Plane Supermarket

It was night, the moon was sparse, and the lights in the lounge had been on for a long time.

Ye Zhou sat in front of the computer with an open notebook in front of him.

Although the goods in the [goods] column have been sorted, there is no collection button. Every time you look for them, you have to search from the beginning to the end. record.

Just write down which page and which line is what.

Ye Zhou is most interested in hot weapons, not to mention rifles, just give him a small pistol, as long as he has one, he can gain a greater sense of security, otherwise he would not dare to take the initiative to solicit business.

I can only continue to be Jiang Taigong.

If he has money, he is also going to train the security team, as long as he can be sure that these security guards will not turn against each other.

——But it's a bit difficult. Although Ye Zhou doesn't underestimate human nature, he doesn't overestimate it either.

If the security guards find out that he is not a god, but just a mortal with a supermarket, will they listen to him?Will you still be grateful for the life you have now?Does desire not breed?

If you can get all of this by killing him, will the security guards really not be tempted?

In particular, few of these security guards are educated, and they may not know the saying that a drop of water should be repaid by a spring, and even if they know, how many people have actually done it?

But if the security guards were not equipped with weapons, when the crisis came, how long could he protect the supermarket by himself?

Ye Zhou rubbed his face. It was already three o'clock in the morning, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He felt like he had walked into a dead end, the exit had been sealed, and he could not advance or retreat.

There are many worries, but I can't think of a solution for a while.

Forget it, let's earn money first, and buy hot weapons after earning money.

He had scanned before that Lin You's dental crown was worth nearly 30 with the purchasing power of this era.

Ye Zhou hadn't exchanged it directly for money yet, so he was going to hoard it first. If he had enough money, he would exchange it for a pistol first.

Doing business is really difficult.

Doing business in times of famine is even more difficult.

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"Dinner is ready!" Cao Erniang knocked on the door of the warehouse.

The employees who got up early and waited for the meal to get up quickly got up from the bed. They opened the curtains of each house and tied them with ropes.

Drapes are used to divide the space at night and are tied during the day to ventilate the warehouse.

The employees don’t dislike the lack of privacy—anyway, when they are at home, they squeeze into a room together. Anyone who has a few moles on their buttocks knows that there is nothing wrong with it.

If poor people only have one or two thick trousers, they have to change them.

The brothers and sisters huddled under the quilt, all with bare legs, and only trousers were worn when going out.

Nowadays, each family has its own bed, which can be divided by curtains, so there is really no complaints.

"What's for breakfast this morning?" The little daughter-in-law swallowed, and whispered to her husband, "I want to eat salted duck eggs."

The husband is ambitious: "When I get this month's salary, I will buy a box for you to eat."

The little daughter-in-law said with a smile: "I also have a salary!"

The immortal told them that they would not be asked to work for nothing, and would give them "salary" every month, that is, monthly money.

Although they don't give copper coins, they give "points". They don't know what points are, but the gods say that points can buy things in the supermarket, so they look forward to the day when they will be paid.

After eating and drinking, the complexion and mental state of the employees improved significantly.

They are no longer sluggish, nor do they show fear on their faces,

Under the enthusiastic anticipation of the employees, Cao’er’s mother walked into the warehouse with a large bowl of steamed buns. Cao’er followed behind her, holding a bowl of cold dishes in her arms. Vinegar, salt and MSG, and a little chutney.

After putting it on the table, Cao'er went out and brought in a pot of soy milk—sweet soy milk powder.

Although they are now eating well every meal, every meal can still bring them a huge surprise.

Their work is not tiring. Although the supermarket is large, there are no people walking around, and it is not dirty at all.

The immortal didn't set any rules for them, except for the immortal's rest room and the "monitoring room" where they couldn't go, they could come in and out at will.

After being here for so long, they have already learned how to use the squat toilet, and they don't need to be taught how to flush it.

They also mastered the usage of many things.

"What do immortals eat on a daily basis?" Someone asked in a low voice, "I know how to make pickles. I wonder if I can give them to immortals."

Cao Erniang snorted: "Eat your food, what good things have you never seen the immortal?"

The man panicked and said, "Yes, yes, I am talking too much."

Cao'erniang took a bite of steamed buns: "The immortal must have come down to the earth to cross the catastrophe, you should also be vigilant, don't sleep after eating and drinking, especially men, move more when you have nothing to do, as thin as a bamboo pole, it will not be easy to give up in the future." Immortals work."

Wu Yan asked cautiously: "The immortal wants to wait for me?"

Cao Erniang: "Otherwise, what are you doing saving you? Saving you is to save more people!"

She was deeply moved by her words, the immortal is like this, with such a broad mind, he doesn't just save one or a few, he wants to save more suffering people.

Why don't more such immortals come?

If the immortal is willing to be the emperor, it will be fine!

But these words were outrageous, and she didn't dare to say them out.

The immortal master is noble, and the emperor's master is also noble.

The emperor is the son of the real dragon, dragon, maybe the ancestors and immortals drank wine together.

