Chapter 64 - 059 - Dreams, These are Still Nightmares

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Chapter 64: Chapter 059 - Dreams, These are Still Nightmares Night. Mengmeng slept soundly, the apocalypse was really unfair to infants; even if they truly wanted to survive, they couldn’t move or protect themselves and only became food for the zombies. Mengmeng was lucky; she had a great mother and was fortunate to have Lin Fan pass by, and fortunate that Lin Fan was a kind person. A table, a desk lamp. Adjusting the brightness of the light. Studying seriously how to become a qualified real estate agent. No matter what job it was, it required effort. He had never worked in real estate, how to start a conversation or how to introduce a property to clients were not things he could just improvise without understanding. After a long time. Awoken by hunger, Mengmeng cried softly; it was already midnight. While holding Mengmeng, he mixed the formula. He had never done the job of a milk father before, and although he was a bit at a loss at the beginning, he gradually got used to it and felt it was okay. He was definitely tired, but his body did not allow him to overwork. Putting Mengmeng back to sleep. Holding a bottle of drink, he stood on the balcony, feeling the breeze. Looking at the night outside, pitch black without a hint of light, silent and vast as wilderness, thankfully, the moon in the sky shed some light, bringing a bit of warmth to the dark night. "Huang City, ah..." At first, he felt a sense of desolation, solitude, and discomfort. But now he was prepared, starting from the Sunshine District, he believed that slowly, it would definitely return to its once bustling state. He was trying hard, and so were the other people in the district. Morning. Lin Fan got up early, went to the kitchen to wash rice and cook porridge, then brushed his teeth and washed his face to look more "Spirit"ful, and picked a nice casual outfit from the wardrobe. The security uniform had been washed the previous night and was now drying on the balcony. The aroma of the porridge wafted through the air. He served himself a bowl and prepared some for Mengmeng, setting it aside to cool. At the dining table, he enjoyed the porridge and ate a hard-boiled egg, peeling it and adding some soy sauce; he loved mixing the egg yolk with soy sauce, the flavor was the best. Living this way in the apocalypse should be manageable. After filling his stomach. He grabbed a spoon, prepared some porridge for Mengmeng, checked the temperature at his lips—it was just right, warm but not too hot. Holding Mengmeng in his arms, he fed her slowly. He was not in a hurry and was patient. "What a cute baby." After the meal, he took Mengmeng to Aunt Li’s place. ... Downstairs, at the fitness equipment area. "Elder gents, good morning," Lin Fan greeted them with a smile; everyone was neighbors, and he was a polite person, so greeting them was quite natural. Old Mr. Wang, while stretching his legs, said with a smile, "Good morning, you look spirited and handsome today. Are you going to distribute flyers and promote properties?" "Yes, I just spoke to the boss about it yesterday, trying to do it part-time, not sure if it will work out." Lin Fan was somewhat confident, modest in front of others. "This old man believes in you, you’re definitely going to succeed," Old Mr. Wang said with a laugh. Boss? Which boss? This content important? Not really. "Oh right, how is your book research going, did you find anything interesting?" Old Mr. Wang looked at Chen He. Chen He smiled awkwardly, "I’m trying hard." He was genuinely trying hard. The arrival of the apocalypse brought disaster to his life, his wife’s dreadful death had left him deeply depressed and in pain, his only consolation was that Tingting was still with him. In his youth, he had watched some apocalyptic movies; for him, without some skills and expertise, how could he rely on others’ help in the apocalypse. Old Mr. Wang had told him that they could live safely in this community all thanks to Lin Fan; you couldn’t just be saved and lie flat, you needed to be useful, to bring some different changes to our community. See the wooden boards sealing the iron gate? That’s something Old Zhou and I did. Don’t think we’re just old and useless, we still shine and bring change to the community. He understood, he knew, so he was really trying, even though the knowledge in those books was a bit profound and not very easy to understand. No matter how baffling it was, he kept learning. Lin Fan waved at Chen He with a smile. Although they were not very familiar, relationships among neighbors were built slowly over time, and he was also counting on Chen He to fix his computer. Who could imagine how painful days without a computer could be? Chen He said to Lin Fan, "I’ve been studying it recently, it’s a bit complicated on the networking side, but I think I should be able to handle it." He wasn’t familiar with Lin Fan yet. All he wanted to show in front of Lin Fan was that he was useful, definitely useful, and could certainly help, not wanting to be seen as useless and be driven away from here with his daughter. He knew. In the post-apocalypse, the most precious thing was resources. At least in Chen He’s heart, he had already considered the Sunshine District as the only place where survival was possible in the post-apocalypse. "No worries, take your time, high technology always requires research." Saying this, Lin Fan waved as he left the district to distribute flyers. He had just started a part-time job, and he must work hard. He needed to earn money. When he had been living alone, he had thought about working hard to earn money because being without money could cause a lot of trouble for others. Like when he could not afford to pay the property management fees. He had pinched his toes until they bled. It was very awkward. To have hands and feet and still find oneself in such a situation was definitely unacceptable. Xinfeng Real Estate. Arriving at the deserted real estate agency, holding flyers, he began searching for potential clients. Although there were many zombies in the streets, he obviously couldn’t just approach a zombie and ask if it wanted to rent a house. That certainly wouldn’t work, not to mention the owners and tenants in the district would never agree. Walking on the quiet streets. He looked around stealthily, like a thief. He wasn’t on the lookout for zombies. But to see if there were any survivors. The dangers of the post-apocalyptic world still lingered; the roaming zombies were not few. The few he encountered didn’t mean there weren’t many, but rather that he always took this route, counting those he had eliminated made a bad count, and other zombies were attracted away by different sounds. His place wasn’t in the city center, so it wasn’t considered a good location, and the population density wasn’t as severe as people might imagine. Crossing the street. He arrived at the entrance of a cake shop, looked at the tightly closed roller shutter door, took a few steps back, and looked up at the second floor, which was covered by curtains, obscuring the view inside. He wanted to knock on the door. But thinking of the mental state of the survivor inside, which seemed not very good, sudden knocking wouldn’t work, so he stood in front of the shop and looked up at the second floor. First assessing the situation, if things seemed relatively fine, he could communicate with the person inside. If he could successfully make a sale. He would earn a decent agency fee. Thinking this, he chuckled to himself, his gaze intently fixed on the second floor. On the second floor, the floor was covered with a carpet. Su Xiaoxiao woke from a nightmare again, rubbing her eyes. She felt her nerves might be weakening, the ongoing tension of the apocalypse had taken a toll on her mental state, and she did not know what the purpose of living was anymore. Living without hope, tends to lead to despair. And makes the thought of death more appealing. She got up, moved to the side of the bed, lifted a corner of the curtain to see the sun, to see the brightness of the morning, wanting the light enveloping outside to warm her already cold heart. "Apocalypse, give me, Su Xiaoxiao, just a bit of hope..." She lifted a corner of the curtain. Looked outside. Suddenly. Her pupils constricted sharply, her eyes revealing fright. "It’s a dream, I’m still dreaming, the nightmare isn’t over." PS: What do you think Sunshine District needs to add some equipment to? Hurry up and say something, so I can properly incorporate it.

Chapter 64 - 059 - Dreams, These are Still Nightmares

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