph, this sister still has not gotten her taste, I’ll definitely not let this vixen steal my hubby!”

Yuan Yi received the handgun with agitated emotions. It was the first time that she had truly felt joy since the apocalypse. Zhang Xiao Qiang had allowed her to bathe and change, which already made her very happy. Now, he was giving his gun to her, and there was an indescribable joy within her. The gun was a priceless item, especially in this apocalypse. Just one alone could be exchanged for a few women more beautiful than her. She was speechless with grat.i.tude and started to promise silently…..

“I might have accepted you, but it does not mean that my dislike of you is gone! Don’t ask me why! I don’t know myself! What are you standing there for? Go help move!!” Zhang Xiao Qiang saw Yuan Yi s.p.a.cing out and began to berate her, asking her to move.

While he did say he didn’t know why he hated her, he was extremely clear in his heart. There was only the simple reason that Yuan Yi was taller than him. As a macho man, he could not stand it.

Yuan Yi immediately kept the gun in her pockets and started transporting the boxes. Although Zhang Xiao Qiang had reiterated his dislike for her, it had no effect on her now. Her body might be tired right now, even with the weight of the boxes, there was a spring to her steps.

“The young take the toil of the elders”*. Zhang Xiao Qiang was naturally slacking when he could. He hummed a tune and grabbed an apple, taking a bite without even cleaning it. He saw a box that had some red wine within and opened it to take a look. Oh? Seems unfamiliar? What brand is this?

He brought one bottle up and noticed everything was in English. He was basically illiterate when it came to English, not even knowing if there were 26 or 27 alphabets. The only phrase he knew was S, E, X or S, E, X, Y. These were the 2 things he used in his travels online. He couldn’t even remember if his English teacher was male or female.

He turned the bottle around, only to notice that there was a [Mousse Wine] written there. It seemed to have been imported from France. “Truly rotten” Zhang Xiao Qiang muttered, as he opened it up and took a gulp, “What’s the difference anyway?”

He didn’t know how to savor wine and naturally, could not tell the difference between imported and local wine. He threw the bottle to the ground, causing the contents to spill on the ground. He proceeded to walk out, there were over a hundred bottles anyway, this couldn’t be considered as wasteful.

He plucked out his half-Beast Horn Spear from the D-Type and saw a huge redwood door locked shut opposite. There wasn’t a single sign on the door, and seeing that there might be a treasure within, his heart skipped a beat.

He used the Beast Horn Spear to destroy the lock easily, before kicking the door wide open. The redwood door creaked loudly as it swung.

It was dark inside, and there were countless boxes stacked neatly together. Zhang Xiao Qiang casually opened one box, noting that there were 4 smaller ones inside, 2 red and 2 green.

Zhang Xiao Qiang used his Nokia to light up the area, taking a clearer look. On the red boxes, there were the words “Dried Sausages” and on the green boxes, “Dried Mushrooms”. He tore them open, and the Dried Sausages box indeed contained some dried pork meat, sausages and other parts of pigs.

As for the Dried Mushrooms box, there were a few different varieties of mushrooms, including edible tree fungus, portobellos, etc. When Zhang Xiao Qiang saw all these, he became excited. The dried mushrooms could be taken as vegetables, and the dried sausages would not spoil quickly, which meant they could consume them for the time being.

Zhang Xiao Qiang continued further in until he reached the middle of the room, where there were many woven bags. These woven bags had the words ‘Thai Rice’ printed on them and were filled to the brim, each bag likely weighing at least 25kg.

Seeing the neatly packed rice sacks, he counted at least 100 of them, which meant that there were at least 5,000 jins of rice. Behind the rice sacks, there were a few more cartons that were packed with other fruits. It seemed that the warehouse was stocking up on products to be given out to the workers for the new years. However, before they had the chance to do so, disaster had struck. Now, Zhang Xiao Qiang stood to gain them all.

There were a few other items packed at the corner of the warehouse, containing a few light blue overalls and work clothes. The material was thick, and they felt better than the military uniforms that Zhang Xiao Qiang had on. There were even some antiseptic and boots for both s.e.xes, and they seemed to be actual military-grade boots. Zhang Xiao Qiang immediately took off his peeling sports shoes and switched to the boots. He took a walk in them and felt extremely comfortable.

As he looked at the items within, he began calculating. If he brought this much back, he would have to give Brother Long and Chen Yi some. He would also have to give some to He Wen Bin and the rest to try. By the end, he would have nothing left, wasn’t it disadvantageous for him?

Zhang Xiao Qiang had never let go off his original personality. He had never thought of stealing any men amongst those criminals, and he would always approach a situation from a ‘will-i-lost-out-or-not” standpoint. Furthermore, he was a bit of a miser and naturally disliked bringing things back only to share.

“I’ll separate the items in 2 vehicles, 1 will have less of the longer lasting items, and more of the perishables like the apples. Half of the rice and oil can be packed as well. The rest, I’ll hide them!” After coming to a decision, he walked out.

Yang Ke’er and the other 2 ladies were resting outside the door. Yuan Yi and Su Qian were extremely exhausted. Yang Ke’er was also somewhat calling out for rest. The time was still early, and they had already moved all the apples. They were now transporting the oil, and since he knew they didn’t dare slack off, he threw them a bag of candy as a form of reward.

Yang Ke’er whooped in delight and tore the bag open, taking one up and immediately ate it. Yuan Yi also walked up boldly, grabbing a handful before she walked to one side and ate her share. Su Qian was slightly more nervous, taking up those that Yang Ke’er had dropped and hid one side to consume them.

“En, after you guys have rested enough, move everything inside these 2 warehouses out, but don’t load them up yet!” Zhang Xiao Qiang spoke to them in a casual tone.

Yang Ke’er began to complain loudly.

“There are some of your favorite things in there, like dried sausages and rice!” Zhang Xiao Qiang was like a perverted lecher trying to trick a little kid as he tempted Yang Ke’er, who sadly, was immediately hooked when she heard those items. Her eyes were filled with images of dried sausages. As for the other 2, Zhang Xiao Qiang basically ignored them.

Yang Ke’er was not exhausted in the first place, she had just taken the opportunity to slack. Now that there was motivation, she began to transport with renewed vigor. Yuan Yi and Su Qian followed behind and did not seem to mind Zhang Xiao Qiang’s idle posture outside.

He was like the lion of a pack, where the lionesses would hunt and rear the young, while the leader of the pride just sat around and lazed. Such a feeling made Zhang Xiao Qiang oddly pleased, ah, it feels good to be a man!

*有弟子服其劳 – An actual Confucian a.n.a.lect

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