PFC Chapter 51: Mutation - C9
Chapter 51: Mutation - C9
The supervisor has the final say.
Two butchers in chef uniforms rushed over after hearing the news. They pressed the edges of their masks, and in tacit understanding, one lifted his foot and the other raised his arm, and walked easily into the employee passage.
The supervisor comforted the surrounding customers, "Everyone was frightened. We have rich experience in handling such small matters. Please don't spread the news. I thank you all here."
After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and followed with brisk steps.
From then on, the matter was over. Customers continued to gather around to try the sausages and lined up for the staff to distribute the samples. After the salesperson returned to the counter, he washed his hands, changed into a mask, and continued his day's work.
Everything seems to be back to normal.
But Anjiu noticed that the subtle atmosphere always existed.
They looked like a couple chatting about family matters, but their eyes were fixed on everyone around them, as if they were selecting prey.
The tall man behind them was very strong. He always kept his hands folded on his stomach. No matter how many people were queuing behind him, he always kept half an arm's length away from them.
The old lady at the front had almost lost all her teeth, but she still insisted on ordering four samples, saying she wanted to take them home to make porridge for her grandson.
The salesperson didn't look the smartest and let the old lady grab her hand and cut a big chunk out of the sausage.
The old lady skillfully reached out and pulled down two takeaway bags, packed them herself, and took away a handful of toothpicks.
The salesperson was also tongue-tied and asked word by word: "Grandma, where do you live?"
"Not far, just behind the Wanhua community." The old lady spoke out her thoughts like a bamboo tube pouring beans, "Actually, I don't want to live here either, it's too noisy. It's my son who said he was worried that I would be lonely living alone, so he bought me a house here and told me to go downstairs and walk around when I have nothing to do. Come to the supermarket to chat with you guys -"
"Which building?"
"Oh, which building is it? That... Number 6!"
The old lady rolled her eyes and was about to leave with the bag, but was grabbed by the salesperson.
She tilted her head with a puzzled look, "I also live in Building 6, how come I've never seen you before?"
The old lady was frightened: "...Oh, you live in number six too. Actually, I don't go out very often. You have to go to work every day, so it's normal that you haven't seen me. Well, let me go. If I fall, your salary won't be enough to pay for my medical treatment."
The old lady broke free and left in a hurry.
The salesperson's hands remained in the air, her head tilted further, her eyebrows squinting together, and she stared at her back, uttering two words word by word: "Is that so?"
She slowly withdrew her gaze and saw Anjiu on the way. Seeing that her hands were empty, she picked up a toothpick with sausage stuck in it and said, "Want one?"
Anjiu didn't answer and turned away.
In just a short while, her back was wet.
She now had a rough idea of the danger she was about to face - humans.
If the environment is the trigger, then the mutated humans are the final pusher leading to the end of the world.
During the conflict just now, the numb pupils of these people who had lost their humanity were still visible. They were ready to make a move. If they were not interrupted, they would probably do something horrible collectively...
An Jiu let out a long breath and quickened the pace of packing his things.
She had originally planned to arrange her own space today, but now it seems that she has to hurry and fill up the official space as well.
If what she brings back is what the hive needs, she will definitely give her a lot of contribution points.
Now we can make a bold guess that what sixth-class citizens need most is food - the contribution points they get are very little, so what do third-class and above citizens need most?
Assuming they have enough food and drink and have extra contribution points to spend, what would they need?
Anjiu recalled the job recruitment information during this period, which included the situation of the residents downstairs hiring people. With the help of this clue, she planned to get some things that sixth-class citizens would never use - household appliances.
Technological development has improved people’s sense of happiness.
The residents of the beehive are no exception. Food, clothing, housing and transportation must all provide emotional value.
Anjiu plans to take a gamble.
She ran upstairs and saw an area dedicated to electrical appliances, including rice cookers, refrigerators, washing machines, microwave ovens, fans...all of which can be used in daily life.
I can't carry the big ones, but the small ones are just right.
only……
There were two reflections on the brand new microwave oven glass surface, one was Anjiu and the other was the promoter.
"You have a good eye. This is our latest product. It is quick and easy to use, and has a highly improved safety system..."
Wherever Anjiu went, there were people following her, always keeping their eyes on her. As long as they stared at a product for more than three seconds, they would start to introduce it in a torrent of words.
There was no chance at all, Anjiu had no choice but to leave.
When passing by the wine area, she picked up two bottles of expensive red wine - wait, wine seems to be very popular in the Beehive, maybe she can get a good price!
Anyway, the official usable space provided this time is five square meters, so it is completely possible to store some wine in it!
Anjiu picked up a car that someone else didn't want, emptied out the things in the shopping basket, put the unwanted things on the ground, took the opportunity to put the wanted things into the space, and then moved the beer into the car one by one.
The official space is also easy to use. Just open the space page and paste it on the items you want to collect.
When Anjiu accidentally put a bottle of happy water in and was about to take it out, she found out that she could only put it in and had no right to take it out.
She was silent for a moment, then turned around and saw the shelves filled with cans of milk powder.
milk powder?!
Milk powder is displayed in a place where alcohol is sold. The displayman must be a talented person!
Anjiu pushed the cart and rushed over, not caring whether the person was a man or a woman, old or young. The only criterion was that the price was high enough!
Carry two cans at a time, one in the car and one in the official space.
By the way, I picked up two bags of high-calcium women's milk powder and forced them into my space.
Canned coffee beans, small cans of tea, hand-ground walnut powder... Whenever I pass by, I have to reach out and grab two. It's like the second generation of the underworld has come to earth to experience the sufferings of the world.
The sales clerks were all so shocked that their eyes widened, and they secretly stuffed a few slow-selling products into the shopping carts when she passed by.
Anjiu smiled, pretending not to see it.
In the fruit section, blueberry boxes as big as one-yuan coins are neatly arranged. The skin of each fruit is covered with fruit frost, and they are round, hard, and absolutely fresh.
She loves to eat this thing, it is sour and sweet, one bite at a time, it is juicy, sweet but not choking, and has super high nutritional value.
Meeting is fate, and no one can stop it.
Three boxes, she only wants three boxes!