That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the lights in the lounge were on for a long time.
Ye Zhou was sitting in front of the computer with an open notebook in front of him.
Although the goods in the [Goods] column have been categorized, there is no favorites button. It is too troublesome to search from the beginning to the end every time, so Ye Zhou plans to spend one night writing down the things he urgently needs.
Just note which page and which line contains what.
Ye Zhou was most interested in hot weapons. Not to mention rifles, even a small pistol would be fine. As long as he had one, he would feel more secure. Otherwise, he would not dare to take the initiative to go out and solicit business.
I can only continue to be Jiang Taigong.
If he had money, he would also train a security team, as long as he could be sure that these security guards would not turn against him.
——But this is a bit difficult. Although Ye Zhou does not look down on human nature, he does not overestimate it either.
If the security guards found out that he was not a god, but just a mortal who owned a supermarket, would they still listen to him? Would they still be grateful for their current life? Would their desires not grow?
If they can get all this by killing him, will the security guards really not be tempted?
Especially since few of these security guards have received any education, they may not even know that one should repay a drop of kindness with a spring of water. Moreover, even if they know, how many of them can actually do it?
But if the security guards are not equipped with weapons, when a crisis comes, how long can he protect the supermarket by himself?
Ye Zhou rubbed his face. It was already three o'clock in the morning, but he was not sleepy at all.
He felt like he had walked into a dead end, the exit was blocked, and he could not move forward or backward.
I had so many concerns that I couldn't think of a solution for the time being.
Forget it, let’s make some money first and buy hot weapons with the money.
He had scanned it before and found that Lin You’s crown was worth nearly three hundred thousand based on the purchasing power of this era.
Ye Zhou has not exchanged the money directly yet. He plans to hoard it first. If the money is enough, he will exchange it for a pistol.
Doing business is really difficult.
It is even more difficult to do business in times of famine.
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"It's time for dinner!" Cao'er's mother knocked on the warehouse door.
The employees who had gotten up early and were waiting for dinner jumped out of bed in a flash. They opened the curtains of each house and tied them up with ropes.
The curtains are used to divide the space at night and are tied during the day to allow ventilation in the warehouse.
The employees don't mind the lack of privacy - after all, when they are at home, they are all crowded in one room, and they know how many moles each person has on his or her buttocks, so they don't think there is anything wrong with it.
If a family is poor and only has one or two pairs of thick trousers, they will have to change them.
The brothers and sisters huddled in their quilts with bare legs, and only those who went out had pants to wear.
Nowadays, every family has its own bed, which can be divided by curtains. There is really nothing to complain about.
"What do you want to eat this morning?" The young wife swallowed her saliva and whispered to her husband, "I want to eat salted duck eggs."
The husband was ambitious: "When I get this month's salary, I will buy you a box."
The young wife smiled and said, "I also have a salary!"
The immortal told them that they would not work for nothing and would give them "salary", or monthly wages, every month.
Although they were not given coins, they were given "points". They didn't know what points were, but the immortal said that points could be used to buy things in the supermarket, so they looked forward to the day when they would get their paycheck.
After eating and drinking, the employees' complexion and mental state improved significantly.
They are no longer sluggish, and their faces no longer show panic.
Amid the employees' enthusiastic anticipation, Cao'er's mother walked into the warehouse carrying a large basin of steamed buns. Cao'er followed her with a basin of cold dishes in her arms. The cold dishes included shredded chicken, balsamic vinegar, salt, MSG, and a little hot and sour sauce.
After putting it on the table, Cao'er went out and brought back a pot of soy milk - made with sweet soy milk powder.
Although they eat good meals now, every meal still brings them great surprises.
Their work is not tiring. Although the supermarket is big, there are not many people walking around, so it is not that dirty.
The immortals didn't set any rules for them. Except for the immortals' lounge and "monitoring room", they could enter and exit other places freely.
After being here for so long, they have already learned how to use the squat toilet and don't need to be taught how to flush it.
They also mastered the usage of many things.
"What does the immortal usually eat?" someone asked in a low voice, "I can make pickles, I wonder if I can give them to the immortal."
Cao'er's mother sneered: "Eat your meal, what good things has the immortal not seen?"
The man said in panic, "Yes, yes, I am the one who talks too much."
Cao'er's mother took a bite of the steamed bun and said, "The immortal must have come down to earth to overcome his calamity. You should be alert. Don't sleep right after eating and drinking. Especially men, move more when you have nothing to do. If you become as thin as a bamboo pole, it will be difficult for the immortal to do things for you in the future."
Wu Yan asked cautiously: "The Immortal wants to use us?"
Cao'er's mother: "Why else would I save you? Saving you is to save more people!"
She was deeply moved by her own words. This is what an immortal is like. He has such a broad mind. He doesn't just want to save one or a few people, he wants to save more suffering people.
Why don’t there be more immortals like this?
If only the immortal was willing to be emperor!
But this was so outrageous that she didn't dare say it out loud.
The immortal master is noble, and the emperor is also noble.
The emperor is a true dragon emperor. As a dragon, maybe his ancestors once drank with immortals.
