After discovering that the supermarket's restrictions could be changed, Lin Feng used the three opportunities today to take out all the canned luncheon meats, two pounds and four each time, for a total of 12 boxes.
Lin Feng tried it. The supermarket's restriction only changed the weight, but the number of pickups remained unchanged. It was still three times a day.
That's enough. 12 boxes of canned luncheon meat is a considerable amount of supplies in this apocalyptic world.
Lin Feng spent some time removing the plastic packaging from the canned luncheon meat. He didn't want anyone to find out the origin of the cans. Then Lin Feng put the 12 boxes of canned luncheon meat he took out from the supermarket into the Doomsday Table.
I was busy until midnight, and felt sleepy. Lin Feng had experienced too many things in just one day, and he felt tired, so he fell asleep on this simple bed.
Early the next morning, Dong Hu got up early and wanted to go hunting outside. Life in the apocalypse is difficult. If you want to survive, you must keep taking risks. If not, they can only be like the old, weak, sick and disabled in the slums, who receive a piece of moldy bread from the base every three days to ensure that they do not starve to death. But that feeling is very painful. It takes three days to eat a piece of bread the size of a palm, which brings endless hunger.
Dong Wu was only twenty years old, and it was the time when he was growing up. He had to earn more white crystals when he was young, so that he would have something to look forward to when one day he really couldn't move. Although they think far ahead, in this end of the world, no one wants to end up starving to death.
Lin Feng stopped Dong Wu's actions and put forward his own ideas.
"You are familiar with this base. Is there any place for free trade in the base?"
Now Lin Feng has 12 boxes of canned luncheon meat in his hand, and Lin Feng wants to sell them as soon as possible in exchange for some white crystals.
The benefits of white crystals to Lin Feng are obvious. As a cultivator, Lin Feng needs a large amount of crystals to improve his cultivation. Fortunately, he has the power to protect himself in this apocalyptic world.
"What do you want to buy?"
Seeing that Lin Feng would not let him go out hunting, Dong Wu was a little unwilling and frustrated. But thinking of Lin Feng's generosity and giving him a box of cans as soon as he made a move, Dong Wu was still very grateful.
"It's not buying. I want to sell some food. I don't know who I can sell it to in this base."
Although Lin Feng was not completely wary of Dong Wu in front of him, only Dong Wu could help him at the moment. When he first came to the apocalypse, Lin Feng was still quite wary of people in this world. After a brief day of contact with this fat man, Lin Feng felt that Dong Wu was a good person.
"There is a grocery store in the living area of the base. If you have anything to eat, you can go and ask. I've been to the grocery store a few times, so I should be able to collect it."
Dong Wu is still very familiar with the situation in the base. After all, it has been three years since the end of the world and this base has been established for more than two years. Although Dong Wu is from the slums, he still needs some things in life after returning from hunting, and Dong Wu has come into contact with many of these shops selling things. Although there are some differences between slums and living areas, there are still no restrictions on entry and exit.
So, on the premise that Lin Feng promised to give Dong Wu a white crystal, Dong Wu took Lin Feng through the slums and came to the living area of the base.
The living area is indeed very different from the slums. The faces and clothes of the passers-by on the street are much better than those in the slums. Except that there are no cars traveling on the road, everything else is similar to the small towns in Lin Feng's previous world.
At that moment, Dong Wu led Lin Feng to a shop. The shop had a small plaque, but there were quite a few products inside, ranging from clothing to daily necessities, and the categories were quite complete.
"What's the matter with you?"
The janitor in the store brought Lin Feng and two people in. He saw Dong Wu's shabby clothes and didn't even raise his eyelids. He spoke a few words between his teeth.
"We are here to sell things. Please call your boss out."
Dong Wu came to this shop on weekdays, and since he came from the slums, he naturally received a lot of looks. Knowing that he was at the lowest level, Dong Wu could only endure it.
Now that he came here to sell things with Lin Feng, it was naturally not the same as before. Moreover, from what Lin Feng said he was selling cans, even Dong Wu felt more confident in what he said.
What is a can? That is a luxury product in this end of the world. Dong Wu himself has not eaten canned luncheon meat for more than two years. Now Dong Wu can still recall the delicious taste of the box of canned luncheon meat that Lin Feng gave him yesterday.
"Selling things? It's a joke. Are our bosses something that poor people like you can meet whenever they want? What good things can you have? If nothing happens, leave quickly and don't stand there and affect my business."
The guy chuckled lightly and looked at Dong Wu's ragged clothes, which looked like he was selling things. A poor man still wants to see his boss? Lin Feng's clothes were still clean, but most of the people who could hang out with the poor were the same kind of people, so he was about to kick them out.
At this time, a middle-aged man walked down from the second floor of the shop. He heard the conversation between Dong Wu and the waiter. When he looked at Lin Feng again, his expression changed slightly.
"Xiao Li, you go down first." The middle-aged man said to the waiter downstairs on the stairs, and then turned to Lin Feng and politely said: "You two, please follow me upstairs to discuss in detail."
"I wonder what this little brother wants to sell to us?"
After Lin Feng and Dong Wu followed the middle-aged man to the second floor, they sat down in a reception room. The middle-aged man made tea for Lin Feng and the two of them and said politely.
Lin Feng glanced at this middle-aged man, and it was immediately clear that this middle-aged man realized that Lin Feng was a cultivator.
There are energy fluctuations on the body of a cultivator. Although this energy fluctuation is very subtle, it can still be sensed by people who are also cultivators. This middle-aged man was also a cultivator, and Lin Feng could feel the energy fluctuations in his body. Even Lin Feng couldn't tell the specific level of the cultivator.
Most cultivators can control their own energy fluctuations. By taking the energy fluctuations back into their souls, they can prevent others from discovering the cultivator's own energy fluctuations. But this process takes a certain amount of time. If there is an emergency, it will take some time to convert the energy back to use the soul power, which will be dangerous. Therefore, most practitioners will not hide their own energy fluctuations. Get up. Lin Feng did not hide the energy fluctuations in order not to cause unnecessary trouble. In this way, anyone who is also a cultivator can see it at once.
"can!"
Picking up the teacup in front of him and gently blowing on the tea leaves floating on it, Lin Feng uttered two words.
can!
After hearing Lin Feng's transformation, the middle-aged man cried out. But then I felt that I was a little out of sorts, and I immediately calmed down.
"I wonder how many boxes of cans sir have?"
After hearing that Lin Feng had a can in his hand, the middle-aged man's title of Lin Feng changed from brother to sir. This shows how much impact canned food has on people in this apocalyptic world.
In today's world, not to mention cans that can be stored for a long time, or even moldy bread, they are all good things. The original canned food is undoubtedly a human delicacy for people living in the apocalypse. Not to mention the shop owners, but also the people living in the center of the base, canned food is very tempting to them and they regard it as a luxury product. When the middle-aged man asked Lin Feng what to say, his voice was trembling.
"12 boxes."
Lin Feng gently put down the tea cup in his hand and said lightly.
Big business! Definitely big business!
After hearing Lin Feng say that he had 12 boxes of cans, the middle-aged man's face flushed with excitement, and his hair was trembling.
(End of chapter)