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The former president of the chubby fish club, who had signed a death pact, was both terrified and shocked, yet helpless.
He couldn't lie to Su Luo anymore, let alone hide it. He could only hope that this madwoman wouldn't pay attention to this point. Little did he know that the more he tried not to let her pay attention, the more attention she paid to it.
Noticing Su Luo's gaze, Fathead Fish felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively took a half-step back, "M-Master..."
"Don't be afraid, you won't die anyway."
"Look how pitiful these rejuvenating herbs are, not having enough to eat."
"Go help them!" Su Luo said as he approached the fathead fish. The fathead fish, the former president, retreated step by step until he had nowhere left to go.
Watching the Rejuvenating Grass grow even stronger after devouring the fathead fish, Su Luo raised an eyebrow, smiled, and instructed Brain Brother to bring the other strange creatures as well, divide them into groups, take turns looking after the Rejuvenating Grass during the day, and relax on the arena at night.
She's living such a fulfilling life every day; I'm sure they'll be very grateful to her!
After all, there aren't many owners like her who are so dedicated to their contracted creatures.
As for those humans who were forced to sign indentures and remain in the Ghost Market, Su Luo did not indulge them too much.
You have to take responsibility for what you signed, and you're still doing all sorts of manual labor. You don't get any special treatment just because the new president is human.
Some human laborers who learned that the Ghost Market had changed hands and that the new chairman was human came to plead for mercy, hoping to use their human identity to get Su Luo to let them go. They wanted not only to let them go, but also to give them supplies.
Su Luo laughed immediately.
It's a miracle that people with such brains have survived this long. Since they're so eager to die, Su Luo doesn't mind sending them on their way.
Afterwards, the nursery of Rejuvenating Grass had a little more fertilizer.
Similarly, the pastry shop also opened a branch in the Ghost City commercial street, while the Delicious Restaurant also set up branches in the four-star Ghost City commercial street in the provincial capital.
Not only that, Su Luo also took some surplus and less-than-ideal supplies to the Ghost Market to sell, making use of waste materials and offering discounts to attract human purchasing power.
Of course, most of the humans here are those who are interested in bases, guilds, or cities like West City!
No matter how much a city hoards, without external supplies, it will eventually run out. The rules of the Ghost Market are few and transparent. As long as you don't break the law, there are generally no problems. Compared to those bizarre dungeons where you have a slim chance of survival, anyone with a little bit of ghost money knows where to find supplies.
By the time I finished dealing with the provincial capital chamber of commerce matters, it was already past the seventh day of the lunar new year.
This year has been quite busy.
Remembering the cakes the gourmet had made, Su Luo boarded the bus, waiting to return to the cottage to see the surprise the gourmet had prepared for her.
...
As the days went by, thanks to the "Congratulations on Getting Rich" skill, Su Luo earned no less than 500,000 in net profit from the two strange market streets in just one month.
Of course, most of it is thanks to that little bottle of revitalizing fluid.
No more, no less, the high price of 300,000 was bought by an unfamiliar two-star monster. It didn't seem to be a monster from this area, and I wasn't very familiar with it.
Su Luo said he didn't care, even if the Ghost King came, it wouldn't make a difference, and he wasn't afraid of the commercial street being robbed.
She might not be able to beat someone in terms of strength, but when it comes to money, that's a different story!
The billions of dollars in ghost money weren't burned for nothing!
However, the weather in this bizarre post-apocalyptic world became increasingly strange. The days grew longer and the temperature remained high, soaring from around 30 degrees Celsius to nearly 40 degrees Celsius. There had been no rain for a long time, and some places that were already short of water became even more severely affected, not to mention food shortages.
Fortunately, Ma Bowen and his team had repaired the irrigation canal and dug a pool to store water in advance, but if the weather continued like this, it wouldn't be a solution.
Inside the cabin, Su Luo opened a piece of chocolate-flavored ice cream that the gourmet had just made, paired with freshly prepared Sichuan-style boiled chicken. It was spicy and icy, and tasted delicious.
Mantou squatted on her lap, sticking out his tongue with a laugh. Guifei (a yellow Maine Coon) lay on her left side, stretching out her body and fast asleep. A huge projector was set up, playing a video of a schoolchild dying.
"Oh dear, he's dead already?"
"The murderer must be among them!"
There is only one truth!
"Sister Su, I bet that middle-aged teacher is the murderer!" Seeing Su Luo watching anime, Mao Mao, who had just helped Lu Fuling deliver something, became completely engrossed.
They're still children, which is exactly the age when they like these things.
"Sit down, together."
Patting the seat next to her, Su Luo didn't mind watching TV with this obedient and sensible little kid. After all, watching TV with someone to discuss it with would be more interesting.
"Why a teacher?"
"He's speaking haltingly; there's definitely something wrong with him!"
"What if it was a classmate? The deceased's best friend is also a big problem."
As episode after episode played on the projector, the audience, which initially consisted only of Su Luo, gradually grew. Eventually, even food critics were sitting there with stainless steel bowls as big as foot basins, eating and watching at the same time.
"These fancy things humans have come up with are actually quite interesting," the food critic remarked while eating.
Fortunately, the food critic thought it over carefully last time and didn't make the mistake of making a cake according to his own aesthetic. Instead, he made a fondant cake exactly like the boss's, which pleased the boss so much that he was reluctant to eat it. He asked the butler to find a box for it, and it is now placed in the display case next to the cabin's dining room.
This incident delighted the gourmet for quite some time. He would tell everyone he met about it, and if he had a tail, it would probably be wagging its tail to the sky.
"I might give it a try next time," Rose Beauty said casually, her gaze fixed on Painted Skin.
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