Chapter 50 Recruitment, Baozi!
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"Yes!"
Ah Hao answered reflexively.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he looked up and saw an Indian with dark skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He immediately realized that he was not recruited by the team and was confirming his identity by name.
At this moment, there is only one meter between him and the Indian.
The Indian held a notepad in his hand. Ah Hao looked forward slightly and saw that the page turned to the notepad actually had his information in detail, and even posted a three-inch photo of himself.
"Who are you and how do you know my name?"
Ah Hao's heart is full of doubts, and he has a hunch that this Indian doesn't seem to be simple.
Not long after he came to the Narcissus Tower, he was far from understanding the situation here. Naturally, he didn't recognize the last five days. He took the opportunity to work for Chen Qinghe and threw out a lot of luxury goods, as if he had become the hottest "father" of the Narcissus Building.
"You don't have to ask more."
"Just come with me."
Singer turned over the page of Ahao in the notepad, ignored Ahao, who was full of doubts, and looked down at the information recorded on the next page--
Name: Weng Fan
Gender: Male.
Age: 40 years old.
Experience: I have 20 years of experience in car modification. I have long-term experience in modifying and maintaining racing cars for local underground racing cars, from sports cars to heavy machines.
......
"Why?"
A Hao was confused.
"Ahao, stop arguing"
A group of people came behind A Hang. They came forward and patted A Hao on the shoulder and smiled, "It's a good thing. Go to work with Mr. Singh, three meals a day, and have supper."
Full, supper!
Hearing this, A Hao's pair of oriental standard almond eyes were staring at the fasting. He did not eat for nearly ten hours, and it seemed that he also secreted more stomach acid because of these words.
"Uncle Dong, Sanzai, Brother Mei--"
When Ah Hao saw the group of people behind Ah Hang, he was even more surprised. These were all quite famous and powerful figures in the local automobile modification circle before the end of the world, and several of them even went to ask for technical advice.
For a moment!
Ah Hao realized that the only thing he can do to gather such a group of technicians is to modify the car. At present, the car and capital modification are all powerful teams.
And when he came to Narcissus Tower these days, he had never seen a team with Indians!
"Huge, which team is Mr. Singh from?"
Ah Hao took a deep breath and wanted to know what kind of group could be comparable to the large group familiar to the survivors of the Narcissus Building.
Not counting the destroyed Jinhua Gang, he only knows some teams that often operate in the Narcissus Building. There is a team of 30 people from the nearby Huling District Police Bureau, and a team of 50 people composed of truck drivers of Maolin Logistics Company. There are other large and small evolutionists, distributed in hotels, communities, Small teams in office buildings and other places.
"Neither."
A Hang smiled mysteriously and kept up with the Indians who had gone far away. He said to Ah Hao, "There are only six people in Mr. Singh's team... One of them is still a child."
"There is also this kind of team!?"
Ah Hao heard something strange.
The team in Narcissus Building, even in a small size, there is at least one evolutionist, plus more than ten fully armed survivors, without this scale, it can't even be called a group.
"Don't underestimate people--"
"There are four evolutionists in the six."
A Hang's expression changed, staring at A Hao with warning eyes, reminding him not to despise his ignorance and show it in front of Singh, otherwise he will bear the consequences.
The high-rise building of the Narcissus Building has been ordered to take care of the Indians as much as possible. He is completely a gesture to welcome the distinguished guests. Even he himself will not continue to work as an ant worker for the time being, and has been specially sent to accompany Singh. He has never seen such treatment in other teams.
Four!
A Hao took a deep breath.
The auto repair or auto modification masters behind him also showed a surprised expression. Obviously, they had never heard of the team behind the Indians.
Revealing the details of the other party in this way is also a silent reminder in disguise.
......
Twenty minutes later.
A total of 12 masters of auto repair or auto reform were summoned, and they were concentrated in front of the gate of the market. At this time, they were looking at the dark streets outside, as if they were waiting for someone to come.
Dal, Dal-D-
A burst of footsteps came, and I saw two shadows shining in the light. Walking in the front was Wancai, who was well known as the Narcissus Tower, and behind him was a South Korean with a black Adi mountaineering bag on his back, but who came was not the focus of their concern.
The focus is...
A large bag of plastic bags in the hands of South Koreans keeps rising from the thin plastic. There is a faint fragrance of meat buns in the thick water vapor.
Hot buns, a big bag!
Survivors nearby refracted through the light and saw what was in the bag. They swallowed saliva at the same time, and there was a long cry in their stomachs on an empty stomach for a long time.
"I'll give you five minutes."
"You can have breakfast here as soon as possible."
Singh glanced at Ah Hao's faces and took the bag handed over by the South Koreans. Without thinking that his hands were dirty, he reached into the plastic bag and grabbed a hot steamed bun.
Big steamed buns!
The pink and white skin is so naked in the sight of many survivors. Even if they are far away, they can smell the fragrance of the depression.
Gollum, Gollum!
The swallowing around is louder. Everyone's eyes are green and staring at the steamed buns in Indian hands. In their minds, they can't help but fantasize about their cold hands, holding the hot and soft steamed buns, and then inhale deeply and bite hard, making their mouth full of the long-wheated pork belly, as well as chopped green onions, ginger and garlic. Wait for the paving materials.
Finally, suck - the ten fingers full of meat oil make the fasting warm and moisturized!!
"Three per person, and a bottle of mineral water."
Singh was very satisfied with the reaction of the survivors around him and couldn't help smiling brightly.
The meaning of what he did is to attract everyone's attention, and then recruit more experienced auto repair, auto reform technicians, and trigger the ideas of other evolutionary teams, so that they can understand the strength of the adult team, so that they can trade more and better equipment. Help the journey after leaving Baihai City.
And all of this is part of Chen Qinghe's explanation plan. Indians and South Koreans are just performing on his behalf. After all, he and Huang Zicheng are immersed in cultivation.
Three!
Hearing this, Ah Hao touched half of the chicken leg bone in his arms through his clothes, and suddenly had the impulse to throw it into the stinky ditch, but he finally resisted this impulse.
He doesn't know when this "dream" will wake up!
"Xiao Jin--"
Singh gave South Koreans a look.
Jin Xiyuan nodded, put the heavy mountaineering bag on the ground, opened the zipper and took out a bottle of unsealed mineral water from it, which made the survivors who had been hungry with raw water since the end of the world and had not drunk clean water for a long time brighten their eyes.
"Lin Hao, this is yours."
Singh put the meat buns and mineral water in Ah Hao's hands.
My?
Holding the things in his hand, Ah Hao suddenly had a dream-like unreality. It seemed that he had been dreaming since he was hit by an Indian. He looked at Singh blankly and hesitated and did not act.
"Yes."
"What you have in your hand, you can take it with me after eating."
Singh opened the plastic bag and began to distribute steamed buns and mineral water to the recruited technicians.
The voice fell.
Ah Hao opened his mouth and bit the soft skin without hesitation. The inverted touch of grinding meat came from the tip of his tongue, which made his pores bloom all over his body, and he didn't care that there were Indian fingerprints on his face.
One bite, two bites, three bites——
Every mouthful of Ah Hao is like a dream, but he knows very well that this is the taste of happiness, which is a satisfying touch and warm food.
For a while, the door of the brand market was full of the sound of swallowing saliva...