Buying a Ticket to Get On Board

"You'll listen to everything?"

"Everything!"

"Absolute obedience?"

"Absolute!"

The girl wiped her sweaty face vigorously, revealing fair skin; she still had some confidence in her looks.

Su Huan narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized her. "Go up there and wash the dishes first."

Arriving at the dining car, only Yu Yue was there, handling the bowls and chopsticks he had left behind yesterday.

Su Huan said indifferently, "Go tidy up the room."

Yu Yue turned back in surprise, seeing another girl behind Su Huan. She gave her a complicated look, wiped her hands, and stepped aside.

The girl hadn't even wiped the tears from her face, but her heart was already wrapped in a massive sense of happiness and surprise as she hurriedly took the dishcloth.

"How old are you?"

Su Huan continued to ask.

"Eighteen. I have my ID in my bag."

There weren't many bowls in the sink, and the girl finished washing them in a few moments. She waited anxiously for Su Huan's next order, her earlobes turning red as she wondered what he was thinking.

"It's good that you're an adult; you can take care of yourself. Now, get off the train," Su Huan said flatly.

"Huh?"

The girl looked as if she had been struck by lightning, frozen in place.

After a long while, she forced a stiff smile. "Didn't we already agree? Brother Su, don't scare me..."

Su Huan asked in surprise, "Agree to what? You only had two and a half portions of supplies. I was being generous by letting you wash a few dishes to make up for the remaining half-portion, which settles your debt. But if you want to get on this train, you need three full portions."

After speaking, he placed an index finger to his lips, his tone dangerous. "Don't tell me you were planning to freeload?"

Tears flew down again. "I can do many other things..."

"What can you do? What are your hobbies?"

"I can..." The girl stammered for a moment. "I like traveling, I've been to many places, I can dance, my English is very good, and I'm an influencer. A lot of people like me."

Su Huan leaned back against the sofa and said casually, "Take off your pants."

"Huh?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, then hesitated. "Right here? Isn't that a bit..."

"Fine, get off the train."

Su Huan couldn't be bothered to listen any further.

"I'll take them off!" The girl pulled her high-waisted jeans down to her ankles in one go.

She grabbed her hoodie with both hands and held it up as high as possible, terrified that Su Huan wouldn't see clearly and would kick her off the train.

Because of the shame and anxiety, her pretty face flushed crimson. A single bead of crystal-clear sweat slid down, crossing her chest and abdomen before landing in her delicate navel, which trembled slightly.

Su Huan's attitude, however, remained cold. "It's too late now."

After spending so much time with perverts, looking back at ordinary people always felt out of place.

But their self-esteem and reserve wouldn't last more than a few days before they returned to the apocalypse he was familiar with.

Playing humiliation games was only possible for now.

Su Huan stood up.

The girl didn't dare to say another word. With the look of someone whose world had collapsed, she walked off the train and paced around it, refusing to leave.

There wasn't a shred of pity in Su Huan's eyes.

He did need people, but he needed people with value.

Of course, if someone was pretty enough to provide both physical and mental services, that would work too, but the girl had a sharp face and thin legs—not his type.

She wasn't even as fun as the timid Auntie Yu.

After dismissing the girl, Su Huan tucked a sign under his arm, took the roster, and headed to the sixth carriage.

It was significantly stuffier here; after all, it consumed electricity, and until Su Huan's abilities were fully developed, he had to save energy wherever he could.

The carriage was filled with messy clothes and the stench of foot odor and urine. Fortunately, there was a restroom on board. He scanned the area; aside from some thin plastic film covers, he didn't see anything too filthy.

"Tsk, still full of energy, I see."

Su Huan remarked, pulling open a window to let in some fresh air.

Liang Kuan walked over, carrying a fire axe.

Su Huan chuckled lightly. "Don't be so tense. We're ticket collectors, not life takers."

Liang Kuan nodded heavily, gripping the axe in his hand, "I understand."

Su Huan pulled open the car door and hung the sign he had been tucking under his arm onto the side; it bore four large characters: Buy a ticket to board.

"Come over, everyone. Buy your tickets to board."

Su Huan shouted out a line, then found a chair and sat down comfortably.

He just loved this feeling of reaping without sowing.

The passengers hiding around the train cautiously crawled out from various corners.

They were all old hands trained by Su Huan, clearly knowing how to avoid being discovered by zombies.

If you accidentally attracted zombies, then you had better pray for your own luck; don't count on Su Huan opening the door to let you in.

The train was far more important than people.

Soon, the passengers gathered at the door of the sixth carriage, carrying bags of supplies.

"Why is it the sixth carriage today? Wasn't it the fifth before?" a man in overalls asked.

Su Huan glanced at him, finding him somewhat familiar. He took the backpack the man handed over and said patiently, "This carriage is being cleared out. It won't be open from now on; it's reserved as an exchange carriage."

"A ten-kilogram bag of rice, good stuff. Alright, that counts as three portions of supplies."

Having received solid, tangible supplies, Su Huan's mood brightened a little more. "Seeing as you're a regular passenger, I have a small job here. If you do it well, you can be exempted from one portion of supplies."

The man in overalls' eyes lit up, "What job?"

Su Huan pointed inside the carriage, "Just clear out all the trash and sweep it clean."

The man in overalls hurriedly took back his backpack and excitedly went onto the train to work.

The people behind him heard this, and after handing over their supplies, they hurriedly asked, "Are there any more jobs?"

Su Huan glanced at him; he looked a bit unfamiliar, likely someone who had boarded in the last two days. "No, next."

A woman with a sorrowful expression handed over a huge parcel covered in a black trash bag; the webbing between her thumbs and index fingers was bruised from the strain.

Su Huan took it suspiciously.

Yo, it was actually quite heavy.

Opening the plastic bag, he found it was an air compressor, weighing about twenty kilograms. It really wasn't easy for a woman to carry this thing so far.

Afraid that Su Huan wouldn't accept it, the woman hurriedly said, "My husband used to be a carpenter. This air compressor can connect to a nail gun. I brought it all, it's all there."

Su Huan glanced at her; she looked like a diligent person. "Fine, that counts as you passing. Go inside and wipe this carriage clean. Every corner must be wiped, and the glass must be bright enough to reflect a person. If you do it well, your ticket for tomorrow will be waived."

The woman thanked him repeatedly.

Before long, a massive amount of supplies had piled up by Su Huan—rice, flour, diesel, cigarettes, alcohol, sugar, tea, daily necessities, medical equipment, production tools, and all sorts of miscellaneous items.

This was much faster than going out to scavenge himself.

Just as Su Huan was enjoying the process of collecting tickets, a group of unfamiliar faces approached. They looked like a family: three men, two women, and a child.

The train was often discovered by locals who mistook it for government rescue.

"Dad, look, there's still a train running! I told you, how could such a large country easily collapse just because of some virus!"

The speaker was a man wearing glasses with cramped features.

His father, with graying temples and wearing a navy blue jacket, also perked up the moment he saw the train, "Go quickly, go ask them."

But the people around them only looked at them coldly and did not answer.

The bespectacled man felt something was wrong. He approached the carriage and then saw Su Huan.

The man looked him up and down, then tentatively asked, "Is this train actually a government rescue?"