He had no choice. As soon as he and his mother were about to go to work, Fang Zhiyi would show up on time, making it impossible for them to sit or lie down comfortably, and they couldn't avoid her.

"Listen to me, next..."

Greyhound listened to Fang Zhiyi with a puzzled look, his brows furrowing more and more: "Really? But... it's not a good idea to drag someone down like this."

“It’s okay, he’s stupid.” Fang Zhiyi’s tone left no room for doubt.

Greyhound's phone rang. He picked it up and glanced at it. It was Fang Zhiyi's commission that had been deposited into his account. He immediately nodded repeatedly, "Okay! I'll do as you say!"

Meng Bufan bought the canned goods, but his money was now mostly gone. There was nothing he could do; Fang Zhiyi had just bought far too much. But Meng Bufan had a clear understanding of the situation: money was about to become worthless.

But canned food alone is not enough; he needs other things as well.

The list is very clear.

He still has a lot to prepare, including generators, gasoline, seeds, dehydrated vegetables, and some weapons that he can buy.

The borrowed money was clearly not enough.

He also has to figure out how to transport these canned goods back to his apartment building to hide them, which will take some effort.

Meng Bufan returned home in thought, but a card fell out as he opened the door.

"Private loans disregard credit checks!"

Meng Bufan's eyes lit up.

I really am the protagonist! Isn't this just wishful thinking coming true?

The greyhound, hiding at the end of the corridor, watched the boy enter with the advertising card, and his admiration for Fang Zhiyi grew even stronger.

Amazing calculation ability! Why don't you go set up a fortune-telling stall?

Sure enough, he received his commission the next day. After making a phone call to inquire, Meng Bufan resolutely took out a loan of 100,000 yuan, completely disregarding the interest rate. Greyhound, as the introducer, also received a share.

He wanted to share some of the money with Fang Zhiyi, but Fang Zhiyi wasn't interested in it.

All he could think about now was the difficulty of this apocalypse. Mutants with almost abnormal vitality, without superpowers... weren't they doomed?

However, Fang Zhiyi still assigned Greyhound another task. Greyhound made an advertisement and posted it near Meng Bufan's house. Sure enough, after two harassing calls, Meng Bufan called to inquire about modifying the doors and windows.

Greyhound eagerly transferred the business to his cronies.

Over the next month, Greyhound became familiar with the business. Fang Zhiyi didn't even need to say anything specific; as long as he mentioned something like moving or vegetables, Greyhound would immediately transform into an all-purpose intermediary. After all, there was only one target customer: a fool with plenty of money.

Fang Zhiyi also received a phone call.

"Why haven't you been coming to school lately?"

Fang Zhiyi slapped her forehead, her mind filled with thoughts of the apocalypse, completely forgetting that she was still a student.

On the other end of the phone was his secret girlfriend, Hu Yuqian.

The original owner and she did nothing but hold hands and write notes.

"I have something to do, that's all." Fang Zhiyi hung up the phone directly. He could understand human nature in the post-apocalyptic world, but from the perspective of the original owner, Hu Yuqian was indeed quite annoying. After she curried favor with Meng Bufan, her attitude towards Fang Zhiyi changed significantly.