After discovering that the supermarket restrictions could be changed, Lin Feng used all three opportunities today to get canned lunch meat, two kilograms each time, and a total of 12 boxes were 12 boxes in three times.

Lin Feng tried, the supermarket limit was only changed in terms of weight, but still did not change in the number of pickups, and it was still three times a day.

That's enough. 12 boxes of canned lunch meat are considered a considerable supply in this end of the world.

Lin Feng took some time to remove the plastic packaging on the canned lunch meat. He didn't want anyone to find out the origin of the canned food. Then Lin Feng put the 12 boxes of canned lunch meat taken from the supermarket into the End of the World Table.

He was busy until midnight and felt sleepy. There were so many things he had experienced in just one day, and Lin Feng felt tired and was sleeping in this simple bed.

The next morning, Dong Hu got up early and wanted to go out to hunt. Life in the end times is difficult, and if you want to survive, you have to take risks. If not, you can only get a piece of moldy bread from the base every three days like the elderly, weak, sick and disabled in the slums, so as to ensure that you don’t starve to death. But that feeling is very painful. Eating a piece of bread as big as a palm in three days will bring unlimited hunger.

Dong Wu is only twenty years old, and when he grows up, he must earn more white crystals when he is young. Fortunately, one day he really can't move and has some hope. Although he thinks far away, in this end of the world, no one wants to die.

Lin Feng stopped Dong Wu's actions and put forward his own ideas.

"You are more familiar with this base. Is there any free trading place in the base?"

Now Lin Feng has 12 boxes of canned lunch meat in his hand, and Lin Feng wants to take action as soon as possible in exchange for some white crystals.

The benefits of the white crystal to Lin Feng are obvious. As a cultivator, Lin Feng needs a large amount of crystals to improve his own cultivation. Fortunately, he has the power to protect himself in this mode.

"What are you going to buy?"

Dong Wu was a little depressed when he saw Lin Feng not letting him go out to hunt. However, when he thought of Lin Feng's generousness, he gave him a box of canned food as soon as he made a move. Dong Wu was still very grateful.

"I'm not buying it, I want to sell some food, I don't know who I can sell it to at this base."

Although Lin Feng did not completely eliminate his guard against Dong Wu in front of him, only this Dong Wu can help him. When he first came to the end of the world, Lin Feng was still very wary of the people in this world. Through a brief day of contact with this fat man, Lin Feng felt that Dong Wu's people were still good.

"There are grocery stores in the living area of ​​the base. If you have food, you can ask. I have been to the grocery store several times and it should be able to collect it."

Dong Wu is still very familiar with the situation in the base. After all, it has been three years since the end of the world, and the base has been established for more than two years. Although Dong Wu is from a slum, he still needs some things in life after returning from hunting. Dong Wu also has a lot of contact with these shops selling things. Although there are some differences between slums and living areas, there are still no restrictions on entry and exit.

So, on the premise that Lin Feng promised to give Dong Wu a white crystal, Dong Wu took Lin Feng through the slums and came to the living area in the base.

The living area is really different from the slums. Passers-by on the street are much better than those in the slums in terms of their complexion and clothing. Except for the lack of cars passing through the road, everything else is similar to the small towns in the world where Lin Feng was previously in.

At present, Dong Wu led Lin Feng to a shop. The shop had not big plaques, but there were a lot of products inside, ranging from clothing to daily necessities, and the categories were quite complete.

"What's wrong with you?"

Lin Feng, the guy who was guarding the door in the shop, came in and saw Dong Wu’s clothes worn and not even lifting his eyelids, and a few words popped out between his teeth.

"We are here to sell things, please call your boss out."

Dong Wu came to this shop on weekdays, but because he came from a slum, he naturally rolled his eyes a lot. He knew that he was the lowest-level person, so Dong Wu could only endure it.

Now that Lin Feng comes to sell things, he naturally cannot speak the same way. Moreover, when Lin Feng says that he sells canned food, even Dong Wu is confident in speaking.

What is canned food? It is a luxury in this apocalypse. Dong Wu hasn't eaten canned food for more than two years. Now Dong Wu can still recall the delicious taste of the box of canned lunch meat that Lin Feng gave him yesterday.

"Selling things? Joke, are our bosses who can meet as much as you want? What good things can you have? If you are fine, leave quickly and don't stand there to affect my business."

The guy chuckled and looked at Dong Wu wearing ragged clothes, which looked like selling things. A poor man still wanted to see the boss? Lin Feng was dressed clean, but most of the people who could be with the poor man were the same type of people, and he was about to drive the two out now.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked down from the second floor of the store. He heard the conversation between Dong Wu and his friend, and when he looked at Lin Feng again, his expression changed a little.

"Xiao Li, you go down first." The middle-aged man said to the clerk downstairs on the stairs, then turned around and said politely to Lin Feng and the others: "Please follow me upstairs and talk in detail."

"I wonder what this little brother wants to sell to us?"

After Lin Feng and Dong Wu followed the middle-aged man to the second floor, they sat down in a reception room. After the middle-aged man made tea for Lin Feng and the others, he said politely.

Lin Feng glanced at the middle-aged man and realized that the middle-aged man realized that Lin Feng was a cultivator.

There is energy fluctuation in the cultivator's body. Although the energy fluctuation is very subtle, it can still be felt by people who are also cultivators. This middle-aged man is also a cultivator, and Lin Feng can feel the fluctuation in his body. Until Lin Feng can't see the level of the cultivator.

Cultivators can control their own energy fluctuations, and their specific strength is invisible. Lin Feng can choose not to let their energy fluctuations. However, in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, Lin Feng did not block his own energy fluctuations this time. In this way, as long as he is a cultivator, he can see it all at once.

"can!"

He picked up the tea cup in front of him and gently blew the tea leaves floating on it. Lin Feng spit out two words from his mouth.

can!

After hearing Lin Feng's transformation, the middle-aged man screamed out. However, he felt that he was a little disobedient and immediately calmed down.

"I wonder how many boxes of canned food sir?"

When I heard that Lin Feng had canned food on his hand, the middle-aged man's name for Lin Feng changed from a young brother to a gentleman. This shows how much impact canned food has on people in this apocalypse.

In this world, not to mention the canned food that can be stored for a long time, even moldy bread, are all good things. The authentic canned food is undoubtedly a delicacy for those living in the end of the world. Not to mention the owner of the store, or those who live in the center of the base, canned food has a great temptation to them and is regarded as a luxury. Now the middle-aged man’s voice is a little trembling when he asks Lin Feng.

“12 boxes.”

Lin Feng said lightly, gently putting down the teacup in his hand.

Big business! Definitely big business!
Chapter completed!