The next step is to pay taxes and fees. Most survivors do not have high-end things like nutritional agents. This is not something ordinary survivors can do unless they have made transactions with civilians or wealthy people in the World Government, so they can only hand over some things they think are valuable as a substitute for currency.

Any survivors whose items were approved entered the city through the gate on the left, indicating that they had obtained the free status of civilians, and those who were not able to pay taxes were sent into a bus on the right. The upper and lower entrances of the bus and the inner aisles were guarded by soldiers wearing black masks. There was no doubt that it must be a bus transporting slaves. The purpose of arranging guards was to prevent slaves from causing trouble.

In fact, you can’t call taxes or fees, and you can choose not to enter the city and continue to live a life of hiding from all over the world. However, people in the end of the world have long been tired of the days when they even have to be careful of zombies when they eat and sleep. They have food and are safe when entering the city. They are much happier than having to go with some survivor teams of incorrect origins.

Zhang Yuntian flipped through his backpack, and there was only a self-defense hammer inside and a small handful of cookie residue that was dry and broken into fine crumbs. It seemed that he was not doing well in this world. Not to mention that he did not have any decent self-defense items, just a little bit of food at the moment, I am afraid it would be difficult to spend more than one day.

But it doesn't matter. Who asked me to help him fulfill his wish? Although there is no green nutritional agent, as long as it is food, it should not be difficult to pay personal income tax.

Zhang Yuntian has the ability to travel through space and space. Food is available in the main world. He can't afford high-end ingredients such as abalone and shark fin, but it's more than enough to just take some gadgets like instant noodles and biscuits.

He turned his ring counterclockwise, just like when he came, the surrounding pictures began to blur and distort, and finally turned into a ball of black. What was slightly different from when he came was that there was no portal this time, but went back directly to his nest of only a few dozen square meters.

Zhang Yuntian looked up at the time. At 1:35 a.m., time was indeed still. He had been in the end of the world for at least two or three hours, but the real time had almost no change. Even if he had passed for a few seconds, it was just a delay caused by operating the time and space ring, which could be ignored.

Pay tax! The most important thing now is to find food that can replace taxes. Unfortunately, at this time, in this remote area, all the supermarkets around were closed, so he could only see what food was left at home. He vaguely remembered that he bought three bags of instant noodles in the morning, but only ate two bags, and there should be one bag.

In fact, he could have waited until tomorrow morning to buy all the items before traveling through time, because the time of the ant plane was still at this time, but he was so excited that he was stunned at this moment. He never expected this section, and even if it was a bag of instant noodles, it would definitely be rare in the end of the world where the zombies had been rampant for eight years, so he would definitely take advantage of it!

This cheap rental house does not have a refrigerator. All the snacks and instant noodles were piled in the kitchen cabinet. He hurriedly took out the bag of almost forgotten braised beef noodles and gently kissed it on the packaging bag. This thing must be ten thousand times better than the chicken shit green nutritious agent, and the portion is also more substantial. Maybe it is unknown if the tax officer is happy to be promoted directly to the rich!

He turned his ring lightly and returned to the end of the world plane. The team was still so long. When he left, there were six people in front, and now there were still six people, and they still maintained their original posture. They continued to move again until the picture gradually became clear.

None of these six people had any tributes, and were pushed to the bus on the right by the tax officer indifferently, and the next one was himself.

"Taxes!" The tax officer stretched out his hand, which had been called out to Zhang Yuntian with expressionless face, with his eyes full of disdain. The young man in front of him was loose and he knew at a glance that he was a poor man and was destined to be a slave.

He has been a tax officer for three or four years and has been dating all kinds of people. When he is the busiest, he has to charge hundreds of people a day. After countless inspections, he has told him that the boy in front of him will definitely not be able to pay taxes, but he still followed the process of doing things and asked Zhang Yuntian to show some valuable things in one fell swoop.

Zhang Yuntian was prepared, so he confidently took out a pack of braised beef noodles from the bag (of course, it was actually taken out of the void warehouse, and the backpack was just to cover up his eyes and ears). He took out a pack of braised beef noodles and handed it over, then looked at the tax officer's face in his heart.

The tax officer's cold face suddenly melted the moment he saw the instant noodles, and he showed a rare smile, but then he was covered with a cold expression. He said coldly: "Hmph, don't you know that the shelf life of instant noodles is only six months? It's eight years since the end of the world has arrived, and you actually want to fool me with this expired garbage! Guards, take this scammer away and send it to the slave market for auction!"