That’s what storytellers say.
After the emperor dies, he will also return to heaven.
After dinner, Wu Yan delivered breakfast to Zhao Er and his group outside the supermarket and Lin You in the security room. Cao'er and her daughter were reluctant to go, so Wu Yan took on the job himself.
He first went to deliver food to the nobleman in the security room. After all, he was an educated man. Although he was not well educated, he was not that afraid of noblemen.
Wu Yan knocked on the door of the security room.
Only after hearing a response from inside did Wu Yan open the door and go in.
Lin You sat on the edge of the bed. He had never made his bed himself, so even after folding the quilt, it still looked messy. He smiled at Wu Yan who came in and asked in surprise, "And mine?"
Wu Yan: "There are also warriors outside, not just yours."
Lin You was a little curious, and after Wu Yan put the food on the table, he asked, "How long have you been here?"
Wu Yan thought for a moment and said, "It's been over a month. The immortal is merciful and hasn't chased us away."
Wu Yan asked again: "Why don't you change your clothes?"
He didn't know what Ye Zhou was thinking, but after fleeing for so long, even the best clothes would be filled with all kinds of odors and become dirty, so he might as well change them.
Lin You sighed and said, "There are just too many things in the supermarket. I can't buy another set."
He thought that the crown was not more valuable than something sold in a supermarket and he did not dare to change it.
Wu Yan asked curiously, "Why don't you just exchange the clothes you're wearing for them?"
Lin You's eyes widened: "How can it be like this?! What I've worn is also OK?"
Wu Yan was silent for a moment and then said: "The immortal does not care about good or bad, as long as you are sincere, you will forget it."
Lin You smiled and shook his head: "I am narrow-minded."
"But...if I take off this clothes..." Lin You was a little embarrassed. He never appeared in front of people in untidy clothes, let alone being asked to take off his outer clothes and only wear his inner clothes?
Wu Yan: "Your Excellency, please change first, and then give me the clothes after you are done."
Lin You breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great. Thank you for troubling me."
Wu Yan pursed his lips and smiled: "I am working for the immortal, no need to bother."
He also felt that there were not enough things he had done to show his abilities and make the immortal remember his name.
He still wants to make progress. He used to rely on the oil mill at home, but now he can only rely on himself to work harder.
Although he cannot practice with the immortal, he still has a daughter who is young. Maybe she has such luck?
What his daughter is drinking now is fairy milk!
Does that mean you have already taken half a step into the realm of immortality?
Maybe his Wu family can produce a fairy?
When he thought of this, Wu Yan felt full of strength.
After talking to Lin You, Wu Yan went outside the supermarket and delivered breakfast which was still steamed buns, cold dishes and soy milk.
Compared to Lin You, Brother Zheng and the others seemed more excited, and each of them looked flattered.
They were all prepared to live on dry food for the next few days, and some were even reluctant to do so because they were all good meat. If they ate it now, they would have to eat less on the way. Who knew how long it would take to get back?
Wu Yan put the food on the steps of the supermarket and told them to eat there.
"Are you all from the south?" Wu Yan squatted beside them.
Brother Zheng ate half of the steamed bun in one gulp, took a sip of soy milk and said, "That's right!"
Wu Yan was somewhat envious: "The south is good, the soil and water are good, and farming can also fill your stomach."
Zhao Er snorted coldly: "Bullshit, you still have to pay land tax and head tax, the landlords also have to collect rent, and the land is more expensive than your northerners."
Wu Yan sighed: "It's all the same, the same."
Zhao Er: "If we return safely this time, I wonder if we can find this place next time."
Zhao Er has accepted his fate that he cannot follow the immortal, but he does not want to miss this adventure.
If he can make money this time, he would like to come again.
Since I can't cultivate immortality, I'll just have to live a superior life in the human world.
Wu Yan shook his head slightly: "I don't know about that. Immortals have their own ways. It's not up to me to decide where to go."
Zhao Er pursed his lips and lowered his head to eat.
Wu Yan waited for them to finish eating, then cleaned up the dishes and went back. He couldn't help but stop when he passed the lounge.
The immortal lives here.
Immortals have supernatural powers and can do everything in the world. This is just a place for them to stay in the human world.
He didn't know how to please the immortal, there was very little he could do.
Especially with a grass mother pressing on his head.
Although she is a woman, she is particularly liked by the immortals.
I don't know where she learned the ability to please immortals.
Now he only hopes that the immortal can give him a job so that he can show his skills.
He would never live his life in a muddle, otherwise he could fill his stomach when the immortal was around, but if the immortal left, how would he support his wife and children?
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In the lounge, Ye Zhou just opened his eyes.
He decided that he could no longer sit and wait for death, but had to take the initiative.
But he wasn't sure if anyone would be willing to go out.
He doesn't know the way, and if he goes out by himself he will definitely not be able to come back, but if he goes out with others, there is a high possibility that his character will be ruined and people will think he is just an ordinary person.
There is another question, what if he leaves the supermarket and the employees accidentally break the machines, causing fires and other problems?
It’s difficult…
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Ye Zhou: "It's really hard for me!"
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