"One of everything! What can't you finish? I'll pack it up!"
Watching the waiter bow and scrape as he left, a surge of pleasure welled up inside him. Indeed, one must stand at the very top to truly enjoy life!
Suddenly a familiar voice came from behind him, which made Meng Bufan pause for a moment.
He slowly turned around, somewhat incredulous, and saw a face that left a deep impression on him.
Fang Zhiyi! What's he doing here? For a moment, Meng Bufan felt a little guilty, after all, he knew that if it weren't for him, Fang Zhiyi and the others wouldn't have died.
To his surprise, Fang Zhiyi noticed his gaze, smiled at him kindly, and then continued chatting with the person opposite her.
Meng Bufan slapped himself. He had been reborn! In his previous life, he had never been to this hot pot restaurant until his death. So, Fang Zhiyi was here all day! Now it all made sense! What was there to feel guilty about!
He turned around, a smug look on his face. "You don't know yet, do you? The apocalypse is coming, and this time I'm going to ride roughshod over you!"
But what was said behind him caught his attention.
"You know, I had no choice. These canned goods and stuff were all taken from my uncle's supermarket. I have to get rid of them quickly, or my family will definitely beat me up when they find out."
"But so much fast food...you're putting me in a difficult position. These things aren't easy to sell these days."
"Brother, please help me out. I know you have connections, so can I sell it to you at the lowest possible price?"
Meng Bufan's heart pounded. So, Fang Zhiyi pretended to be so righteous back then, but it turns out he was a thief before the apocalypse! And he even had a batch of canned food and other food in his possession?
Isn't this like finding a pillow when you're sleepy?
Fang Zhiyi was still talking to the man, her voice getting lower and lower. Meng Bufan suddenly had a new idea: why not buy these things from Fang Zhiyi? Fang Zhiyi would regret it to death when the apocalypse came!
The thought of Fang Zhiyi's regretful yet hateful expression filled Meng Bufan with pleasure.
"Why don't you sit next to me and listen?" The man's words interrupted his fantasy.
Meng Bufan then realized that in order to continue listening, he had almost brought his head right up to the man's face. When the man turned around, he almost kissed him, which made Meng Bufan so angry that he raised his hand to hit him.
Meng Bufan quickly sat back down in his seat.
"A mentally ill person!" The man stood up. "I'm going to the toilet. Damn it, I can't even find a mentally ill person while eating hot pot."
A golden opportunity!
Seeing Fang Zhiyi's worried expression, Meng Bufan tentatively asked, "Um, Fang... friend, I heard you have canned goods to sell?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him listlessly and nodded: "My uncle had some leftover stock from his supermarket clearance sale. I figured it wouldn't sell anyway, so..." He rubbed his hands together, looking a little embarrassed.
Meng Bufan felt contempt in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.
"I was just thinking of buying some. How many do you have? And at what price?"
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