I have been sleeping for 500 years and I opened a supermarket in the end times

"Base Commander, Young Master Wu is waiting for your call outside."

Tan Ran stood in front of the desk and reported respectfully with his head bowed.

Director Zhao Ji, who is broad and fat, is sitting on a brown leather sofa chair. On the desk of the same color as the chair is an A5 intelligent computer, some scattered paper documents, and a locked black leather notebook.

His left hand was operating the intelligent computer to call up a certain interface, while his right hand was writing something on the notebook.

Hearing Tan Ran's words, he didn't even raise his head: "Ask him in."

"Yes."

The door of the office opened quietly, a figure walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Uncle..." Wu Di said with a flattering smile, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Xiao Di." Base Captain Zhao stopped what he was doing, looked up at Wu Di, leaned back, and clasped his fingers together. A deep smile hung on his chubby face. "Don't be nervous. Let's sit down and talk calmly."

Wu Di: “…”

He sat down opposite Captain Zhao in a state of panic.

"Try this cup of tea." Captain Zhao brought a cup of reddish-brown tea and placed it in front of Wu Di. He then took another cup and took a sip. He squinted his eyes and savored the taste. He smiled and said, "This is made from the top tea leaves of the Level 5 mutant tea tree."

“Compared with ordinary tea, it has a different flavor.”

Wu Di took a sip, but in his distracted state, he couldn't taste anything.

"How does it taste?" Director Zhao smiled like Maitreya Buddha.

"Not bad, not bad..." Wu Di complimented, "Uncle, you have a good eye. It's just an ordinary mutant tea tree, but you have discovered its value. Thanks to you, your nephew can also enjoy the delicious taste."

"What goes with what goes with what." Base Captain Zhao slightly restrained his smile, and the tea in the cup rippled slightly. "The higher you stand, the better things you can reach."

"Similarly, when you are in a high position, there will be more and more people watching you and finding fault with you."

“The greater the power you hold, the more you need to be careful about your words and actions.”

Wu Di's heart tightened. Could it be that something serious had gone wrong during the time he was away from the base?

"Uncle, did my nephew do something wrong?" Wu Di asked honestly.

Base Captain Zhao glanced at him and said slowly, "Yesterday your 'thing' escaped from your house and almost ran into Young Master Jin from Canghai Base."

"If it weren't for Tan Ran's thoughtfulness, he would have planted an eye in your basement and informed Zhao Wei to stop the 'thing' halfway."

"Who knows what trouble will arise again."

"Qin Ran has been spying in my house!" Wu Di's focus shifted. "Then doesn't she know everything I do?"

Captain Zhao put down the teacup, and the porcelain with a painting of red plum blossoms in the snow hit the wooden tabletop, making a crisp sound.

"Know how? So what if you don't know!" Although there was still a smile on his fat face, it was a little lighter than before, giving people a feeling of half-smile, and his short eyebrows squeezed together, "If you can't control those things, don't care about them anymore. It just so happens that they are out of stock, and you can hand it in and you can get a credit."

Wu Di was silent for a moment, then reluctantly said, "Uncle, don't worry, this was just an accident. I will lock the door of the basement tightly in the future and will never give them a chance to escape."

His words seemed to be submissive and flattering, and his fair face was clearly dejected and listless, without any trace of the high-spirited and complacent look he had outside the base.

Captain Zhao looked at the face that was about 40% similar to his sister who died early, but he couldn't bear to do it.

He sighed, and his tone softened a bit. "It is a great virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them. Uncle is not blaming you, but right now is a critical period for your cousin, and Young Master Jin from the Canghai Base has come here again. We have to be careful with our behavior, lest he finds out and reports it to the Alliance Government."

"By then, we will not only face the accountability of the Union Government, but also..."

He seemed to have thought of something, and his fat body shuddered.

Although Wu Di was puzzled, he still took the matter seriously: "Nephew understands, uncle, don't worry."

He said as if making a promise: "From tomorrow on, I will not do this kind of thing again. In the future, if I encounter 'goods', I will just coax them back and hand them over."

Captain Zhao's brows relaxed.

"But..." Wu Di hesitated, "Uncle, can you ask Tan Ran to take her eyes away? I really don't want to be exposed under her nose all the time."

"Qin Ran only installed the eyes in the basement, not anywhere else in your house." Base Director Zhao said slowly.

But seeing his nephew's disgusted look, and thinking about his resistance to people like Tan Ran, Base Chief Zhao thought about it and called Tan Ran in.

"Base Commander." Qin Ran lowered his head respectfully and stood opposite Base Commander Zhao, half a meter behind Wu Di.

"Take back the eyes you planted in Xiaodi's house." Base Captain Zhao ordered.

"Yes."

Tan Ran still kept his head down, without any other emotions such as surprise or curiosity.

She seemed like a robot that faithfully carried out the orders given by her master.

She stretched out her right hand, and dark red bloodstains appeared on her palm. Strands of red silk threads as thin as mist floated from somewhere and gathered here, forming a big 'blood eye', which then disappeared into her palm.

Tan Ran took back his hand and said respectfully: "I have taken back the 'peeping eye' in Young Master Wu's room."

"Xiaodi, feel relieved now."

Base Captain Zhao glanced at Wu Di, who was trying hard to watch the whole process with a pale face, and shook his head.

"Well...thank you...thank you uncle..." Wu Di came to his senses after a while and said tremblingly.

"Go down first." Base Captain Zhao said, closing his eyes and lying on the backrest to rest.

"Yes." Wu Di responded.

He glanced at Tan Ran, who was standing quietly with his head down, then quietly opened the door and walked out.

The latter turned his head slightly to glance at his departing back the moment he left.

……

Ji Yan was carrying a brand new black backpack and dragging her black suitcase, walking slowly on the street, looking at everything in front of her with interest.

She walked casually, and when she passed a vertical electronic map, she tilted her head to take a look at the content displayed on it.

After taking a look, she decided to go to the nearest trading hall to join in the fun.

The trading hall was filled with noise and arguments.

Ji Yan stood at the entrance and looked at it for a while. She felt that it was not much different from a vegetable market. The only difference was probably that the vegetable market would not be built in a wide and tall house, nor would there be a display screen with continuously scrolling text hung in a conspicuous place in the air.

[Transaction: 500 Level 1 Zombie Crystal Cores for 10 Level 1 Mutant Plant and Animal Crystal Cores (fixed price) Location: Trading Hall

Transaction: One level 5 mutant wind leopard fur for 300 level 1 mutant plant and animal crystal cores (negotiable) Location: *** (open to traders after confirming the final transaction price)

...]

Is there such a big difference between zombie crystal cores and mutated animal and plant crystal cores?

Ji Yan thought about the system's recycling price. It was exactly the same, with no difference at all.

So what is the difference for people in real life?

It would be better to study this problem when she has time, although she only has the zombie crystal core now.

But what does it matter?

She dragged her suitcase and walked slowly.

From time to time, a few vendors saw that she was wearing new clothes, and the styles were not tight-fitting and suitable for combat, but more casual, so they became more enthusiastic about her selling goods.

However, Ji Yan, who owned the system, was not very interested in what they were selling: she had better daily and combat goods in her supermarket, and she was not familiar with the goods obtained from exotic beasts and plants.

There were colorfully processed animal skins, various liquids in glass bottles that were turbid, clear, or somewhere in between with unknown sediments, a variety of fresh or stale meat pieces that were bright red or dark in color, and so on.

If there weren't a large group of zombies roaming around freely outside the base, Ji Yan would have thought she had accidentally entered some fantasy cultivation novel.