21 University beauty Helen

Number 10010: 10086, you're too damn arrogant!!

Number 89454: Um, Dad, can you get me some water?

Number 453643: Damn, looking at how comfortable 10086 is, I'm really envious.

Number 894759: Have you guys noticed? This wine seems to be Romanée-Conti.

Among the many messages condemning Waldo, a survivor suddenly emerged, recognizing the red wine in Waldo's photo.

It's worth noting that even Waldo himself didn't recognize it.

But that's normal, he's not knowledgeable about wine.

Number 10010: What's Romanée-Conti? Can you say something others can understand?

Number 894759: Romanée-Conti is a top-tier wine from France, very expensive.

Number 345634: Damn, how expensive can a bottle of wine be? Can it really be that expensive?

The chat channel was abuzz with discussion.

They didn't expect that the bottle of red wine Waldo was drinking was such a precious top-tier wine.

Waldo was also surprised.

He didn't expect the system to give him such an expensive unlimited supply of wine.

If it were in the normal world, his value would instantly skyrocket, and he wouldn't have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of his life.

Unfortunately, in this post-apocalyptic world, Romanée-Conti is just an ordinary wine.

Here, no one would bother with this ridiculous red wine market.

Waldo looked at the French words on the wine bottle, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Number 345634: 10086, do you sell wine? I'm dying for a sip. I haven't had a drink in so many days, but it's driving me crazy! If you're willing, we can negotiate the price.

Number 345654: Wow! Wine worth tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands! High-class!

Don, who had previously interacted with Waldo, was also watching the chat channel.

In his hand, he held a tall glass, swaying with some inferior red wine.

Don enjoyed the luxury of drinking top-tier wine.

In the past, Romanée-Conti was nothing special to him.

But in this post-apocalyptic world, he could only ration himself to a bottle of inferior wine every day.

He used to console himself that at least he could still drink wine, which was a rare luxury.

Countless people had to risk their lives every day to gather even essential supplies.

But when he saw the picture Waldo posted, he couldn't hold back.

Don angrily threw the glass, splashing red wine on the wall with a loud crash.

Why? Why did this 10086 have so many resources to buy fortified walls? Why, why could he still drink Romanée-Conti in this post-apocalyptic world?!

As proud as Don was, he couldn't bring himself to ask Waldo to sell him wine.

Thinking about this, he became even angrier.

Number 10086: Exchange goods. Those who want wine, those who want steak, I only want combat supplies.

Number 10010: I'm laughing out loud. Do you think it's going to be like the last time with the blankets? That was because of uncontrollable weather, I had no choice but to be scammed by you. Wine? Steak? They are all nonessential goods, and you want to exchange them for combat supplies?

Number 10086: So, poor bastards like you shouldn't join in the fun. I want to sell to survivors who have abundant supplies and want to improve their quality of life. Sorry, but you don't seem to belong to my target audience.

Number 10010: *****, 10086, ***** you!

Number 10086: All those asterisks, you can't even type properly. With your level, you'd better go back to school!

Waldo fully utilized his subjective initiative and continued to use the vocabulary he had used to argue with people online on Number 10010.

But it didn't stop there. Waldo also took a video, walking around his mansion.

Finally, he held a glass of red wine and positioned the camera below his neck.

Brothers, I'm drinking this glass, help yourselves.

After this video was uploaded, the chat channel exploded once again.

The legendary 10086 actually revealed his true identity!

Many people even thought that the legendary 10086 would be a middle-aged muscular guy with a beard who remained silent.

This would fit their image of a surviving god in the post-apocalyptic world.

But they never expected that based on his voice, 10086 would turn out to be a young man.

But on second thought, it made sense.

After all, 10086 was so sharp-tongued in the chat channel and constantly using memes, which made it more likely for him to be a young person.

Waldo ignored the empty threats from other survivors in the chat channel and was instead annoyed by the flood of private messages.

Just now, many survivors secretly sent private messages.

Some were asking to buy red wine, others were asking to buy steak.

But they found it too expensive and hoped for a cheaper price.

There were even more people who sent noble-sounding phrases, asking Waldo to give them some supplies.

This way, they believed they would accumulate virtue, and in return, they would pray for Waldo.

Waldo rarely bothered with these people.

We're already in a post-apocalyptic world, and you're still talking to me about accumulating virtue?

The important thing is to think about how to survive.

However, one message caught Waldo's attention.

"Are you Waldo? It's Helen."

Naturally, Waldo recognized Helen, and they were even quite familiar.

After all, she was the famous beauty queen of the university, with suitors filling up the entire cafeteria.

Countless guys dreamed of her, causing the dormitory to always run out of toilet paper.

Waldo could exchange a few words with her and make some jokes.

But he was realistic and didn't harbor any unrealistic ideas.

After graduation, everyone went their separate ways, and contact gradually diminished.

In the blink of an eye, two years had passed.

Waldo reminisced a bit.

Once he regained his senses, he sent a message without denying his identity.

"Helen, you're amazing to be able to recognize me. Yes, I am Waldo."

It was the first time he encountered someone he knew, and Waldo felt a bit dazed for a moment.

He was also curious as to how Helen, who he hadn't seen in two years, could be so certain that the person in the

faceless video was him.

"Helen, how did you recognize me? I didn't even show my face. Do you have X-ray vision? I'm scared now, you've seen so much of me during our four years of university."

The chat box indicated that Helen was typing a message.

Soon, Helen sent a string of text.

"Of course, I recognized your voice! Have you forgotten that during university, I always told you that your voice was nice?"