CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 49: KILLING THREE BIRDS WITH ONE ARROW

Outside the Louvre, at the checkpoint, the atmosphere was tense.

Lin Yi said lazily to several fully armed foreign policemen, "Take me to see the head of security at the Louvre, I have a business deal to discuss with him."

"Who are you? Why should I report you?" The policeman’s tone was clearly angry.

"Just tell him the potato merchant is here."

"What? Are you kidding me?" The policeman’s face flushed with anger and he was about to start shouting.

Just then, another policeman quickly reached out to stop him, then pulled out a walkie-talkie, and quickly reported the situation to his superior.

Soon, the familiar voice came through the walkie-talkie, belonging to the short, fat bureaucrat once seen on the second floor of the Louvre.

But this time, his voice was weak and mixed with violent coughing: "Quick... bring the guest up, immediately... cough cough..."

Lin Yi led five Transmission Specialists into the Louvre refugee camp and was shocked by the scene before him.

Looking around, it was like a purgatory on earth.

Bodies piled layer upon layer, human and zombie corpses intertwined, emitting a nauseating stench of decay.

Swarms of flies hovered above, making a creepy buzzing sound that sent shivers down one’s spine.

The once fortress-like Louvre had now suffered a devastating disaster.

The palace door was smashed to pieces, the frame twisted and deformed, with deep claw marks crisscrossing the walls.

Zoe pointed to a place not far off, her eyes red, her voice trembling slightly, asking Lin Yi: "Boss, can we help them?"

Lin Yi looked in the direction of her finger, seeing hundreds of refugees forced to laboriously collect spent shells and other useful items among the pile of corpses.

Their eyes filled with despair and helplessness, their movements mechanical and numb.

How to help them?

Take them all away? Bring them back to the Shelter?

What can they do if they go?

These people would rather rely on the camp leader than take control of their own destiny. Like walking corpses, declining day by day, waiting to starve to death.

"But...they are human too..." Annie spoke, unable to hold back, bursting into tears.

Lin Yi looked cold: "Human, huh? Don’t forget, it was ’humans’ who imprisoned you, selling you like goods."

After saying that, he strode forward, continuing into the Louvre: "I won’t take these useless people back to the Shelter. They’ll only hold me back..."

Ten minutes later.

The group arrived at the security chief’s office on the second floor of the Louvre.

The short, fat man adorned with jewelry still sat before a desk full of monitors, but compared to the last time he was now a different person.

Last time, he acted as if he were the King of the whole Louvre, but now he looked pale and anxious, like he had a serious illness.

"Long time no see?" Lin Yi greeted casually, not expecting the other to respond.

He found a soft couch on his own, leaned back comfortably, and indicated for the five Transmission Specialists to find seats at will.

The short, fat bureaucrat watched Lin Yi’s dismissive actions, and couldn’t help but explode.

He stood up abruptly, shouting: "What are you doing here? You see we’re in trouble now; come to watch the show? Or to mock me?"

Lin Yi froze upon hearing this.

Something’s off, this man has changed too much, where’s his Qi Cultivation Skill gone.

However, Lin Yi didn’t care, he showed a teasing smile and casually said two words: "So..."

"So you came to cause trouble?!" The bureaucrat’s forehead bulged, his face flushed red with suppressed anger.

Lin Yi’s smile grew wider; he particularly enjoyed seeing the other eating crow with anger.

"I have three tons of potatoes, two and a half Coins per pound. Besides, there’s a condition."

Lin Yi’s tone was extremely casual, as if these three tons of potatoes meant nothing to him, just like things given to beggars.

The bureaucrat naturally noticed this but dared not get angry.

Three tons of food, for the Louvre now, was incredibly important.

The higher-ups were already dissatisfied with him, thinking the fall of the Louvre and great damage was due to his failure.

But it was tens of thousands of zombies!

Who can withstand that?!

Moreover, he had actually risen by exploiting and squeezing refugees.

The people upstairs of course knew this, yet still wanted to blame him for ineffective command and inadequate defense?

These bastards!

Now, his only chance to redeem himself was to stabilize the refugees quickly and show the higher-ups he still had more means and potential to exploit, yet untapped.

And these three tons of potatoes, quickly restoring physical strength and extending hunger, were his pledge of allegiance!

But to achieve all this, depended on the young man in front.

He still remembered seeing this Oriental for the first time, dressed in bright yellow pants and a pink T-shirt, like a hip-hop singer.

He looked like an ant that could be crushed anytime.

Yet this "ant" had coveted potatoes, and even vegetable planting technology.

To obtain this planting technology, he had sent people to follow him and even hoped to detain him.

Yet he hadn’t expected this young man to have the ability to single-handedly wipe out the Blue-haired Gang.

This was not an ant—this was a mountain tiger!

The short, fat bureaucrat and Lin Yi stared at each other, perspiration formed on his forehead.

Now, in terms of stature and power, he was no match for the other, completely reduced to a water buffalo led by the nose.

He slumped in the chair, dejectedly saying: "What are your conditions? Just say them."

"I want one of your operations—cleaning zombie corpses, first, let’s be clear, I need to clean at least several thousand, you pay me one and a half Coins for each."

Lin Yi finished speaking, and a confident smile appeared on his face.

In the past, he had no clear idea how many Coins the Louvre held.

But with this battle against thirty to forty thousand zombies, they must have harvested a lot of Coins.

Assuming that every 10 zombies yield about 6-8 Coins, they had at least twenty to thirty thousand Coins.

Nowadays, in the real world, the value of Coins was virtually just for vending machines.

Therefore, Lin Yi was sure the opposite would agree.

Thus, this trip to the Louvre, he not only sold potatoes and harvested zombie corpses but also profited greatly from the Louvre.

This was truly hitting three targets with one arrow!

"Several thousand?! Fine, take them all!" Sure enough, the short, fat bureaucrat took a deep breath and agreed immediately.

At times like this, the cost of cleaning and disposing of corpses was extremely high, considering food had to be provided for the workers.

Upon seeing the agreement, Lin Yi showed no sign of joy on his face: "Prepare the Coins, choose a trading location."

The bureaucrat stood up abruptly, glaring as he asked: "You... have potatoes now!?"