The panic buying craze was finally curbed under the threat of gunfire. The residents instantly became well-behaved, no longer crowding or pushing. Ordinary residents could not go to the battlefield, and for the sake of base stability, many of them never touched a gun again after retiring.
Zou Ming no longer went into the supermarket and just stood guard next to the queue.
"Brother Zou, thanks to you." Wu Yan maintained order and whispered to Zou Ming, "If I had known, I would have brought a pistol with me."
Zou Ming: "Remember this later."
Wu Yan nodded.
Although Zou Ming is a man of few words, people in the store don't think there is anything wrong with his character. On the contrary, perhaps because he is a man of few words, the employees think he is very reliable.
If a person always talks nonsense, no matter how capable he is, people will think he is bragging.
The temporary workers who had just started their jobs soon realized that this job was not easy.
Chen Gang was sweating profusely. He originally thought that it would take at least an hour to load the goods.
After all, the shelves are packed with stuff.
But within twenty minutes, several children started shouting at them, asking them to load the goods.
Everything else is easy, but the rice bucket seems to be always empty, and he has to restock it as soon as he turns around.
At 11:30 am, when the supermarket was about to close, Chen Gang could no longer lift his hands. He had never felt so weak before - as if his body was hollowed out and he felt like he was floating even when he walked.
Until Cao'er's mother shouted: "Let's have twice-cooked pork for lunch today! The boss said that you should eat well so that you have the strength to work!"
"Don't even think about being lazy! I'm watching!"
In modern times, Cao'er's mother would definitely be a traitor.
Not only do you work hard yourself, you also have to supervise others to work together.
Wu Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Auntie Li, I'm going to get three bottles of grape juice. Remember to deduct them from my salary when the time comes."
Cao'er's mother thought about it, and then remembered what Ye Zhou said. She said, "No, you can move a box over here. The boss said that we should eat and drink well recently, so these will not be recorded separately."
Today, Cao'er Niang has learned Arabic numerals. Although she still cannot write Chinese characters, she can use various symbols to replace people's names, and she remembers them very clearly. She is responsible for recording the daily expenditures of employees.
After checking the accounts several times, Ye Zhou found that Cao'er Niang remembered that although he couldn't understand some of it, there was indeed no problem.
The accounts had never been wrong, and every penny counted. He just gave the employees' expenses to Cao'er Niang to record.
When the supermarket gets crowded, they set up a few tables at the back door to eat. The supermarket has folding tables and chairs, which makes it easy to clean up.
Chen Gang sat at the table. He was still a little dazed, but he was excited by the smell of meat.
I have been busy recently, so when Cao'er Niang chooses meat, she chooses pork belly with more fat. She doesn't even need to add oil before cooking. She just needs to fry the meat for a while and the oil will come out.
The meat fried in this way is not greasy at all. The fat is glutinous in the mouth and so fragrant that it makes people swallow their tongue.
"The rice is over there. If it's not enough, you can add more yourself." Cao'er's mother handed out the empty bowls.
The employees and their families went to get more rice, but Chen Gang's desire for rice was much less now.
He stared at the meat slices in the stainless steel basin, wanting to take out his chopsticks but not daring to.
After seeing someone next to me pick up a piece, I finally couldn't help but pick up a small piece and put it in my mouth.
Although I had made up my mind to behave myself when I first came to the supermarket, the temptation of the meat was too great and I couldn't hold my tail between my legs.
Chen Gang closed his mouth, the aroma of oil filled his mouth. He didn't know whether he was too lacking in oil or Cao'er's mother's cooking skills were too good, he didn't feel any greasiness at all. He chewed slowly and carefully, until everyone else sat back in their seats, he quickly swallowed it and took the second piece.
Compared to Chen Gang and that group of half-grown children, the supermarket employees seemed much more polite.
They have no shortage of oil and water, and even less of meat to eat. They prefer lean meat to fatty meat.
And the chopsticks move more towards the vegetables.
Some people have small appetites and will not touch meat again after eating two or three slices of meat, and will only eat vegetables.
After eating several slices quickly, Chen Gang found that no one was rushing to eat the meat, so he slowed down and even went to get himself another bowl of rice.
When everyone had almost finished eating and were about to leave the table, Chen Gang whispered to the person next to him: "Can I use the remaining oil to make rice?"
The person being asked: "Aren't you afraid of having diarrhea?"
Chen Gang was a little embarrassed, but he still asked, "It smells so good. I'm not full yet."
The person being asked: "You can go to the bar as long as it doesn't interfere with your work in the afternoon. You still have work to do in the evening."
There are still too few employees in the supermarket to change shifts, but they can't just work all the time without eating, so Ye Zhou stipulates that they have an one-hour break at noon. The supermarket will be closed during this period and will no longer receive customers.
After eating, employees can take a walk or go back to the warehouse to lie down and rest.
In the end, the only people left were Chen Gang and a few children. They put the remaining food on a table and ate together.
Chen Gang poured the gravy mixed with spices and green peppers into the bowl, mixed it with the rice, and wolfed down the food while holding the bowl.
The children were not much better than him. Perhaps they were at the age of growing up, and both boys and girls had a bottomless pit in their stomachs. They bury their heads in their food and were unwilling to put down their chopsticks even when they were sweating profusely.
