My perfect apocalyptic life

Seeing the two people in the store frozen in place, Meng Xu scratched his head, puzzled.

Am I really scary?

No, he was almost rated as a three-good student and an excellent class leader every year in school, and his composition also won the second prize in the school competition. If it weren’t for the fact that the first-prize student’s winning composition was "My Principal Father", he would have been the first!

How could I be scary if I was so popular?

Soon, Meng Xu suddenly realized.

It’s not my problem.

It must be Li Xiang’s problem!

Thinking of this, Meng Xu turned around angrily and looked at Li Xiang.

At this moment, Li Xiang no longer looked like a human, his face was completely inhuman, but the green hair was very conspicuous.

Meng Xu immediately kicked Li Xiang: "Look at you, with all the green hair! You're scaring me, I'll shave your green hair off later!"

After kicking him, Fang turned around and smiled at the people in the hot pot restaurant: "Sorry, my waiter looks a little abstract, don't mind, I've taught him a lesson... Do you want to buy fried chicken?"

We are afraid of the zombies behind you, but we are more afraid of you.

Zhao Jing thought silently in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it out loud.

After all, the current situation is a bit scary, Zhao Jing and the man don't know what to do at all.

Seeing that the two of them turned a blind eye, Meng Xu immediately scratched his head and asked in confusion: "Why, don't you want to buy it?"

That's not right.

In the end-time environment, someone sells food.

Logically, everyone should be crazy about it.

Why don't they buy it?

Strange.

After hearing Meng Xu's words, the two people inside were stunned, and then hurriedly said: "Buy, buy, buy, let's buy!"

Seeing Meng Xu's look, no one dared to imagine what would happen if they didn't buy.

"Buy it!"

Meng Xu nodded with satisfaction, packed ten chicken chops in no time, and smiled sweetly: "Two, a total of one hundred yuan, cash or scan code?"

"Cash!"

The man spoke decisively, grabbed the cash register, grabbed a handful of cash, and handed it to Meng Xu tremblingly: "Do you think this is enough?"

"I only want one hundred."

Meng Xu is a very principled snack stall owner. He looked at the change, took a red note from the change, and said righteously: "Are there only two of you here?"

Zhao Jing immediately said: "There are others. We will change two people to stand guard in front every hour, and the others are in the kitchen."

"Call them all out! Buy together." Meng Xu was even happier when he heard this.

More people will be good.

"How many people are there?"

Meng Xu asked as he casually started frying chicken chops on the street.

The reserve chicken chops were not enough, so he needed to fry more.

"There are still eight people behind."

The man forced a smile, and when he saw that Meng Xu did not seem to have any intention of taking action, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said boldly: "How many chicken chops are left? Can we buy them all? You don't have to fry them."

In the end times, food is the most important resource.

If possible, the more the better.

When Meng Xu heard this, he frowned immediately: "No, each person can only have five servings at most. You still have eight people, right? Then I can sell you 40 servings."

After that, Meng Xu hurried to fry the chicken chops.

The process of frying chicken chops is not very difficult.

Just pick up the pan and heat the oil.

Then put the chicken chops in, fry them and take them out.

It's just that the control of the heat is a little lacking.

Therefore, the chicken chops sold by Meng Xu are either half-cooked or pitch black.

The quality control is extremely poor.

But it doesn't matter, after all, zombies can't talk.

As for the living?

Meng Xu glanced at the man and woman in front of him. They were trembling like quails and didn't dare to speak.

Well, it seems that everyone is more satisfied with their half-cooked chicken steaks.

Meng Xu was immediately very comfortable.

Soon, the chicken steak was fried.

One hand paid and the other hand delivered.

[Sold successfully, current progress: 67/300. ]

After getting the chicken steak, the other party was obviously relieved, and Meng Xu was also very satisfied.

At this time, the man suddenly asked a question: "Brother, it's so dangerous, why do you come out to sell this thing?"

It's not curiosity, just want to chat.

"It's all for a living."

Meng Xu took out a cigarette, lit it, and then sighed: "If it's not for making money, who is willing to come out to sell chicken steaks in such a dangerous situation?"

Man:?

"Earn... make money?"

The man was a little confused. Isn't it the end of the world? Why do we need to make money?

"I think making money is not the most important thing. Brother, let's hide in a safe place and wait for official rescue." The man exhaled a puff of smoke and whispered to Meng Xu, "According to the current situation... I think money may be useless. Maybe we need to... issue something new."

He is usually the most public-spirited, commonly known as warm-hearted, and he has to say a few words about everything he encounters.

At the same time, he is also the manager of this rotating hot pot restaurant.

"No."

Meng Xu shook his head and said with emotion: "I have just established a company and I have to pay my employees. I am a conscientious entrepreneur."

Man:? ?

Pay wages?

It's the end of the world, and you're still thinking about paying employees?

What a good boss.

The man was touched, and at the same time he finally felt that Meng Xu might have some problems with his brain.

Then, the man thought about it, came to the counter, opened a drawer, found a business card, handed it to Meng Xu very tactfully, and said to Meng Xu: "Brother... you are very strong, I have a friend here, if you are on the way, you can talk to him. If he hasn't turned into a zombie, he should be able to alleviate your problem."

Hearing this, Meng Xu was instantly happy: "Who is it, is it a big entrepreneur in the catering industry?"

He was worried that he had no experience in managing a business. If there was a senior boss to help him, it would be great.

As long as he learned it, then one day, he would be able to be hung on the street lamp... cough cough, one day he would definitely become the richest man in the world!

Excited heart, trembling hands.

Meng Xu took the business card and looked at it carefully.

Wang Xunming.

Chief physician of the Department of Psychiatry, Heqing Municipal Hospital.

An address and a phone number were attached at the back.

Meng Xu's eyes went dark immediately, and then he looked at the man and said word by word: "Do you think I'm crazy? I tell you, I'm in good spirits!"

You are crazy, your whole family is crazy!

Meng Xu's spirit is really good, his spirit value is 10.5, much more energetic than ordinary people!

He is definitely not crazy, with the perfect life system as evidence, he has been completing the tasks of the system, how can he become crazy!

Meng Xu was very unconvinced, he is a normal person.

But forget it, there is nothing to say to these guys who don't know how to struggle.

Can't delay making money for yourself.

"Are you still open here? If you are, give me a small hot pot. I've been busy all morning and I haven't eaten yet!"

Meng Xu yawned and then said, "After eating, I still have to sell chicken chops. There are more than 100 left."

After hearing Meng Xu's words, several people looked at each other, and immediately started to make small hot pot for Meng Xu in a hurry.

Thanks to the water and electricity, the situation here is still relatively good.

After all, it is a restaurant, there is no shortage of food, and there is no power outage. There is still a refrigerator to use...but I don't know how long this power system can last.

After hearing Meng Xu's words, the man was stunned for a moment.

It's the end of the world, and you ask me if this place is still open?

It seems that he is seriously ill, Director Wang, you must treat him well.

The man thought silently in his heart.