Chapter 222: Chapter 222

Wang Qiqi had analyzed the market, concluding that 80% of people couldn’t afford white rice. Over the past half month, he and Zhao Shupi had essentially split these people between them, along with some of the middle-class bureaucrats and workers, plus a few wealthy individuals and people who went out salvaging every day—there was virtually no one else left in the district.

Now Zhao Shupi had gathered the last group of people under his command, and Wang Qiqi truly couldn’t think of anything else to do, but he always felt that Jing Shu had a solution.

Wang Qiqi looked at Jing Shu nervously, afraid that she would just shrug helplessly.

Fortunately, Jing Shu just squinted her eyes and after a while said, "You owe me a big favor for this one."

"Ah, absolutely, definitely," Wang Qiqi wiped his sweat with relief. There was hope!

What could Jing Shu do?

Jing Shu turned, went home, and soon returned with a plate of fresh green garlic sprouts and a kilogram of milk. "Come with me," she said.

"Is this for a gift?"

"You think your problem could be solved with just this little gift?" Jing Shu rolled her eyes. "This is just the standard gift for visiting nowadays." The plate was neatly arranged with green garlic sprouts, each around twenty centimeters long; pinching some to eat before every meal was truly delicious.

Jing Shu’s gift was like what one would bring to a leader’s or relative’s house before the apocalypse: a selection including items like bananas and milk. If you were asking for a favor, even to repay one, you couldn’t go empty-handed. This was a custom passed down by the ancestors, which should not be neglected even in the apocalypse.

Besides, no one blames you for bringing too many gifts, right?

"The standards are really high now. At our level, usually just some pasty stuff would suffice."

Jing Shu, with Wang Qiqi in tow, arrived at Li Yuetian’s place. Li Yuetian still owed Jing Shu a big favor.

Li Yuetian greeted them warmly, and Li Bailong happily accepted the garlic sprouts. "Jing Shu is always thoughtful. My uncle was just saying he wanted some garlic sprouts."

Li Yuetian laughed and kicked Li Bailong playfully. "Look at the bad habits you’re nurturing in him. Every time she comes, he’s hoping you bring something."

Jing Shu smiled. "These are all homegrown, nothing special. Actually, I came to ask for a bit of help."

"Sit, just tell me straight. If I can help, I will; if I can’t, I’ll try to find a way. It won’t be like last time," Li Yuetian became serious. He knew that if Jing Shu came asking for help herself, it couldn’t be a trivial matter.

"Hey, it’s just a small favor. This is our former neighbor, Wang Qiqi. We’re on good terms, and I thought, if someone else could be the supervisor, why not have one of our own? So, he registered to run for distribution supervisor. He’s currently leading the Banana District’s online poll for the election and was about to throw a celebration when his vote count was suddenly overtaken, so..."

Li Yuetian looked at the voting numbers and understood. "What are the rules for voting? Can I vote?"

"Anyone living in the Banana District can vote. Of course, you can vote too."

Li Yuetian slapped his thigh determinedly. "This is simple then. Li Bailong, come here, help me cast a vote."

Li Bailong scurried over and cast a vote for Wang Qiqi on Li Yuetian’s behalf.

Wang Qiqi felt a knot in his stomach—this... this, it wasn’t just Li Yuetian’s single vote that he needed.

"See if this works," Li Yuetian asked.

Jing Shu flashed a brilliant smile, quickly took a screenshot, and sent it to Li Bailong. "Yes, yes, that’s it, done!"

Li Bailong then sent the screenshot of ’Li Yuetian voting for Wang Qiqi’ to the group chat of the Second Team’s three currently stationed units. He didn’t say anything extra, but Wang Qiqi suddenly understood. He could almost see Li Bailong sending a voice message to the group: *The boss has voted, what are you all waiting for?*

Soon, Wang Qiqi’s phone began to blow up with messages.

Wang Qiqi’s vote count began to skyrocket, and it looked like Zhao Shupi, who had overtaken him, would soon be left in the dust. Wang Qiqi’s mouth fell open. Happiness has come too suddenly!

Indeed, how could he have forgotten about the army and their families, thousands of them, stationed in the Banana District? They were a unique and huge community, often forgotten because of their somewhat detached status. They lived in the shopping mall outside the Banana District. Although the living conditions were average, the food was always good. If he had been any later, Zhao Shupi would probably have beaten him to it. For more chapters visit novel-fire.ɴet

With the official business done, Jing Shu got up to leave. Seeing Li Yuetian anxiously slapping his leg, Jing Shu couldn’t help but say, "Give me half a month at most; the medicinal liquor will be ready." Only then did Li Yuetian show a satisfied smile.

Wang Qiqi, after a close call, ascended to the supposedly predetermined seat of the allocation director, truly smacking the faces of many present. He had climbed to his position by stepping on everyone else, especially after making Zhao Shupi lose a large sum of Virtual Coin without achieving his goal. One could only imagine how Zhao Shupi would try to deal with him now.

"This position of allocation director seems tough to handle."

"I know, but I still want to give it a shot."

Having become the Banana District’s allocation director, Wang Qiqi, despite being under pressure from the tripartite government, still managed to eliminate opposition. He transferred three people out and brought three new ones in, promoting individuals like ’I have a child’ and Wang Xue Mei.

With the help of people from the original residential area, he finally had some say. Wang Qiqi even planned to bring over his brother, Wang Babb.

However, while Wang Qiqi was still caught in the vortex of a power struggle in the Banana District, Jing Shu suddenly remembered that she hadn’t visited her Medicinal Materials Association for over ten days!

Who could blame her? She had been busy collecting materials, then going to Chu Zhuohua to modify the RV, and also worrying about Blood Mushroom cultivation—completely forgetting her main profession.

Zhou Bapi had also disappeared recently; rumor had it he found something good and had taken off to chase it. Well, it’s time to check on the Medicinal Materials Association, she decided.

「The next day at four in the morning.」

Jing Shu suddenly opened her eyes, her mind exceptionally clear. Lying in bed, she started practicing with the Magic Cube.

The Curse of waking up at four in the morning had lasted for a month now. In the past, when she couldn’t get up, all sorts of strange things would happen. Recently, whenever she woke at four, her mind became exceptionally clear. If she continued to sleep without practicing with the Magic Cube, odd things would still occur. However, if she practiced with the Magic Cube, then nothing would happen.

Jing Shu felt this was surely a divine reminder. Practicing with the Magic Cube at four in the morning every day must help enhance my ability.

Recently, her proficiency with the Magic Cube had indeed improved, and she was getting faster. She believed that it wouldn’t be long before I level up, and then I’ll unlock all these secrets.

At six, Jing Shu had a hearty breakfast at home and drove the Shark Submarine to the Medicinal Materials Association. Mr. Jing took Mrs. Jing to work; both had been very busy lately. Third Aunt also went to the cafeteria to start her work, while Wu You’ai was lured out of bed by the sweet dumplings for breakfast.

Everything was as usual, a new day starting full of energy. But this day was destined to be extraordinary for Jing Shu’s family.

"Yo, the person who only showed up for work once since starting has finally come in? President, aren’t you going to do something about this Jing Shu?!"

"Who is it, being so arrogant?"