He was a selfish person, incapable of treating others equally.
For those who submitted to him, he could guarantee the survivors a place to stay and shelter.
As for treating people like Su Ling with good food and drink, that was entirely out of the question.
Wen Shangyin dared not think too much, fearing that Shang Qi might hear his inner thoughts and deem them unfavorable.
His own brother, this dear brother, saw him as a thorn in his side, disdained him, and paid him no mind.
Suppressing the unsettling, restless thoughts in his heart, Wen Shangyin picked up his chopsticks and took some food.
He had intended to ask if there were serving chopsticks, but seeing that Su Ling and Shang Qi were not using them, he decided against it.
He picked up a piece of steamed fish, removed the bones, and put it into his mouth. Immediately, he was so stunned by the delicious, tender flavor of the fish that his pupils constricted slightly.
It wasn't that Wen Shangyin reacted so strongly because he was particular about food. Moreover, the Wen family was certainly not short of money, and he had tasted all sorts of delicacies.
Yet, even after tasting all kinds of fine food, he was captivated by a simple, ordinary steamed fish.
After finishing the fish, Wen Shangyin picked up some white-cut chicken, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in his mouth, once again astonished.
Following this, Wen Shangyin tasted every dish on the table. He was truly moved by the seemingly ordinary dishes.
Wen Shangyin, who usually looked down on such fare, had a rare hearty appetite and ate heartily.
It wasn't just Wen Shangyin; Song Lian beside him, and the subordinates who had come to protect him, were all ensnared by the exquisite cuisine.
If Su Ling and Shang Qi weren't dining at the same table, Wen Shangyin and his companions would have suspected that the entire spread was prepared specifically for them, to intoxicate them with food and turn them into Su Ling's "playthings."
Wen Shangyin and Song Lian felt that the meal was not enough and were still savoring it after leaving the table.
With everyone full and satisfied, they began to divide tasks.
The mobile fortress had moved, heading towards the chosen new base location.
While the fortress was on the move, Su Ling and the others were sunbathing in the courtyard.
Chu Jin, holding Little Jiang, looked over at Su Ling, his blood-red eyes slightly chilling. "If you are establishing a new base, cement and sand are essential."
Su Ling heard this and turned her head to look at Chu Jin. "It seems you have an idea."
"Of course," Chu Jin said, looking at Su Ling without reservation. "I am very familiar with City A. I know where you can find the things you need."
Su Ling leaned back lazily in her chair, sunglasses on, her head tilted slightly towards the strong sunlight. "Tell me."
Chu Jin did not hold back. He now considered himself Su Ling's partner, a member of the team.
Therefore, he did not conceal any information he had that would be beneficial to Su Ling and the others, revealing it directly. "Tens of kilometers away from the new base site, in the suburbs of City A, there is a cement factory, a sand factory... In short, everything needed to build a base is in that vicinity."
After speaking, Chu Jin petted Little Jiang's head. "However, the road back and forth is long, and there are zombies everywhere along the way. As for the zombies, I can control them. The only variable is that there are espers in the vicinity of that route. They have carved out their territories, formed their own factions, and are very powerful."
Chu Jin continued, not hiding anything and speaking without reservation. "In the early days of the apocalypse, I suffered at their hands. It's no longer the early days, and I don't know if they have become even more powerful."
"But if we need building materials, we will have to pass through the routes blocked by those people. To put it bluntly, we still have to fight this battle!"