Chapter 1831: Chapter 1831

Ah Fu exchanged a glance with Huang Quanjiu and the others behind him. A few of them were curious about what Jiang Zhenbo was trying to pull off.

The interior decoration of that tobacco and liquor shop was exquisite, and it was quite large. There were also seven or eight well-armed security personnel at the door, and it was located in an area named after "Shanhe". Being able to open such a shop in the apocalypse, the person in charge must possess some power within the Cloud Gorge Base.

Once he left Ah Fu, Jiang Zhenbo, who had been obsequious moments ago, immediately straightened his back, regaining the pride of a Level 6 New Human. When people around him saw the exoskeleton battle suit with purple trim that he wore, they hurriedly stepped aside to make way for him.

He reached the entrance unimpeded, but perhaps sensing ill intentions, the security personnel outside instinctively blocked his path. A few burly men moved their feet and immediately sealed off the entrance.

"Please, sir, wait a moment. According to our rules, you cannot bring..." One of the burly men at the door spoke in a gentle tone, but before he could finish, anger flared on Jiang Zhenbo’s face, and he slapped the man hard across his fleshy cheek on the spot!

The helmet on the burly man’s head shattered under the force of the slap. Despite his larger build compared to Jiang Zhenbo, his head seemed to buckle as if crushed by a mountain.

When he raised his head again, a few teeth fell from his mouth along with some saliva, which was tinged with blood.

A surge of anger rose in his heart, but he managed to suppress it. Jiang Zhenbo wasn’t aiming to kill him, as he hadn’t used his full strength; if he had, that slap could have ended his life then and there!

The scene unfolding before them immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding crowd. The other burly men blocking the door exchanged glances and quietly stepped aside.

"Am I giving you face?" Jiang Zhenbo coldly stared at the burly man he slapped. The man eventually recollected himself, lowering his head; despite his strong build, he now resembled a child about to be scolded by an adult, trembling in fear!

"The Mayor has declared that during this special period, all resources must be prioritized for the military. How dare you stop me? Are you trying to rebel?"

"If I were to report today’s incident to the Mayor, do you think your boss could protect you?" Jiang Zhenbo spoke sternly, scanning the area. As expected, upon hearing these words, the faces of the security personnel turned pale, and the onlookers displayed expressions of gloating.

"I’m sorry!" said the man who had been slapped, disregarding his pain in his hurry to apologize.

However, Jiang Zhenbo understood the concept of giving a date after a slap; he soon softened his tone and said, "Considering you are doing this for someone else, I won’t pursue the matter." He looked at the man still lowering his head before him. "Let this slap serve as a reminder. You’re lucky you encountered me today because if it were someone else, you’d already be a corpse."

The man dared not say anything further and could only nod repeatedly. Jiang Zhenbo, feeling very pleased, let out a snort and walked into the shop. The attendant inside quickly approached with a professional fake smile, asking, "What does the customer need? Please feel free to instruct!"

"I heard you have a very aged bottle of Maotai here. Don’t hide it; bring it all out. And two packs of cigarettes, the best quality you have." Jiang Zhenbo spoke with a continuous flow, without any pause, leaving the shop attendant momentarily stunned.

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"Sir, the items you want are not cheap! If I were to mention the price, it might upset you..."

"What do I care about the price? The Mayor’s esteemed guests are outside. Ask your boss to discuss with Minister Xu of the Military Armory Department to see if he approves, and keep in mind, those outside are all Level 8 big shots!"

Two minutes passed, and Jiang Zhenbo had yet to emerge. Meanwhile, the surrounding people cast various glances, ranging from fear to curiosity to envy!

This made Ah Fu gradually grow impatient. However, before he could speak, the soldiers in front noticed and aimed their weapons at the surrounding crowd, simultaneously shouting:

"What are you staring at? Is there anything to see? Hurry up and leave, go back home to your moms."

A soldier fired a shot into the sky, and the others followed suit, shooting into the sky as well.

The terrifying sound of gunfire.

And the dazzling, fireworks-like straight-up laser beams.

The onlookers scattered like frightened birds, leaving Ah Fu astonished, feeling somewhat elated.

This is the feeling of being a big shot!

Once the crowd mostly dispersed, Jiang Zhenbo finally appeared, holding more items compared to when he entered.

He walked out of the shop with his head held high and chest puffed out. Upon seeing Ah Fu, he once again wore that extremely ingratiating smile and jogged over like an old servant to stand before Ah Fu.

"Brother Hu, these are the tributes I want to offer you."

"Oh~?" Ah Fu hummed longly, looking at him. Jiang Zhenbo held items in both hands, with two packs of cigarettes in his right hand and a black bag in his left.

Seeing Ah Fu’s gaze fall on the black bag in his hands, he quickly reacted, smiling as he handed the black bag to Ah Fu.

Weighing it, Ah Fu felt interested too. But upon opening the black bag, he grew puzzled at the red and white packaged hard box inside.

The object seemed to have endured many years; the box was somewhat worn, and the words were faded.

"Mao...tai?" Ah Fu was puzzled as he uttered the two words. Before he could figure out their meaning, Huang Quanjiu’s eyes lit up behind him.

"Hey, I thought I’d never see this again, but here it is! Let me see!"

Finishing his sentence, without further ado, Huang Quanjiu snatched the Maotai from Ah Fu’s hand. His first instinct was to check the date on it, licking his lips.

"Good stuff, alright! 1979 vintage." He looked at Jiang Zhenbo with satisfaction, and the latter’s face matched his with a smiling response.

"What’s special about it?" Ah Fu asked, puzzled.

"This is just liquor, the older, the more valuable. It’s 1979. Tsk tsk, Brother Hu, this thing is several times older than you! Nowadays, it could easily sell for two or three thousand Yajin!"

Opening the packaging, Huang Quanjiu began admiring it lovingly. Although he had tasted many famous wines at the Royal Court, it was his first time seeing such a vintage.

Chang Jinlun beside him also wanted a look and reached out to grab it. Unfortunately, Huang Quanjiu was already on guard, not allowing him to succeed.

Having admired it for a while, he asked Jiang Zhenbo, "This must have cost quite a bit?"

"Not at all, it’s nothing. Being able to pay respects to you all is my honor!" Jiang Zhenbo’s face remained ingratiating with a smile.

"Hehe, is that so..." Huang Quanjiu’s expression turned weird. Glancing at the two packs of cigarettes in his hand, he sarcastically asked, "You’ve never shown such filial piety to your father, have you?"