Zhang San was the first survivor to enter the Home No. 1 Jinzhou District Base.
As soon as he entered, he saw a smiling young man.
Well, his definition of a young man was anyone under thirty.
This young man looked pampered, nothing like people who had come out of the slums like them.
Hmm, he looks friendly enough, but he might be some temperamental big shot. Better keep my distance.
Out of caution, Zhang San quietly moved two steps away from Shen Jin, who was filling in at reception, and took the opportunity to approach a pretty customer service representative behind a long row of tables.
Of course, he was not heading over because she was pretty.
His wife might have been thirty-five, but she was more attractive than any woman here.
Even after all these years, he still could not resist his wife's charms. However, because they had to share the factory dormitory with other families and their seventeen-year-old daughter, he and his wife had not been intimate for a long time.
At that moment, Zhang San looked up at the clean, empty city.
If we really can live here, we could definitely get a big place. Hmm... at least a fifty-square-meter, two-bedroom apartment!
Then he would no longer have to squeeze in with those two families. He could even share a room with his wife and give their daughter her own room.
Then Dad's happiness would be beyond anything you could imagine!
Just thinking about it gets me a little excited!
Zhang San reined in his wandering imagination a little and returned to reality.
A home was ultimately just a place to shelter. In the apocalypse, what truly mattered was safety and food.
Those were matters of life and death.
No matter how spacious this place was,