Chapter 1 My Supermarket is Abnormal

Sang Yian had a simple wish since she was a child, she wanted to be the daughter of the school canteen, so that she could have snacks freely, such as dry crispy noodles, chocolate, potato chips, spicy sticks, and ice cream.

So, at the moment when she was almost working overtime to death, Sang Yian cursed and swore that she would quit her job when she woke up and fulfill her childhood dream.

After being discharged from the hospital a week later, Sang Yian took the huge compensation from the company, resigned, and used this money to realize her dream in excess.

She did not become the daughter of the canteen, but became the owner of a supermarket.

As for how unscrupulous capitalists could possibly pay a huge amount of compensation, we can only say that Sang Yian was too good and seized the critical period of the company's listing. There was no chance of negative news. In short, the result was good.

She used all her savings to buy a small two-story house in the village in the city. The first floor was a supermarket and the second floor was for living. It was perfect.

Everyone was very pessimistic about Sang Yian's decision. They thought she was too short-sighted and had no vision. Nowadays, everyone likes to shop online. How can supermarkets make money?

Now that internationally renowned supermarkets can no longer operate in China, they have closed down and run away. She is actually planning to open a supermarket?

In less than two months, this supermarket will definitely be closed, and Sang Yian will definitely lose everything.

Having almost died, Sang Yian is now very Buddhist. She doesn't care about how much money she makes, as long as she can meet her daily expenses. Her life motto is that being alive is the most important thing.

Who would have known that a special guest would come on the night she prepared the goods.

At that time, Sang Yian had just made a self-heating hot pot to reward herself for her hard work, and she heard some noise downstairs.

"Could there be rats?"

Thinking of the various miscellaneous grains that she had just filled the container with so much effort, Sang Yian anxiously put down her chopsticks, put on flip-flops, took a broom, and trotted up the stairs.

"Didn't the previous owner say that there were no rats in the house? What about the most basic honesty...between people?"

After going downstairs, Sang Yian was stunned by the scene in front of her.

The side door of the supermarket was filled with colorful light.

In front of the door, a young man with bloodstains on his face, dressed in gorgeous clothes, stood with a sword, his eyes wide open, looking at everything in front of him in amazement.

Today, my father led hundreds of officials to hunt in the enclosure. He encountered an assassin during the hunt, and all his bodyguards were killed. He was seriously injured and fled desperately, but was finally shot off the cliff by the assassin.

"Is this hell? Are you King Yan? Are you here to take me to reincarnate?"

King Yan?

King Yan holding a rose-pink broom?

The carefree Sang Yian rolled his eyes, "Is your hell like this? It's all food and daily necessities. If hell is like this, I want to go there too."

Lu Zexu shut up.

"Also, I'm a woman. Have you seen the Queen of Yan? This is my home!"

Sang Yian had already walked over while she was talking. Of course, when she passed the kitchenware area, she picked up a frying pan, which could be used as a weapon or a shield.

"Thank you for saving me, young lady. I will definitely thank you." Lu Zexu bowed and bowed.

Sang Yian was so scared that she subconsciously raised the frying pan, but before she could swing it down, there was a clang and the boy fell to the ground.

Sang Yian immediately took two steps back, looked at her raised arm, then looked at the boy lying on the ground, and asked blankly, "Is this a new type of fraud?"

As a good young man in the 21st century, the worst thing Sang Yian had done in her life was to copy all her homework from her classmates during the winter and summer vacations.

Seeing a living person fainted on the ground, she subconsciously went upstairs to get the first aid kit, disinfected, stopped bleeding, and applied medicine.

She had never studied medicine and only knew some pitiful first aid knowledge. Fortunately, his condition did not look serious. The reason for fainting should be mental tension, overwork, and finally blood loss.

Sang Yian carried the person to the small lounge next to the stairs and settled him down. She also cooked white porridge in the rice cooker, and then went to study the side door of her supermarket.

She stretched out her hand, oh no, she touched the door with the frying pan. The frying pan passed through the halo normally. She just wanted to stick her head out to see what was going on, and then she found that the part beyond the frying pan could not touch the halo.

She was so happy in vain!

Sang Yian was so angry that he slammed the door frame, "I said, are you still my door? How can you cook according to the dishes? What, I am not as good as a frying pan? The pot can pass through, but I can't?"

The door did not respond at all.

Sang Yian continued to slam the door, "What's wrong with you? Others can come into my house through the door, but I, as the owner of the supermarket, can't go out. Is this reasonable? Is this reasonable?"

The door still did not respond.

Sang Yian sighed, and she stopped knocking on the door and started touching it. "I said, door, it's not a good habit to be disrespectful to others. You let people in so recklessly. What if they are brutal elements and use force to deal with me? What should I do then?"

Sang Yian thought that there would be no response this time. She didn't expect that she heard an old sigh.

[The gate of life will not let people with bad intentions enter. Similarly, if there are visitors who are not good for the owner, they will disappear immediately. 】

Sang Yian subconsciously looked around defensively, but there was nothing. She clenched the frying pan in her hand, "Who are you? Why are you in my house? How did the door of my supermarket become a life gate?"

【Why do you have so many questions, little kid? If you want to know more, just do your business. It's time for the old man to rest. 】

Sang Yian: "..."

She kicked the door frame, "Were you playing tricks just now? What old man? Where did the old man come from?"

【Alas, a woman beat an elderly man who lost his mobility at home late at night. Is it a distortion of human nature or a moral decline? 】

Sang Yian: "!!!"

She immediately stepped back and bowed 90 degrees to apologize.

Even the online slang "life gate" is obvious to be an old fox!

She really regretted it now. She regretted why she didn't use stainless steel when repairing the side door due to budget problems. Instead, she went to the flea market, spent 100 yuan, bought the wooden scraps of furniture pads, and made a side door casually.

Now, her side door has become a spirit!

Sang Yian sighed deeply, then went to the lounge, picked up the self-heating hot pot, and ate!

The world is big, but eating is the most important.

She had worked all day and was frightened like this. One box of self-heating hot pot could not satisfy her, she had to have two boxes.

While enjoying the food, she kept her eyes on the boy on the small bed. He

looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, but his long sword could cut iron like mud and cut hair with a gust of wind.

The hair crown was made of pure gold inlaid with agate. The

jade pendant he carried with him was not only of outstanding craftsmanship, but also of top-grade mutton-fat jade. This jade pendant could be exchanged for a 200-square-meter house in Beijing.

He looked like a young man of noble status. When Shengmen just reminded her to do business well, she smiled maliciously. This boy looked like a fat sheep!