"I have quite a lot, but the dates aren't very fresh. Brother, do you want them?"
Meng Bufan felt completely at ease being called brother. Thinking back to the apocalypse, Fang Zhiyi always just called him by his name, which was annoying to look at.
"How can canned food go bad?" Meng Bufan knew very well. He had hoarded supplies back then, and all those cans were expired, yet they were perfectly fine, weren't they? In the apocalypse, a single can could be traded for a lot of good stuff.
Most importantly, they were cheap.
But just as he was about to ask more, the man came back. Seeing him talking to Fang Zhiyi, the man directly shoved him: "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"
Meng Bufan felt a bit of anger after being pushed, but he didn't dare to act out, so he resentfully sat back down in his own seat.
"For canned fruit, I can only give twenty a box. Canned meat is slightly higher, but not by much, since they're about to expire. I'm telling you, bringing out stuff like this makes it hard for me, brother." The man's words attracted Meng Bufan's attention once again.
He stared blankly at the boiling hotpot in front of him, his entire focus on the conversation between the two people behind him.
Twenty bucks a box? How many could he buy with that? He grew excited. This was way cheaper than his original plan of buying from the supermarket!
He didn't know much about business to begin with, so he immediately turned his head: "Friend, I'll take however many you have! I'll pay five bucks more per box!"
The man turned around in surprise: "Are you sick in the head? Do we even know you?"
Meng Bufan wasn't afraid. After all, he was someone who had seen the apocalypse: "He's willing to sell, and I'm willing to buy. What does it have to do with you?"
"You!" The man stood up abruptly.
Fang Zhiyi, however, spoke up: "Brother, if this gentleman is willing to buy, I can sell to him too. I'm happy to make a bit more money." Fang Zhiyi looked like he was in desperate need of cash.
"Exactly! Do you not understand the freedom of trade?" Meng Bufan raised his chin.
"I'll add another five bucks per box!" The man reached out, spreading his five fingers.
Seeing Fang Zhiyi's hesitant expression, Meng Bufan immediately said: "Then I'll add another five!" He had done the math. A box of canned food from the supermarket would cost at least fifty or sixty. Even at this price, he could save a lot. The most crucial part was that he was buying this from Fang Zhiyi. The thought of letting Fang Zhiyi watch him sell the cans later while being unable to eat them himself made him happy.
"Are you crazy!" The man grew furious, clearly angry that his chance to make money was interrupted by Meng Bufan.
Meng Bufan looked at him with some disdain. Idiot, he didn't even know that money would soon be useless.
Fang Zhiyi finally decided to sell to Meng Bufan. To avoid any complications, Meng Bufan signed a contract with Fang Zhiyi right then and there. Then, without even taking a bite of his hotpot, he followed him to a remote warehouse. After counting the cans in the warehouse, Meng Bufan's face bloomed with a smile. This warehouse full of food would last him a very long time!
Fang Zhiyi was such a fool, he even gave him several boxes for free!
Meng Bufan immediately transferred the money to Fang Zhiyi. Watching Fang Zhiyi leave in high spirits, he cursed, "Idiot."
Little did he know that as soon as Fang Zhiyi left his line of sight, he turned a corner, and the man who had been eating hotpot with him earlier popped out from nowhere.
"Brother Fang, you're amazing. How did you know someone would buy this batch of goods while we were eating hotpot?" The man was called Grey Dog; he absolutely refused to reveal his real name.
"Brilliant calculation." Fang Zhiyi was very satisfied. This way, he finally had some money.
"No wonder you asked me to help you buy a batch of discarded cans from people. But you sold them a bit too ruthlessly. We bought them for about ten bucks a box, and you flipped them for thirty-five?" Grey Dog was full of admiration.
"It's faster than you taking your old mother out to run scams, right?"
Grey Dog scratched his head: "Don't mention it, don't mention it."
He had no choice either. Whenever he and his mother were about to go to work, this Fang Zhiyi would show up right on time, making them unable to sit or lie down, and they just couldn't avoid him.
"Listen to me, next..."
Grey Dog listened to Fang Zhiyi with a confused look, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter: "Really? But... isn't it a bit harsh to keep fleecing just one person?"
"It's fine, he's an idiot." Fang Zhiyi's tone left no room for doubt.
Grey Dog's phone chimed. He picked it up and took a look; it was his cut of the money from Fang Zhiyi arriving in his account. He immediately nodded repeatedly: "Done! I'll listen to you!"
Having bought the canned food, Meng Bufan's money was more than half gone. There was no helping it; Fang Zhiyi just had too many goods. But Meng Bufan thought about it very clearly: money was soon going to be worthless anyway.
However, just canned food wasn't enough. He needed other things.
The list was clearly laid out.
Generators, gasoline, seeds, dehydrated vegetables, and some weapons he could manage to buy—there were still many things he needed to prepare.
But the money he had borrowed was clearly not enough.
Moreover, he still had to figure out how to transport these cans back to the apartment building where he lived to hide them, which would also take some effort.
Meng Bufan was lost in thought as he returned home, but as he opened his door, a card dropped down.
"Private loans, no credit check required!"
Meng Bufan's eyes lit up.
He really was the main character! Wasn't this exactly getting whatever he wished for?
Hiding at the end of the corridor, Grey Dog watched the kid take the advertisement card inside, and his admiration for Fang Zhiyi increased by several degrees.
A divine fortune-teller! Why didn't he go set up a fortune-telling stall?
Sure enough, the next day he received his commission. After calling to inquire, Meng Bufan resolutely took out a loan of a hundred thousand, completely disregarding the interest rate. As the introducer, Grey Dog also got a cut.
He wanted to share the money with Fang Zhiyi, but Fang Zhiyi had no interest in this small amount of cash.
His mind was entirely focused on the difficulty level of this apocalypse. Mutants with borderline abnormal vitality, having no superpowers... wasn't that a dead end?
However, Fang Zhiyi still assigned Grey Dog his next task. Grey Dog once again made an advertisement himself and stuck it near Meng Bufan's home. Sure enough, after two nuisance calls, came Meng Bufan's inquiry call requesting door and window modifications.
Grey Dog happily forwarded the business to his shady friends.
Over the following month, Grey Dog had become completely familiar with the routine. Fang Zhiyi didn't even need to give specific details anymore; as long as he mentioned something about moving or vegetables, Grey Dog immediately transformed into an all-purpose broker. Anyway, there was only one target customer—a fool with too much money.
And Fang Zhiyi also received a phone call.
"Why haven't you been coming to school lately?"
Fang Zhiyi slapped his forehead. His mind had been so full of thoughts about the apocalypse that he completely forgot he was still a student.
And the person on the other end of the line was the girlfriend he had secretly been dating, Hu Yuqian.
The original owner of the body hadn't done anything with her other than holding hands and passing notes.
"I'm busy, bye." Fang Zhiyi hung up the phone directly. He could understand human nature during the apocalypse, but from the perspective of the original owner, this Hu Yuqian was indeed quite obnoxious. After she sucked up to Meng Bufan, her attitude towards Fang Zhiyi had clearly changed a lot.
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
