Dimensional Store: Welcome to the Apocalypse Apartment - Chapter 24

Secretary Wang recommended the most cost-effective car in Gu Huaiwei’s store.

Gu Huaiwei only took a quick look, then directly placed an order for the 300,000-yuan SUV.

The whole process took no more than fifteen minutes.

This made the sales manager, who had just scolded Secretary Wang, a little envious.

Although it wasn’t a big deal, the negotiation was just too easy.

The sales manager stepped forward and said, “Xiao Wang is a newcomer and not very professional. How about I give you a more detailed introduction?”

Gu Huaiwei glanced indifferently at the sales manager. “No need. I think she’s quite professional. I’ve already decided to place the order with her.”

The sales manager still wanted to say something, but Gu Huaiwei unceremoniously told him to go mind his own business.

He glared fiercely at Secretary Wang, muttered, “It’s not even a big deal,” and walked away.

Secretary Wang held the contract, hesitating a little, and asked, “Boss Gu, do you want to think it over? Or maybe compare a few more models?”

“No need. This one.” After browsing the contract, Gu Huaiwei signed it.

Gu Huaiwei only had one day off per week, so her time was very limited.

She still needed to buy a desert touring vehicle that could be driven in the Wasteland World.

Mu Lingxi had swiped two peaches from the 4S dealership, stuffing one into Gu Huaiwei’s hand to eat.

After the two left, Secretary Wang looked at the signed contract in her hand and still chased after them.

Her eyes were a little red as she couldn’t help but ask, “Boss Gu, did you come here just to support my business?”

“Of course not.” Gu Huaiwei took a juicy bite of the peach and turned back to look at her. “I’m buying this car because I happen to need it. The quick signing is because your introduction was professional.”

The sunlight outside was a bit harsh. Gu Huaiwei paused. She hadn’t intended to say much, but remembering that Secretary Wang had followed her sister for many years, her words carried a bit more comfort.

“Sister Wang, back then my sister chose you as her secretary because you were highly capable. Today, I’m buying a car from you for the same reason.”

If it were her sister, she would surely say a lot of encouraging words.

Gu Huaiwei didn’t say them; she could never be as gentle as her sister.

Watching Gu Huaiwei’s departing figure, Secretary Wang seemed to see the shadow of Gu Changge for a moment. She raised her hand to block the sunlight.

Today’s sunlight was indeed too harsh.

Cars in the Real World were easy to buy; you just needed something practical and cost-effective for daily use.

But buying a car to drive in the Wasteland World was much more complicated.

Gu Huaiwei had done her homework before coming.

Military vehicles were best, but unfortunately, there was no way to purchase them. Otherwise, something like the Type 92 wheeled anti-riot vehicle would be a great option.

As a second choice, off-road RVs were also good.

For example, the Mercedes Unimog: nuclear submarine-grade soundproofing, wading depth up to 1.5 meters, strong horsepower, high torque, tires supporting multiple pressure settings for sand and mud, and with modifications, you could get one for about five million yuan-very suitable for civilians in the Wasteland World.

This model wasn’t available in City A, and Gu Huaiwei didn’t have enough money at the moment, so she didn’t place an order. Instead, she visited a few other dealerships to compare other brands of off-road vehicles.

Mu Lingxi was always energetic. Whenever she entered a dealership, she would grab a few cookies or help herself to a couple of cups of sour plum juice.

After wandering around, she burped, feeling full.

Gu Huaiwei was fed all the way and her stomach was also quite stuffed.

In the end, they didn’t make a purchase.

In the Wasteland World, acid rain began to fall, pouring down like spider silk, corroding the streets that were already riddled with holes.
The air carried a faint scent of sulfur. Puddles on the ground bubbled with a metallic sheen, slowly spreading outward, as if the world itself had been tossed into a witch’s cauldron.

The white-haired old man from next door came into the shop to take shelter from the rain, bringing four of his subordinates with him.

He put on an act, coming over to inquire about rooms.

Gu Huaiwei didn’t chase them out, simply letting them stay in the lobby.

There were no new guests today; even the Rat People hadn’t come to the hotel entrance to trade goods.

It was on a rainy day like this that Lin She returned.

He held a bright red umbrella, walking alone through the ochre rain. Raindrops drummed dully against the umbrella’s surface. Beneath it, he looked especially pale. In a world of rust and crimson, he was a fleeting stroke of black and white.

Gu Huaiwei opened the door for him.

As soon as he stepped inside, Gu Huaiwei caught a strong, fishy odor mixed with the sulfurous tang of the acid rain outside.

The pungent, overwhelming smell made her frown.

She looked at Lin She.

Originally, she’d wanted to ask where he’d gone these past two days without taking leave.

But seeing his odd state, Gu Huaiwei swallowed her questioning words and replaced them with feigned concern: “Are you all right?”

“Not really. This rain makes me feel awful all over.” Lin She muttered, head bowed, black hair nearly covering his eyes and the right side of his face.

He looked exhausted, his dark green eyes hollow and dim, devoid of any light.

“If you’re still not feeling well, you can take a few more days to rest.” Gu Huaiwei hoped Lin She would stay and recuperate in the hotel, rather than disappearing again.

He remained silent.

Considering that the hotel’s model worker couldn’t be allowed to collapse, Gu Huaiwei softened her tone and offered a more humane suggestion: “The themed rooms are often vacant. If there are no guests, why don’t you rest in one of them for the next couple of days?”

Lin She shook his head. “No need. Once the rain stops, I still have to go out.”

Still have to go out?

Gu Huaiwei’s lips pressed into a thin line. “How many days off do you need?”

“A dozen or so. I’ll be fine by then.” Lin She wrinkled his nose, his gaze sweeping around the lobby. “It smells terrible in here. I’d like to rest for a bit where you take your afternoon naps.”

That unpleasant smell came from the insecticide Gu Huaiwei had sprayed a few days ago.

“Sure.” Gu Huaiwei noticed that beneath the hair covering the right side of his face, there were faint, scale-like silvery-white markings.

Lin She went into the staff storeroom and locked the door behind him.

Not long after, faint and peculiar sounds came from within.

It sounded like heavy breathing, mixed with the splash of water and the tearing of something-almost as if something smooth and soft was slowly being peeled away…

The door muffled the sounds.

If Gu Huaiwei’s senses hadn’t become unusually sharp, she wouldn’t have noticed the strange noises at all.

Distracted, Gu Huaiwei set down the staff register in her hands.

The sounds continued intermittently.

Frowning, Gu Huaiwei glanced at the staff storeroom. Driven by curiosity, she picked up a plate of freshly washed cherry tomatoes and knocked on the storeroom door.

The door opened a crack. Lin She stood there, his hair damp. The lights inside were off, and in the darkness, only his pale face was visible through the gap.

“Lin She, are you all right?” Gu Huaiwei tried to peer inside, but it was too dark to see anything.

“I’m fine,” he replied.

Gu Huaiwei handed him the cherry tomatoes.

Lin She politely declined.

He didn’t seem to eat much in the way of vegetables.