Thanks, My Second "Ma Fei"!

Negotiation is an art, and there are no strict rules in this art.

Unlike a debate, there are no judges or audience members, and in most cases there are no winners or losers.

You can employ a strategy of striking with both force and flexibility, or you can use tactical maneuvering to disrupt the opponent's train of thought.

The method that yields the greatest benefit is the most correct approach!

When negotiating with the game, Su Mo used the method of asking for an exorbitant price and then settling for a lower one.

Knowing that he was already very important in the game, Su Mo negotiated the price without any restraint.

"Give me ten East Wind missiles!"

"???"

"Ma Fei has it, but you don't have it here? I've already defeated the Evil God god!"

"???"

Every offer he made made Adam on the other end extremely uncomfortable, forcing him to both explain and reject it.

Fortunately, Adam was just a program.

He doesn't have truly human-like emotions; all his anger, disdain, and surprise are just lines of code.

As long as Su Mo's reward requests are within a reasonable range, he will immediately agree as quickly as Sichuan Opera Face Changing act, giving people a sense of unreality.

After probing and vying for a while, about three hours had passed, and Su Mo's throat was practically burning, when the final reward was finally negotiated.

Adam, sitting opposite, seemed to have developed human emotions after the negotiations.

He breathed a sigh of relief, pushed back the stool, and slowly stood up, extending his palm as he did so.

"Su Mo, your greed is something I've never heard of or seen before. Even though I've seen so many players, you're still among the top. Is that the reason you've succeeded in the wasteland so quickly?"

Su Mo laughed heartily, stood up as well, and offered his hand. "Thank you for the compliment and for your generous gift. You are my second Ma Fei!"

With ulterior motives at play, both sides obtained the benefits they desired.

As if shaking hands were the norm after friendly negotiations with China, the two men clasped hands tightly together.

"I hope to see you here again next time. To be honest, I'm starting to like you as a player!"

"Haha, me too! I hope I can meet the requirements soon!"

Separate your hands.

Su Mo glanced around at the room layout with feigned reluctance, then waved, and Adam waved back.

Boom! A muffled thunderclap sounded, and as the familiar dizziness returned, Su Mo blinked.

When vision returned, they were back in the Captain's Cabin on the third floor of the Hope! The clock on the wall was still slowly ticking; it was 8:42 AM! The interrogation in the sea of consciousness had lasted longer than expected. Without any reference points, the interrogation had dragged on for a whole day—truly terrifying! But thankfully, the reward collection ultimately ended without serious incident! Thanks to the system's cover, the game not only failed to detect any problems but also revealed some of their true nature.

Realizing how weak the game's oversight of this world was, Su Mo completely relaxed to some extent!

We can only test for anomalies through data, rather than judging problems through visual observation and 24/7 monitoring.

This is both an advantage and a disadvantage of the program.

This mechanism ensures that he will never make a mistake and will not be deceived by appearances.

However, to some extent, this also caused him to lose the most direct method of review and fall into a logical confusion.

"I passed the review, received the trust license issued by the game, and all the unreasonable things I have done about me have been cleared up."

"Looking at it this way, the game's update coincided with my search for the Ocean God."

"I never expected the haul to be so bountiful!"

I didn't sleep a wink all night.

Having spent a day and a night battling the game in the consciousness space, even with his powerful physical foundation, Su Mo felt a sense of drowsiness emanating from within.

After pressing the earpiece and instructing Gonggong to go on alert, Su Mo did not get up, but simply closed the blanket and went into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, the area where the Tundra Fleet was located gradually quieted down at this time of morning.

After finishing their meal, all the survivors tidied up their belongings and then lay down on the deck to fall asleep.

This battle was exhausting! If it weren't for the various attribute bonuses from the title of Ocean God, none of us would have made it this far.

With Su God's powerful support, everyone slept comfortably and peacefully!

What kind of alien races are these? What kind of Wasteland Gods? With Su God here, do you dare to try?

In this unprecedentedly powerful atmosphere, even captains like Lu Yongyi, Liu Neng, and Zhang Long were able to get a good night's sleep, their snoring deafening.

In other wasteland areas, the situation is basically the same as that of the current Tundra Fleet.

There is no harm without comparison.

Compared to the unsettling feeling of being violently rocked by a tsunami, the sea now gently undulates, just like a mother's hand, making everyone feel incredibly warm and comforted.

Although they didn't have Su God and needed to allocate a group of people for guard duty, their sense of security while sleeping wasn't much different.

They merely repelled five false gods from the royal family.

The wasteland ocean was surprisingly peaceful! Under this atmosphere, even after Su Mo had slept soundly and got up to look out the window at four o'clock in the afternoon, more than 90% of the survivors of the Tundra Fleet were still fast asleep!

Apart from a few specific vigilants who were still working on the surface of the ocean, everyone else lay huddled together, huddled together to maintain their body temperature.

Shaking his head, Su Mo observed for a while with a sigh, but did not continue to sigh.

Compared to the billions who died, these people are lucky.

Not only did they survive, they will also receive a reward tomorrow for the hours-long negotiations between Su God and the game developer.

These rewards may not guarantee them a comfortable life, but if they follow the current plan and honestly head to the depths of the ocean, their fate will be completely changed.

