"Mr. Chen, the 100 fried chicken buckets you asked for have been delivered according to your order."

On the side road near the suburbs, Chen Luo cast a glance at the food delivery truck, and ordered: "Put it in my car, and make it better."

The car Chen Luo prepared was a small truck, which was more than enough to hold a hundred servings of fried chicken.

The person in charge of the food delivery who gnawed the chicken should be smiling.

Originally, they didn't provide the service of loading cars, but there was no way. Chen Luo gave too much and added money. Such an order took half a month.

As soon as the front foot of delivering fried chicken left, the back foot of delivering duck arrived.

"Mr. Chen, the one hundred servings of roast duck you ordered have arrived."

After the two groups of people left, Chen Luo looked around and got into the carriage, and then the fried chicken and roast duck that had just been delivered miraculously disappeared.

It's not that he disappeared, but he entered Chen Luo's supernatural space.

We have to make room in the carriage, and there are still many waves of food deliveries behind.

The ability space is not very large, it is only about the size of more than 20 football fields, and it is 20 meters high.

In the supernatural space, time stops flowing, even if you take out any fried chicken or roast duck from it twenty years later, it will still be fresh and full of heat.

Three days ago, Chen Luo was shocked to find that he returned from 12 years after the end of the world to a month before the end of the world.

What is the most in demand in the last days?

Supplies.

More precisely, food.

People depend on food, who can stand without food?

This doggy end of the world has led to extremely tight resources. Even Chen Luo, who is known as the king of the void, often suffers from hunger in the end of the world.

They ate either fast food that had expired for an unknown number of years, or mutated biological meat that tasted bitter and sour.

27 days later, due to unknown reasons, the apocalypse broke out, and 80% of the human beings in the world turned into zombies.

At least 90% of the remaining humans died at the hands of zombies.

The surviving human beings began to evolve quickly and slowly, and produced supernatural abilities, some of which were physical, elemental, and spiritual.

Chen Luo, on the other hand, mastered an extremely rare space-type ability. He was so talented that he was called the King of the Void. It can be said that there was no one who could fight.

Chen Luo, who has mastered void walking, is unmatched in Gou's ability, with first-class combat ability and even more top-notch life-saving ability.

When in danger, a voidwalker ran away.

As he struggled, Chen Luo discovered that it seemed that all the survivors had been boiled to death. In the whole world, except for more and more outrageous monsters, there was no one of the same kind to be seen again.

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In the last days, people's hearts are unpredictable, but there is only one person in the world, so it is too lonely.

Chen Luo couldn't bear this loneliness, and it was meaningless to continue living, so he found a hole and buried himself.

It's not that Chen Luo can't live anymore, it's that Chen Luo doesn't want to live anymore.

After waking up, Chen Luo found that he was reborn, and the supernatural space created in his previous life was still there, allowing him to freely access materials.

All other powers are gone.

Chen Luo couldn't figure out what happened to him, and didn't bother to think about it.

There is only food in this world that can’t be let down, so hurry up and stock up first.

Three minutes later.

"Mr. Chen, the dish you ordered has arrived."

Chen Luo specifically found a few hotels that are famous for their gourmet tastes, and asked them to send a hundred packages of food and wine to each of them.

They were all Chen Luo's favorite dishes.

Sauerkraut fish, chicken stewed with mushrooms, beer duck, sweet and sour pork ribs, braised crucian carp...

And it's all made by the chef.

After the apocalypse, let alone eating, it’s outrageous that you can still see these dishes.

Want to eat?

There is everything in the dream.

A piece of bread is enough to make a big fight.

Chen Luo once fought a bloody battle for a ham sausage.

If someone can provide a hard dish, Chen Luo said, I will do whatever you ask me to do, it is too hard to hold back.

In less than an hour, five hundred hard dishes entered Chen Luo's supernatural space.

Before the end of the world, as long as he was free, Chen Luo would continue to do this kind of behavior.

Such an order was a little strange, but Chen Luo didn't take it seriously, and he didn't steal or snatch it.

I use it to condolences to orphanages, construction workers, or if I am sick, can I buy it for fun?

If it wasn't so strange to order a thousand copies, and the efficiency of these hotels couldn't keep up, Chen Luo would only buy more.

At this time, the phone rang.

"Mr. Chen, the first batch of 2,000 tons of the 10,000 tons of pork you ordered is about to arrive in the cold storage. Would you like to come over and have a look?"

Chen Luo replied, "I'll be there soon."

That's right, Chen Luo ordered 10,000 tons of pork, but it was more than that. There were also 2,000 tons of beef, mutton, and 5,000 tons of chicken, duck, and fish.

After the end of the world, it's not impossible to cook. If you have fresh ingredients, you can cook anything.

Not long after the end of the world, the electricity went out, and even the ingredients could not be kept fresh. It would be two years after Chen Luo mastered the power space. At that time, how could there be any ingredients for Chen Luo to keep?

How much can be loaded by a small truck in waves?

Most importantly, the price/performance ratio is not high.

Pork is cheap, and Chinese people eat the most, so Chen Luo hoards the most.

The wholesale price is 9.6 per catty, and 10,000 tons is less than 200 million. If it wasn't for the lack of money, Chen Luo would only want to hoard him 100,000 tons.

Chen Luo sighed: "It's a good time. If the price of the second senior brother approached 50 two years ago, it would be difficult to stock up if you have money."

After the stockpiled materials are all in, Chen Luo will find a suitable opportunity to put them all into the supernatural space.

After arriving at the cold storage, Mr. Wang of the trading company that took Chen Luo's big order greeted him with a smile.

Chen Luodao: "After unloading the goods, go to the bank to transfer the money."

Mr. Wang smiled even more happily, and said, "No hurry, no hurry."

Chen Luo just smiled, and didn't take it seriously. For this batch of goods, 10% of the deposit will be paid, and a batch of money will be paid for each batch of goods. A total of 70% will be paid, and the remaining 30% will be paid in a month.

If possible, Chen Luo would like to go empty-handed with the white wolf, but Chen Luo is not familiar with them, and this President Wang simply does not have the strength to advance.

Chen Luo greeted the hired butcher Lao Zhang and Lao Li and said, "Old Zhang, Lao Li, watch out, don't let them fool you with decades of frozen meat."

Lao Zhang smiled with his fat face trembling: "Mr. Chen, don't worry, I have killed pigs for decades, and I will know when I killed this pork just by looking at it."

Chen Luo joked, "I've lived for more than 20 years. I can tell if this circuit has electricity by touching it."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Mr. Chen is humorous."

After unloading the goods, Chen Luo and Mr. Wang of the trading company went to the bank to transfer the money. Just as they said goodbye, the phone rang again.

A frantic voice rang from the phone.

"Chen Luo, you sold shares worth more than three billion yuan for one billion?"

"You don't tell me about such a big thing, do you still pay attention to my uncle?"