Chapter 4: Su Huan’s Compound Interest Favor
Su Huan patiently said, “There’s a canned food processing plant nearby, but it’s uncertain how much food is left. Of course I don’t mind chatting with you a bit longer, but some people might miss the train tonight.”
The murmurs immediately stopped.
Everyone scattered and began walking outward.
Over forty carriages, but only about a thousand people—this already showed Su Huan’s character.
If they couldn’t pay for the train ticket, he would really throw them off the train.
Soon, over a thousand people had mostly left, with only a few slow-moving ones remaining.
A girl dawdled over to Su Huan’s side.
Su Huan narrowed his eyes, his tone casual, “Is there something I can help you with?”
The girl pinched her fingertips, hesitating, “Could I…”
“No.”
“Gurgle”
The girl’s stomach rumbled.
Her eyes instantly reddened, tears welling up as she pleaded, “I’m really too hungry…”
Su Huan suddenly realized, “Oh, it’s you.”
Last time, a few people hadn’t gathered enough supplies and had barely scraped together the train ticket money.
Without food, they naturally had to go hungry.
Su Huan pulled a piece of bread from his pocket and handed it to her.
The girl immediately wolfed it down, finishing it in three bites right after opening the bag.
Su Huan thoughtfully handed her a 330ml small bottle of drinking water.
After drinking it, the girl looked up with a sweet smile, “Brother Su, you’re such a good person.”
Yo, a little beauty after all.
Su Huan casually wiped the tears from the girl’s face, smiling happily too.
“Remember to bring back six portions of supplies.”
With that, ignoring the girl’s stunned expression, he returned to the train to get tools.
Liang Kuan went to carry the prepared metal boards.
……
Su Huan returned to the carriage and saw from afar a figure lurking suspiciously in front of his door.
Seeing the familiar knitwear and plump figure, he knew without guessing it was Yu Jing’s mother.
Su Huan activated his silent walking skill.
Standing behind the woman, just about ten centimeters from her body, he could faintly feel the warmth radiating from her.
Taking advantage of his height, Su Huan leaned his head over her shoulder, watching her twist her fingers like a little girl.
His voice eerie, “What are you doing here?”
The woman shuddered all over, her legs going weak as she lunged toward the private room door—fortunately the distance was short, and her hands caught on the door.
The fear came so suddenly that she didn’t even have time to make a sound.
Afraid she’d fall too awkwardly, Su Huan reached out and steadied her waist.
The woman finally twisted around to look, and seeing it was Su Huan, her fear didn’t ease—instead it intensified.
Maintaining the awkward pose, she tremblingly said, “I wanted to check on my daughter; she hasn’t come back all night…”
“Oh.”
Su Huan felt his fingers sink into the soft flesh of her hip.
“Click!”
The door lock opened, and Yu Jing with her high ponytail opened the room door.
The woman lost her balance and fell into Yu Jing’s arms.
Yu Jing held her mother, her dark and spirited phoenix eyes scanning the two of them with a hint of confusion, “Did you come to check the results?”
Su Huan acted as if nothing had happened, “Getting some tools—you come too.”
Yu Jing stepped aside, and her mother dodged to the other side like a startled rabbit.
She also avoided Su Huan’s playful gaze.
The messy parts in the room had all disappeared, and various tools were neatly placed on the table.
The motorcycle leaned in the center of the room, its front wheel slightly tilted left, the supercharger’s air intake opening like fangs in the shadows, its honeycomb-patterned inner walls resembling insect compound eyes.
The air still carried the cold scent of machine oil and leather mixed together, like exhaust from some giant beast.
Yu Jing frowned and explained, “It’s restored, but the sound is wrong. Probably some minor issue with the engine that needs checking one by one.”
Su Huan didn’t mind.
Just a few minor issues.
Could they be worse than the chainsaw + fuel hybrid motorcycle modified by the motorcycle guy?
Riders could get castrated and then roasted just from braking.
He could handle something that wild—let alone this safe and harmless little thing.
He simply replied with the motorcycle guy’s catchphrase, “There are too many flawed things in this world; as long as it starts, it’s enough.”
“Mm, since you say so… we’ll check it later.” Yu Jing was stunned for a moment, then relaxed.
Su Huan first pushed the big guy to the sightseeing carriage, where there was more empty space.
Then he took Yu Jing and the welding tools toward the front of the train.
Coming down from the front of the train, he saw Liang Kuan struggling to move a huge steel plate.
The steel plate was a full 25mm thick, V-shaped, perfectly covering the entire front of the train—it was something Su Huan had welded at some factory a few days ago.
“You plan to install… protection?” Yu Jing suddenly asked.
Su Huan, about to step forward, turned to look at her, “Any problem?”
Yu Jing calmly said, “If facing zombies or obstacles on the railway track, a plow-style front might be more effective.”
Su Huan’s eyes lit up slightly, “Good idea. Do you know exactly how to do it?”
Yu Jing walked to the front of the train, squatted down to look, “Simple—just weld the steel plate on at a 30° tilt. It’s just a bit troublesome.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do.” Su Huan said firmly.
He was counting on this train to survive, so he absolutely couldn’t skimp on the armament modifications.
“Liang Kuan, lift it up. I’ll weld, Yu Jing, you check the position from behind. Let’s finish by noon.”
After speaking, Su Huan clamped a welding rod, didn’t even connect the power, and just sparked it on the gap.
Yu Jing was stunned, about to remind him, when the bursting sparks nearly blinded her.
In disbelief, she looked again—Su Huan clearly held just welding tongs, no power supply, welding in mid-air!
It completely challenged her cognition!
“This is…”
“Align the position first. If you do well, I’ll tell you how to become an evolver.” Su Huan said calmly, his back to her.
Yu Jing looked at this mysterious man, sparks flickering in her eyes.
“Lift it a bit more; the angle’s too low to plow effectively.”
“Hey!”
Liang Kuan grunted, lifting the heavy steel plate, his face flushed red from the effort.
After an hour, the three finally finished welding the steel plate.
Looking at the front of the train with its rough welding marks, Su Huan nodded satisfied. It was the apocalypse— who cared about looks; as long as it was fierce, it was good!
“Next are the car windows. Weld the explosion-proof nets on the dining car, and today’s task is done.”
Liang Kuan patted his gloves, shaking off dust, and pulled a bunch of explosion-proof nets from carriage 3, starting to cut them on the spot.
No easy power outside, but it saved trouble—Su Huan just held the plug directly.
Then Yu Jing helped hold the explosion-proof net while he welded with the other hand.
It felt weird at first, but soon the three formed a tacit rhythm, working at top speed.
Before two o’clock, they had welded explosion-proof nets over all the dining car windows.