Perhaps in five or ten years, human civilization will be re-established in the deep sea!

"Oh right, there's also a plan to recruit talent for the sea mission, which we haven't completed yet and almost forgot about!"

"The fleet below still has over 100,000 people. Perfect, I can select a batch and take them with me directly, saving me the trouble of slowly searching the wasteland!"

Suddenly, Su Mo slapped his forehead, thinking about all the things he would have to do after arriving in the New Continent, and it dawned on him! Directing most of the survivors to the depths of the ocean was a brilliant idea.

But when it comes time to find talent, it will be a truly desperate situation.

With so many people around, selecting hundreds of survivors with special talents shouldn't be a problem. Having figured this out, Su Mo didn't delay and immediately pushed open the door to the Captain's Cabin's cabin and went downstairs to wash up.

Half a day later, thanks to the ocean currents, the seawater, which had been tinged with the stench of blood the night before, returned to its deep blue color.

The deck, now polished to a gleaming shine by the alien soldiers, reflected the sunlight.

At the bow of the ship, Silver Box and Bronze Box had already been brought over, and more than a dozen survivors were standing in front of the chests counting their contents.

Upon seeing Su Mo descend, everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and respectfully turned their gazes toward him.

"You all go about your business, don't worry about me!"

Waving his hand, Su Mo saw that these people had the same look in their eyes as the villagers of Hope Village at the beginning, and he had no choice but to quickly slip away to the first deck.

But as soon as he entered, before he had even taken two steps, a strong fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

Since his body was strengthened, Su Mo's daily energy expenditure has been extremely high. Even after taking a nap, the food he ate in the morning couldn't sustain his energy expenditure.

Upon smelling that fragrance again, a series of muffled rumbling sounds came from inside his stomach.

"Oh, Su Chan has started cooking?"

Driven by curiosity, Su Mo followed the aroma and heard the clanging of pots and pans and the whooshing of the wind coming from the planned kitchen.

There was no gas stove or induction cooker on the Hope.

The ability to make delicious food every day using an earthen pot and firewood is entirely due to Su Mo's ability to use the Sea Breeze Blessing to increase the pressure and temperature in the stove.

Others, if they wanted to cook, could only rely on constantly stirring the food in the pot and manually increasing the heat.

As a seasoned gourmet, Su Mo found the stir-frying technique somewhat unfamiliar upon hearing about it.

He couldn't help but stick his head out.

In front of the stove, the honest Moore was lying on the ground, blowing air into the air inlet, while Su Chan squatted beside him, vigorously fanning Moore with a hand fan to cool him down.

Standing in the head chef's position, Shen Ke was focused on the vegetables in the pot, occasionally picking out a piece or two to taste.

Her profile, unlike Zhong Qingshu's gentle features, possesses a resolute quality reminiscent of Mulan.

Behind her, seven or eight plates were already laid out on the table. Although they were covered with bowls, a continuous aroma was still emanating from them.

In a daze, Su Mo was stunned.

His memory was suddenly disrupted, and this scene pulled him back to the Northern Shaanxi Courtyard he was a child.

At that time, he stood in front of the stove, just like Su Chan, fanning his sweating mother while greedily savoring the flavors from the pot.

He doesn't worry about what to eat tomorrow or the day after.

He doesn't need to think about what responsibilities he has to take or what achievements he has to make.

At that time, he was very relaxed and innocent, without any pressure, because someone was helping him move forward!

Just like when I first entered the trading ruins and saw my childhood family.

Su Mo was momentarily stunned, and his mind became muddled.

At this moment, he was no longer the human Su God.

He was just an ordinary young man, a man with a "family"!

"Hey, bro, you're awake! Hurry up, come fan me, Moore's mouth is burning hot!"

In the end, Su Chan turned her head unintentionally and saw Su Mo standing at the door.

At her shout, Moore, who was lying on the ground, and Shen Ke, who was cooking, both turned around and looked at him with different expressions.

Moore was embarrassed, like a child who had stolen something, his whole body screaming "Don't look at me."

Shen Ke smiled sweetly, "Wow, Su Mo, you're awake! Hurry up and go wash up. I'll cook the dishes soon, and we'll all eat together!"

"Okay, thank you for your help!"

"It's no trouble at all, just cooking a dish. Compared to you, my little task is nothing. If you want to eat it, I can cook it for you every day!"

"Wow, is Sister Shen confessing her feelings?"

Upon hearing Shen Ke's words, Su Chan, who always seemed to thrive on chaos, immediately started shouting, causing the atmosphere in the kitchen to change abruptly.

Seeing the blush spreading across Shen Ke's rough, cracked face, Su Mo smiled and nodded, then gently waved his hand towards the sky.

A magical gust of wind, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, suddenly rushed into the stove.

The fire in the stove, which had been burning lukewarmly, suddenly swelled up and down, breathing like a giant dragon.

Seeing Moore dancing and joking around with Su Chan, and exchanging a helpless glance with Shen Ke, Su Mo quickly rushed to the washroom.

Cold water gushed out of the showerhead.

It extinguished the heat that was burning all over Su Mo's body.

Since arriving in the wasteland, for the first time, a feeling of "life is fucking good" welled up in Su Mo's heart!