Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies
Chapter 302 - Chapter 302 Chapter 300 Also a Beauty in the Making

Chapter 302: Chapter 300: Also a Beauty in the Making Chapter 302: Chapter 300: Also a Beauty in the Making Jiang Yan was just about to unzip her backpack when she saw the older woman giving her a fawning look, eyes wide with delight as she said,

“Young Master Qin, you’re here!”

Before the older woman’s words had settled, her fingers deftly hid a CEO-themed novel under the counter and, with agile steps, she moved to the side and quickly started slapping the wall.

“Slap! Slap! Slap!”

The dimly-lit mall suddenly became brightly lit, as if it were broad daylight.

Young Master Qin?

That title…

Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow and her fingers paused on the zipper.

“Sister Zhao! Are you trying to blind me?!” a teasing, frivolous male voice came from behind.

The voice was light, lacking in strength.

“Cough, it’s all my fault, I got too excited seeing you, moved too fast!” the older woman chuckled sheepishly, then reached under the counter and pulled out an A4 sheet of paper.

Jiang Yan glanced at it; it was a hand-drawn chart with a bunch of items listed in dense clusters.

A strong scent of aftershave wafted from behind.

Jiang Yan’s brow furrowed, clearly feeling a gaze fixed on the back of her head.

“Mommy, that man is looking at you!” Hua Bao whispered in her mind, “And there’s another warrior, a woman.”

Jiang Yan didn’t have eyes on the back of her head, but Hua Bao served as her eyes.

“It’s okay,” she smiled.

While talking, a pale, sickly-looking man in his twenties with wine-red dyed hair approached.

He was very tall, around 1.8 meters.

But very thin, with a small frame.

He wore a thick red long padding jacket, and at a glance, he looked like a skinny popsicle.

A physically fit warrior followed him, carrying a gun at the waist.

A girl was with them too.

The girl looked pale and weak, but had a naturally beautiful face.

If made up, she could be quite a beauty.

She seemed to be around eighteen or nineteen.

She was dressed simply, the padding jacket she wore looked like a man’s, grey and greasy.

Jiang Yan took a quick look and roughly understood.

The brand logo on the man’s jacket was distinctly Maple Country Goose.

Before the apocalypse, it would retail for at least 30,000 RMB.

In the current extreme cold, it was even more sought-after.

As for that wine-red foil curled hair, the color and curls started right from the scalp.

Clearly, it was freshly done.

To be so conspicuous and flaunt in the apocalypse, and to have warriors following him, this Young Master Qin had quite the background.

It seemed Mo Jingsheng was right.

In the base, not everyone was purely righteous.

But that was to be expected.

Yaoben Base, Mo Jingsheng’s base, was one of the largest survivor bases.

It was normal to have a few important people and their families.

It was just that she didn’t want to get involved in these supposed dynamics of power.

After all, in the base, if one were to talk about cliques, Mo Jingsheng’s was the largest.

The man’s gaze paused briefly on her face, amazement and curiosity glinting in his eyes, but he quickly swallowed and averted his gaze.

Jiang Yan was wearing a mask today as usual.

But her thick, shiny hair, pale delicate skin, and her neat, clean attire, along with the relaxed aura she emitted, were not something typical families in the base possessed.

“Young Master Qin, these are the new items just stocked in the base’s supermarket, not many in quantity,” Sister Zhao respectfully handed him the A4 paper.

Young Master Qin nonchalantly took it and handed it to the girl next to him, “Take a look, what do you like?”

“Brother Qin Lei, I, I can have…” the girl’s lips trembled slightly, carefully speaking.