"Ah? What's the situation?" Zhang Yuntian was confused. He had never considered the issue of shelf life before. Although this pack of instant noodles must have not expired, the factories in the end of the world have closed. Who can still produce such complex things as instant noodles? Therefore, it is reasonable to be misunderstood that it was expired before the end of the world.

(To be clear, this is a foreshadowing. I will declare again that this article will never abuse the master. This will be reflected in the subsequent chapters)

Zhang Yuntian regretted it too much. He had known it, he would have brought a bag of rice directly. Although this thing is simple, it is absolutely practical! It's just that he never cooks at home, so of course there is no rice. This is just his longing.

Before he could react, two strong men in black masks came over, one of them held his arm and dragged it towards the bus.

"You have to believe me. This thing has never expired. I swear, if you don't believe me, you can tell if you don't believe me! You must believe me!"

Zhang Yuntian struggled to explain to the tax officer, but the tax officer took his words as he heard the wind and said lightly: "Next, taxes!"

It lasted for another thirty minutes, until the small box containing the taxes was a little full, the tax officer stopped a little, and suddenly found that the bag of instant noodles was next to the box. He threw it away casually, and the instant noodles were circling around the air and landed in front of a red high-heeled shoe.

The owner of the high heels is a 20-year-old woman with a cool appearance and a hot figure. She wore a white open-collar shirt on the upper body, revealing a deep career line, and a miniskirt on the lower body, revealing a pair of slender and straight legs.

Any man will inevitably feel impulsive when he sees her even a gentleman who is calm in his arms.

But when the tax officer saw her, he looked like a mouse seeing a cat. He hurriedly bowed and looked directly at the ground, and didn't even dare to look at her.

"No. I don't know, you are here and you are in a big way. I hope you won't be surprised!" The tax officer's domineering energy just now was gone, but now he was so nervous that he even stuttered even when he spoke.

The woman ignored him at all, just like there was only a cloud of air standing in front of her. She looked down at the bag of complete instant noodles under her feet, and a strange feeling appeared in her heart! Although this instant noodles looked no different from those expired garbage at first glance, it seemed to be a little different when it was carefully looked at it. She couldn't tell what the problem was.

There was a girl wearing a red cheongsam beside her. She should be her servant. She is very smart and can guess the master's wishes. She took two steps forward, held the instant noodles in her hand, bowed and handed them to the woman, "Master, please check it out!"

The woman carefully looked at the bag of instant noodles. The packaging was brightly colored, not like garbage that had been sealed for eight years. Any color would oxidize and fade over time. This is common sense, but the brightness of this packaging is just like that of a new factory. She has not seen such a color for many years.

Her beautiful eyes looked at the instant noodles with interest, and her eyes were suddenly attracted by a small black letter on the corner of the bag. Although her reason told her not to have too much hope, she still said lightly: "Xue'er, check the date of delivery!"

Xueer nodded and looked at the small words carefully. On March 20, 2016, when she saw this date, her pupils suddenly tightened, as if she had seen something terrible. She rubbed her eyes and looked carefully several times. It was indeed March 20, 2016!

How is it possible?! How can instant noodles produced two months ago appear now? This is too ridiculous, just as absurd as someone told her that the end of the end of the world has ended.

She didn't dare to tell the woman next to her rashly that she didn't dare to make such a low-level mistake as she was in her own identity. She quickly used her nails to snipe the small characters and confirmed that the small characters were printed on the factory, not deliberately faked by others. Then she said the result softly in the woman's ear with tact.

"What?" The woman was shocked, and her plump breasts fell with her tight breathing. After a while, she returned to calm. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly and said to herself: "What I gave two months ago? Haha, it's really interesting. No matter who owns such a thing, she is definitely not an ordinary survivor!"

Her tone suddenly changed, and she said to the tax officer with an unquestionable tone, "No matter who handed over this thing, please invite him to my office immediately. Never neglect this distinguished guest!"

The tax officer did not expect that this instant noodles were produced two months ago. No wonder she attached so much importance to this matter. She slapped her mouth hard. She could still mislead her experience in looking at people for so many years. She was so blind. Looking back on Zhang Yuntian's confident expression before, why didn't she notice it? If she really sold this distinguished guest as a slave, then her whole family would not have thought about it. He hurriedly smiled and said, "I'll invite him out now! I'll do it right now!"

The tax officer said as he turned to the slave bus, but the bus on the roadside was empty and there was no one. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then frightened to the point of being ashamed, and replied to the woman tremblingly: "Sorry, sir, slave, slave, big bus has left, it should have been auctioned at the Slave Square."

The woman glanced at the man in front of her who was so scared that she was shaking, and her eyes were full of murderous intent, "Give you three days! You can do it!"
Chapter completed!