Zuo Ling said she wanted the rest, and the young man selling candied hawthorns looked at her with surprise.

Candied hawthorn skewers are not an expensive food; a skewer costs 3 yuan, and while some people buy a dozen or more, few buy just enough to cover the cost.

The deliveryman counted: "There are still 320 skewers left."

One skewer costs 3 yuan, 320 skewers cost 960 yuan.

Zuo Ling took out 300 yuan: "Deposit, I'll pay the rest when I pick up the goods."

The deliveryman was happy to be able to finish work early.

Zuo Ling then went to buy braised beef.

Not many people buy braised beef before closing time.

Zuo Ling said she wanted to buy everything, much to the delight of the shop assistants.

The shop sells over 1,000 jin of braised beef a day. Less is sold in the morning, and there are still over 600 jin left. At 75 yuan per jin, that's about 50,000 yuan.

Big order!

The look in Zuo Ling's eyes was full of joy; it would be wonderful to encounter someone as wealthy as her every day.

Selling in small quantities involves cutting and weighing, sometimes with arguments, keeping you incredibly busy, and you're always on edge, afraid of making a mistake in the accounts.

This is great! I made money without doing much work. It's wonderful to think about.

One person stays at the window to greet customers, while the rest of the staff come up to help.

After weighing, it weighed 620 jin (approximately 360 catties).

The shop owner was very happy and rounded down the price, bringing the total to 46,000.

Scan the code to pay, and ask the staff to cut it into 5-pound portions. Two or three people will help load it into the car.

620 jin (360 catties), that's a huge pile.

After making sure no one was around, she waved her hand, and braised beef appeared in the space.

The car still smelled of meat, and Zuo Ling swallowed hard. It smelled so good!

Zuo Ling bought 300 jin of dried sweet potatoes.

I wanted to buy 500 jin (250 catties), but the store was out of stock and they would have to order it from the factory. Zuo Ling was too lazy to wait, so she decided to buy 300 jin (150 kg).

26 yuan per jin, 300 jin for 7,800 yuan.

Carrying 320 strings of candied hawthorns, Zuo Ling felt both joy and heartache.

Money, it's gone too fast!

In just a few days, 250,000 yuan disappeared from the account.

Zuo Ling is heading towards Kyoto's largest Xinfa Agricultural Market and wants to rent a larger warehouse nearby.

We arrived at our destination at 5 PM sharp.

I was wondering whether I should go and ask the real estate agency since they were about to close for the day.

A young man stepped forward and asked, "Ma'am, are you looking to rent a room?"

Zuo Ling looked at him suspiciously. Did she have writing on her face?

Most people come to the farmers' market for grains, oils, and vegetables. How can you tell she's there to rent a room?

The young man smiled shrewdly.

"I work for a real estate agency. Business is tough. When a customer finally comes, everyone is vying to serve them, and I've been thwarted several times. I had no choice but to come to the parking lot to solicit customers. When you got out of your car just now, you looked around and your eyes lingered when you saw the real estate agent."

Zuo Ling smiled wryly. There were too many smart people. The first one was Old Dai, the next one was him, and the one in front of her was him.

She's unlucky; she's run into all sorts of shrewd people.

"I want to rent a warehouse. It needs to be a large, quiet place, for one month."

The young man thought for a moment:

“There are two warehouses. One is 10 miles from here, 8,000 square meters, with a large yard and surveillance cameras. It costs 50 cents per square meter per day. The other is 20 miles from here, 10,000 square meters, with a large yard, but no surveillance cameras, so security is not guaranteed. If you want to rent it, it will cost 50,000 yuan per month.”

Zuo Ling chose the one without surveillance cameras.

Renting a warehouse is just a matter of passing through; if there were surveillance cameras, it would be a serious problem.

"Ma'am, I need to tell you about that warehouse you're looking to rent. There was a theft there before, which is why the rent is much cheaper than other similar properties. There was a dispute because of that. If you rent it, you bear the risk yourself; our agency won't handle any compensation."

The young man repeatedly emphasized the safety issue.

Zuo Ling was just passing through the warehouse, so she naturally didn't care about safety.

Seeing that Zuo Ling wasn't worried at all, the young man said no more.

The two drove to a warehouse 20 miles away.

The warehouse is located by the roadside, some distance from the village. It is a prefabricated building that used to belong to a chemical plant, but was abandoned and turned into a warehouse.

The real estate agency staff cleaned it up fairly well.

Zuo Ling was very satisfied and signed the contract and paid 50,000 yuan on the spot.

The young man was clever and asked Zuo Ling:

"Hey ma'am, do you need any shelves? My classmate's family makes hardware and shelves too. The quality is guaranteed, and the price is absolutely fair."

"Sure, I was just thinking of ordering some."

Zuo Ling was too lazy to search all over the world, so it was perfect that someone had introduced her to someone.

The young man was beaming with pride, as he received a referral fee.

The young man's classmate's family runs a large hardware business, dealing in all sorts of things.

As Zuo Ling looked at the items, he muttered to himself, "What a treasure! What a treasure! In the apocalypse, owning a hardware store like this would make you a local tyrant."

The young man took a sample booklet, pointed to the pictures on it, and said, "We have these in our store."

He took Zuo Ling around the store and pointed out things to her.

The cold, bare shelves weren't very appealing, and Zuo Ling couldn't tell their quality, but she did check their sturdiness.

"Don't worry, we use solid materials, and we guarantee it won't break for decades. The ones with a heavy load capacity are more expensive, depending on where you'll use them. If the goods aren't heavy, there's no need to order the heavy ones."

Zuo Ling carefully selected and ordered 500 units, including light, medium, and heavy-duty ones. She wanted five-layer light and medium-duty units and two-layer heavy-duty units.

The young man's classmate rounded down the price, charging him 240,000 yuan, and they agreed to deliver the goods within a week.

Zuo Ling originally wanted to order 1,000 units, but she didn't expect the shelves to be so expensive. Thinking about it, they're all made of steel, so it's normal for them to be more expensive.

Her space isn't small; it's the size of three football fields, over 30,000 square meters, and you can put a lot of things in it.

Zuo Ling has obsessive-compulsive disorder; she feels uncomfortable if things aren't arranged neatly, so she has to use the money she would have saved from stockpiling supplies to order shelves.

In the apocalypse, there are no factories, but everything is good. It'll last for many years, so the price is justified.

Zuo Ling comforted herself in this way.

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