Seeing the two people in the shop frozen in place, ng Xu scratched his head in confusion.
Am I that scary?
No way. Back in school, he was almost chosen as a model student and an excellent class leader every year. Plus, he won second place in the school essay competition. If it weren’t for the fact that the first-place student wrote an essay titled “My Principal Father,” he would have been number one!
He was so well-liked, how could anyone be scared of him?
Quickly, ng Xu had an epiphany.
It’s not .
It must be Li Xiang!
Thinking this, ng Xu angrily turned towards Li Xiang.
At this mont, Li Xiang didn’t even resemble a human anymore, his face was completely unrecognizable, but his green hair was very noticeable.
ng Xu kicked Li Xiang and said, “Look at you, with that green hair! Scaring people. I’m going to shave it all off later!”
After kicking Li Xiang, ng Xu turned back to the people in the hotpot shop, smiling apologetically: “Sorry, my employee looks a bit abstract. Don’t mind him… Would you like to buy so fried chicken cutlets?”
We’re afraid of the zombie behind you, but we’re more afraid of you.
Zhao Jing thought to herself but didn’t dare to say it out loud.
After all, this situation was quite terrifying. Zhao Jing and the man didn’t know what to do.
Seeing their lack of reaction, ng Xu scratched his head again and asked, “What, you don’t want to buy?”
That’s odd.
In a post-apocalyptic world, soone selling food should have people scrambling for it.
Why aren’t they buying?
Strange.
Hearing ng Xu’s question, the two inside imdiately snapped out of it and quickly said, “Yes, yes, we’ll buy!”
Given ng Xu’s deanor, no one dared to imagine what would happen if they didn’t buy.
“Good!”
ng Xu nodded in satisfaction and quickly packed ten portions of chicken cutlets, showing a sweet smile.
“It’s one hundred yuan for both. Cash or QR code?”
“Cash!”
The man decisively grabbed so cash from the register and, trembling, handed it to ng Xu: “Is this enough?”
“I just need a hundred.”
ng Xu was a principled Snack Vendor. He glanced at the pile of small change, pulled out a red bill, and righteously spoke: “Are there just the two of you?”
Zhao Jing imdiately responded, “There are others. We change the pair in the front every hour; the rest are in the back kitchen.”
“Call them all out! Let them buy as well.” ng Xu beca even happier upon hearing this.
The more people, the better.
“How many in total?”
ng Xu asked as he nonchalantly began frying more chicken cutlets on the street.
The stock of chicken cutlets wasn’t enough; he needed to fry more.
“There are eight more people in the back.”
The man forced a smile and, seeing that ng Xu didn’t seem inclined to violence, sighed in relief and boldly said, “How many chicken cutlets do you have left? We’ll buy them all if it’s okay, even if they aren’t fried yet.”
In the apocalypse, food is the most important resource.
If possible, getting more is naturally better.
Hearing this, ng Xu frowned deeply: “No, each person is limited to five servings. So, you have eight people in the back, aning I can sell you forty more servings.”
With that, ng Xu promptly began frying more chicken cutlets.
Frying chicken cutlets weren’t very complicated.
Simply heat the oil in the pot, put the chicken cutlets in, fry them well, and take them out.
However, his control over the heat was slightly lacking.
As a result, the chicken cutlets ng Xu sold were either undercooked or charred black.
The quality control was extrely poor.
But it didn’t matter; after all, zombies couldn’t talk.
As for the living?
ng Xu glanced at the man and woman in front of him, both shivering like quails and too frightened to speak.
Hmm, it seems they are more than satisfied with my half-cooked chicken cutlets.
ng Xu felt extrely comfortable.
Soon, the chicken cutlets were ready.
Money in one hand, goods in the other.
【Sale successful. Current progress: 67/300.】
After receiving the chicken cutlets, the other party relaxed, and ng Xu was also very satisfied.
At this mont, the man suddenly asked, “Brother, it’s so dangerous out here, why do you still co out to sell this stuff?”
It wasn’t curiosity, just a desire to chat.
“All for a living.”
ng Xu casually took out a cigarette, lit it, and sighed, “If it weren’t for making money, who would want to co out and sell chicken cutlets in such dangerous tis?”
Man: ?
“Make… money?”
The man was a bit stunned. Isn’t it the end of the world? Why do you need to make money?
“I think making money isn’t the main thing, brother. We should stay safe in one place and wait for the officials to rescue us,” the man said softly to ng Xu, blowing out so smoke.
“Given the current situation… I think money might be useless. They might issue so new form of currency or sothing.”
Usually, he was known for being kind-hearted and often had a word to say in any situation. He was also the manager of this hotpot restaurant.
“No, it won’t work.”
ng Xu shook his head and said with great emotion: “I just founded my company, and I need to pay my employees’ wages. I’m a conscientious entrepreneur.”
Man: ??
Wages?
It’s the apocalypse, and you’re still thinking about paying wages?
What a good boss.
The man was moved and also finally decided that ng Xu might have a few screws loose.
After thinking for a mont, the man went to the counter, opened a drawer, found a business card, and handed it to ng Xu very tactfully, saying, “Brother… You’re very strong. I have a friend you might want to talk to if you’re in the area. If he hasn’t turned into a zombie, he might be able to help with your issues.”
Hearing this, ng Xu was instantly delighted: “Who is it? So big shot in the food industry?”
He was just worried about his lack of experience in managing a business. If there was an experienced ntor to help him, that would be perfect.
If he could learn, one day, he could be hung from a lamppost… cough cough, achieve his dream of becoming the world’s richest man!
With a thrilled heart and trembling hands, ng Xu accepted the business card and took a close look at it.
Wang Xunming.
Chief Psychiatrist, City Hospital of Heqing.
It included an address and a phone number.
ng Xu’s vision darkened montarily. He looked at the man and said word by word, “You think I’m crazy? I’m telling you, I’m perfectly sane!”
You’re the lunatic, your whole family are lunatics!
ng Xu’s ntal state was indeed quite good—his Spirit attribute was a solid 10.5, higher than the average person!
He was not crazy. The Perfect Life System could testify to that; he was just completing the system’s tasks.
How did that make him a lunatic?
ng Xu was very unconvinced. He was a perfectly normal person.
But whatever, it’s not worth arguing with people who don’t understand the value of hard work and perseverance.
He couldn’t waste ti; he needed to make money.
“Are you guys still open for business? If so, get a serving of hotpot. I’ve been busy all morning and haven’t eaten yet!”
ng Xu yawned and continued, “After I eat, I have to keep selling chicken cutlets. I still have over a hundred portions left.”
Hearing ng Xu’s words, the people exchanged glances, imdiately scrambling to prepare a hotpot for him.
Thanks to the continuity of water and electricity, the situation here wasn’t too bad.
After all, it was a restaurant, so there was no shortage of food, and they still had electricity, aning the refrigerators were operational… Although it wasn’t clear how long the power system would last.
Upon hearing ng Xu’s words, the man was montarily stunned.
It’s the end of the world, and you’re asking if we’re still open?
He’s pretty far gone. Director Wang, you definitely need to treat him well.
The man thought to himself.
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