"They really can eat." Wu Yan was shocked by the way they ate.
They ate the food in a revengeful manner, and if you didn't know better, you would think the food had a grudge against them.
"Have you forgotten?" Wu's wife handed the child to Wu Yan and asked him to hold it. "We were not much better before."
Wu's Wife: "You don't even remember that your eyes turned green the first time you saw meat."
Wu Yan laughed dryly twice: "I almost don't remember it."
Wu's wife said softly, "Yeah, I almost forget it."
It seemed as if the days of living in fear of death, hunger and thirst, and living like a walking corpse were a thing of the past lifetime.
Wu's wife said softly, "I don't know what happened to Chen Liu and the others."
Wu Yan: "Maybe he is farming in a village in the south. He has always wanted to marry a wife. With the things left by the immortal, he should be able to start a family and have two children, and live a happy life."
Sometimes they also missed the Daliang Dynasty, the people and the climate there, so they talked about their former "colleagues" from time to time and sincerely hoped that they were living well.
“I don’t know if I will go back in the future.”
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At four o'clock in the afternoon, when the supermarket was still busy, Ye Zhou received a message from Yang Guoqin.
He had already collected enough money to buy the photon cannon and was on his way here with his convoy.
Ye Zhou initially thought it would be a truckload of tortillas.
But when the convoy arrived, Ye Zhou almost dropped his jaw.
What Yang Guoqin brought was not tortillas, nor was it any food, nor was it "money" that had long lost its purchasing power.
But it was a truckload of guns.
There are sniper rifles, rifles, machine guns and pistols.
Basically, Yang Guoqin sent him all the guns that Ye Zhou knew about.
Yang Guoqin jumped off the truck. He was a general, but he was dressed differently from ordinary workers. He was not wearing a uniform, and his body was covered in dust. There were black marks on his face, but he didn't care about his image at all. He smiled with relief and said, "I got it from other bases. If the photon cannon is useful, I can lend it to them after I use it here."
"They are all good guns, but without bullets, they will just gather dust in the warehouse." Yang Guoqin sighed, he took out a cigarette and handed it to Ye Zu - the soldiers around him would also go shopping in the supermarket, and would take a few packs of cigarettes away every time.
Ye Zhou waved his hand: "I don't smoke."
Yang Guoqin was stunned: "Then do you mind if I smoke here?"
Ye Zhou: "You smoke it."
Anyway, he didn't spend much time being exposed to secondhand smoke, and no one smoked in the supermarket.
After lighting one, Yang Guoqin said, "These guns are very valuable here. Compared to tortillas, they are hard currency."
After all, people cannot face zombies with bare hands, and the sense of security brought by a gun is huge.
"I heard that many countries' military and businessmen made a fortune before they lost contact with us." Yang Guoqin said sarcastically, "Exchange them for some gold and silver. I don't know if they regret it now."
Now you can’t buy a gun with gold or silver.
Ye Zhou: "How many guns do you have here in total? How many of each type? So I can calculate the price."
Yang Guoqi handed over the printed form. Ye Zhou picked a few samples and returned to the supermarket with the quantity form.
The guns in the supermarket system are expensive, with a pistol costing half a million.
Ye Zhou scanned the pistol with a barcode scanner - sure enough, the prices at the supermarket could not be compared with those in the mall.
A pistol costs five thousand, missing two zeros.
The price of a sniper rifle is the same as that of a rifle, both costing RMB 30,000 each.
The machine guns cost 60,000 yuan each.
Ye Zhou calculated the total price according to the quantity table. It was enough to buy the photon cannon, and there was still more than 5 million left.
The guns are worth more than 17 million dollars in total.
After all, although the system quotation was 12 million, the price he quoted to Yang Guoqin was 15 million.
Adding all the money earned in the past two days, only half of the turnover required for the protective shield is left.
But Ye Zhou was not prepared to exchange the gun, which was more expensive than the photon cannon, for money - he always felt that he was losing out, as guns should be hard currency in many dimensions.
"What's the quality of these guns?" Ye Zhou asked Chen Shu.
He himself had no knowledge of guns, so he could only ask people with experience.
Chen Shu: "Not bad, not great, but not bad either. Many of them are old models, and they are almost older than me."
Ye Zhou: "...it turns out there are different styles in different categories."
Chen Shu nodded: "Boss, take it. I've been to several planes before, and a pistol can be worth more than 100,000 or 200,000. It's too much of a loss to exchange it for the system now."
Chen Shu chewed bubble gum and played with a rifle: "This gun has a strong recoil, so the accuracy won't be very good."
She raised the gun and looked at the crosshairs.
Ye Zhou: "This is in the store!"
Chen Shu smiled and said, "There are no bullets in it."
"Boss, what's your relationship with Zou Ming?" Chen Shu asked indifferently.
Ye Zhou didn't care: "The relationship between the employer and the employed is now considered friends, what's wrong?"
Chen Shu was a little surprised: "I thought he had known you for a long time. He never accepted long-term employment before. He always accepted short-term tasks, such as escorting people and goods. I asked him before, and he said he didn't want to stay in one plane for too long."
"I feel like he's looking for someone, but he doesn't know where the other person is, so he can only keep accepting jobs and keep changing places."
"Now that he's employed here permanently, I think he might have found it."
"He found the person he had been thinking about for so many years."
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