That's what storytellers say.

After the emperor's death, he will also go back to heaven.

After dinner, Wu Yan delivered breakfast to Zhao Er and his party outside the supermarket and Lin You in the security room. Cao'er and her daughter were unwilling to go, so Wu Yan took over the job by himself.

He first went to deliver meals to the nobles in the security room. After all, he was a educated person. Although he was not well educated, he was not so afraid of nobles.

Wu Yan knocked on the door of the security room.

Wu Yan didn't open the door until there was a response from inside.

Lin You sat by the bed. He had never made the bed himself, so even after folding the quilt, it looked messy. He smiled at Wu Yan who came in, and said in surprise, "And mine?"

Wu Yan: "There are also strong men outside, not just you."

Lin You was a little curious, and only after Wu Yan put the food on the table did he ask, "How long have you been here?"

Wu Yan thought for a while: "It's been more than a month, the immortal is merciful, and never drove us away."

Wu Yan said again: "Why don't you change your clothes, my lord?"

It's not that he knows what Ye Zhou is thinking, but that after fleeing for so long, even the best clothes are full of all kinds of smells, and they are all dirty, so it's better to change.

Lin You sighed, "It's just that there are too many things in the supermarket, and there's not enough to buy another suit."

He thinks that the dental crown is not worth more than the things in the supermarket, so he dare not change it.

Wu Yan wondered, "Can't you just replace the one you're wearing?"

Lin You's eyes widened: "How could it be like this?! I can wear it too?"

After a moment of silence, Wu Yan said: "Immortals don't look at good or bad, as long as they are sincere, noble people forget."

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 had never appeared in front of people with disheveled clothes, let alone asked him to take off his outer clothes and only wear his inner clothes?

Wu Yan: "Your nobleman can change first, and then give me the clothes after changing."

Lin You breathed a sigh of relief: "This is the best, I really trouble you."

Wu Yan pursed his lips and said with a smile: "I work for the immortal, so don't bother me."

He still thinks that there are too few things to show his ability, and he can't let the immortals remember his name.

He still wants to make progress. He used to count on the oil workshop at home, but now he can only count on himself to do more.

Although he can't follow the immortals to practice, but he still has a daughter, and the daughter is young, so maybe he has such luck?

What his daughter is drinking now is fairy milk!

Is it half-stepped into the fairy gate?

Maybe his old martial artist can produce a fairy?

Thinking of this, Wu Yan was full of strength from head to toe.

After Wu Yan talked to Lin You, he went outside the supermarket, and the breakfast delivered was still steamed buns, cold dishes and soy milk.

Compared with Lin You, Brother Zheng and the others seemed more excited, all showing flattered expressions.

They are all planning to live on dry food for the past few days, and they are even a little bit reluctant. They are all good meat. If they eat it now, they will have to eat less on the way. Who knows how long it will take to go back?

Wu Yan put the food on the steps of the supermarket and told them to eat here.

"Are you all from the south?" Wu Yan squatted beside them.

Brother Zheng ate half a steamed bun in one gulp, took another mouthful of soy milk and said, "Exactly!"

Wu Yan was a little envious: "The south is good, the water and soil are good, and farming can fill your stomach."

Zhao Er snorted coldly: "What a fart, the land tax and head tax are also payable, and the landlords also collect rent, and the land is more expensive than your north."

Wu Yan sighed: "It's all the same, the same."

Zhao Er: "If we go back safely this time, I wonder if we can find this place next time."

Zhao Er has accepted his fate, he can't follow the immortal, but he doesn't want to miss this adventure.

If he can make money this time, he wants to come again.

Since you can't cultivate immortality, you have to live the life of a master in the world.

Wu Yan shook his head slightly: "I don't know about that. Immortals have immortals, and it's not up to me to decide where to go."

Zhao Er pursed his lips and lowered his head to eat.

After Wu Yan waited for them to finish eating, he packed up the dishes and went back. He couldn't help but stop when he passed the lounge.

Immortals live here.

Immortals have supernatural powers and are omnipotent in the world. This is just a foothold for immortals in the world.

He didn't know how to please the immortal, there was too little he could do.

YouQi still has a Cao ErNiang on her head.

Although she is a woman, she is especially fond of immortals.

I don't know where she went to cultivate the ability to please the immortals.

Now he only hopes that the immortal can give him an errand so that he can show his abilities.

He would never live in a daze, otherwise he would be able to fill his stomach when the Immortal was around, and if the Immortal was gone, how would he support his wife and children?

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In the lounge, Ye Zhou just opened his eyes.

He decided, now he can't sit still, he must take the initiative to attack.

But he wasn't sure if anyone would be willing to go out.

He doesn't know the way, so he will definitely not be able to come back if he goes out by himself, but if he goes out with others, there is a high possibility that he will be destroyed, making people see that he is an ordinary person.

There is another question, if he leaves the supermarket, what should he do if the employees accidentally break the machine and cause a fire?

Difficult...

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Ye Zhou: "I'm really having a hard time!"