Ji Hao felt very satisfied after dealing with Aunt Chen.
He took out ingredients from his spatial storage and cooked with Zhao Meijing.
There's plenty of cooked food stored in the space, which I could take out and eat directly, but that's no fun. Anyway, there's plenty of time in the apocalypse, so I might as well find some entertainment for myself.
Although Zhao Meijing is the company's female president and usually focuses on her work, she is actually a very good cook. After cooking several ingredients, they became delicious and tasty, which Ji Hao praised highly.
In the afternoon, the two had nothing to do, so after watching a movie for a while, they went to the gym to work out.
Zhao Meijing changed into a blue yoga outfit. Her voluptuous figure looked even more explosive in the tight-fitting yoga clothes, with curves in all the right places, as if the yoga clothes were about to burst.
Zhao Meijing was doing yoga on the side, stretching her body to the music and releasing her boundless charm.
Ji Hao felt a surge of heat and could only frantically do push-ups to calm his inner turmoil.
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred...
Ji Hao did a thousand push-ups in one go, which shocked Zhao Meijing. "Is this guy even human?"
"You... how did you do that?" Zhao Meijing stopped doing yoga and stared intently at Ji Hao with her big eyes.
Ji Hao said, "Have you forgotten that I am a superhuman?"
Zhao Meijing suddenly realized what was going on. If only she could become a superhuman.
"Aren't you tired?" Although she understood the reason, Zhao Meijing still felt it was an exaggeration.
"You've seen it all before, how could you be tired?" Ji Hao said with a mischievous smile.
"Get lost, you're so frivolous," Zhao Meijing said coquettishly, exuding charm.
After doing a thousand push-ups, Ji Hao didn't even blush or feel a racing heart. It was as if he hadn't done any of them at all, as they didn't serve any purpose for exercising.
Ji Hao was somewhat troubled. Was this the downside of being a superhuman?
So, under Zhao Meijing's surprised gaze, he did another thousand sit-ups.
Now I finally get a feel for it, but that's all.
Oh dear, this is so frustrating.
"Sister Meijing, hasn't anyone told you that you look very attractive in yoga clothes?" Ji Hao stared at Zhao Meijing's curvaceous figure, and the anger that had just subsided immediately surged again.
Zhao Meijing's figure was already voluptuous and full, and when outlined by the yoga clothes, it looked like it was about to explode.
As a result, Zhao Meijing suffered the consequences.
"What...what are you going to do?" Zhao Meijing asked, somewhat flustered.
“You know you have a great figure, yet you still dare to wear yoga clothes in front of me. Aren’t you asking for trouble?” Ji Hao said.
"It's clearly your lustful audacity that's causing this, yet you manage to blame it on me! You lust after me, you're despicable!" Zhao Meijing glared at him.
Soon, the two ascended to heaven on the spot and became immortals.
......
afternoon.
Ji Hao played games for a while, then got a little bored, so he took out his phone to see what new news was online.
Just then, a resident was messaging him privately in the community group chat.
Han Wenxuan: "Brother Ji, do you still remember me?"
Ji Hao: "Who are you?"
Han Wenxuan: "I am the owner of a frozen seafood shop in the wholesale market. You bought a lot of seafood from my shop before."
Ji Hao: "I remember now, I have a vague impression of you. So you're also a resident of our community. I wonder what brings you here?"
Han Wenxuan: "I've run out of food at home. Could you please help me return some of the seafood I bought?"
Ji Hao: "How many do you want?"
Han Wenxuan: "Sixty percent."
Ji Hao: "Are you sick?"
Han Wenxuan: "Brother, I'm not kidding you. Take a look at this first. If I post it in the group, I don't need to tell you what will happen to you, right?"
Han Wenxuan sent over several photos, which included a purchase list and transaction records, with the total transaction amount reaching 200,000.
Ji Hao instantly understood Han Wenxuan's intention. If he didn't agree to share the seafood, Han Wenxuan would send the list and transaction records to the group. When everyone knew that Ji Hao had a lot of food, it would definitely cause public outrage, and they might even break down his door and rob him.
No wonder Han Wenxuan dared to ask for 60%; this leverage is indeed worth the price.
If he were an ordinary person, he might have compromised, but unfortunately, Ji Hao is not an ordinary person.
First of all, he has a safe house and weapons, so no one can break in. Secondly, he is a superhuman, so dealing with ordinary people is a piece of cake for him.
Ji Hao replied, "Brother, you have a big appetite. Aren't you afraid of overeating?"
Han Wenxuan: "Brother Ji, I advise you to agree to me quickly, otherwise if I'm in a bad mood and tell the residents of the community the secret, they will definitely tear you to pieces."
Ji Hao: "You idiot, who gave you the courage to threaten me? If you're hungry, eat more snow. You're a creature whose brain hasn't even fully developed yet, and you dare to yell at me? Who do you think you are? If you're so great, why don't you go to the Green Green Grassland and catch sheep to eat? What a piece of trash you are!"
Han Wenxuan: "Damn it, I'm only talking to you out of respect. Don't push your luck. Let me tell you the truth, I used to be a gangster. If you really piss me off, believe me, I'll kill you."
Ji Hao: "Oh dear, I'm so scared."
As he spoke, he sent a scared emoji.
Han Wenxuan was completely enraged and replied fiercely, "Fine, just you wait."
Ji Hao: "You think I'm afraid of you? You piece of trash!"
That evening, Ji Hao cooked the seafood he bought from Han Wenxuan, including lobster, abalone, and crab.
He also arranged the food on a special plating, making it look exquisite rather than like seafood, but rather like a series of fine works of art.
The table was piled high with platters of seafood, along with a bottle of 1982 Lafite, which looked incredibly appetizing.
Ji Hao took out his phone and snapped a bunch of pictures of the seafood feast. He didn't need to use Photoshop because the plating itself was exquisite and beautiful, so the photos were naturally pretty.
Ji Hao sent Han Wenxuan all the photos via private message, then enjoyed a fine meal with Zhao Meijing while drinking red wine and quietly waiting for Han Wenxuan's reply.
Upon seeing the picture, Han Wenxuan immediately felt a murderous urge. He had been starving all day and hadn't eaten anything, while Ji Hao was drinking red wine and eating seafood. It was infuriating to compare people like that.
Ji Hao: "Brother, your seafood tastes pretty good, want to try some?"
Han Wenxuan: "If you want to die, just say so."
Ji Hao: "How about you kneel down and call me grandpa, and I'll reward you with a lobster?"
Han Wenxuan immediately turned red and sent a voice message cursing, "Fuck you! Believe me or not, I'll rush over right now, break down your door, and kill you!"
Ji Hao: "I really don't believe it. Come on, I'm waiting for you in room 2201 of building 1."
Han Wenxuan: "Okay, you said it yourself, don't regret it."
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