Knowing the end of the world, I recruited the golden finger to lead the motherland

Chapter 13 Three thousand bags of hot pot base!

Three thousand servings of...hot pot base?!

The waiter's mouth twitched slightly, and he glanced awkwardly at Yan Ning who was still eating meat by himself, and said carefully:

"Are you kidding?"

Has any of the guests who come here ever made such a request?
No, even if they are not coming here, customers of other ordinary hotpot restaurants would not make such a request, or they would be regarded as troublemakers from the rival restaurant and beaten out with sticks!
"I'm serious, I can pay with my card right now."

Zhang Yi glanced at the waiter. As a fellow worker, he did not make things difficult for him: "You can call your manager. Since this place is a membership system, our reputation should be guaranteed."

It's a high-end club. As long as your requirements are not too extreme, they should be able to meet your needs.

"Go ahead and ask your manager. If you can, just pack it up."

Yan Ning was not surprised at all. He just accurately scooped out a tender cabbage heart from the hot pot and ate it before saying with satisfaction, "Wait for Mr. Zhang to leave his address, and then you can deliver it directly."

"……it is good."

This was indeed not something the waiter could interfere with, so he ran to ask the manager, but the manager only asked the name of the membership holder in the box, nodded in agreement after getting the answer, and even gave some extra ingredients and a hot pot base recipe with the chef's notes.

Zhang Yi paid the bill of less than one million yuan with a credit card on the spot, left his address and had the money delivered to his door, and also generously tipped the waiter.

"Mr. Zhang has a really good appetite."

Yan Jing listened to the whole thing quietly, feeling emotional.

Foodie, luckily you are a foodie.

If you are not a foodie, I won’t be able to find your space.

[What is the reason why Zhang Yi was judged as the owner of the space? 】

Yan Ning had asked this when he received the information, and Bai Jiu answered seriously:
[He purchased dishes in large quantities from Michelin three-star restaurants, as well as various private dessert and beverage shops, and ordered 20 trucks to deliver them to the community like a buffet. Due to the high cost and the large quantity, he was immediately reported by the community administrator.

[After the report was made, we went to investigate and found that the dishes that were transported into his garage had disappeared, and not even traces of plates, chopsticks, or garbage were left. Moreover, Zhang Yi did not move out, and there was no inventory or rotten smell in his own house. So we guessed that it was stored in the space, and that the space had a certain time difference.]

In short, you think your life doesn’t have so many viewers, but in fact, in today’s big data era, even your wrestling can be recorded from several angles.

How could such abnormal behavior not be captured on camera and posted online?

How could it not be reported?

Reborn, what do you think?

Pulling away from the memories, Yan Ning was filled with sighs, and then he got back to business: "Why is Mr. Zhang interested in guns?"

When Zhang Yi heard that they were finally talking about firearms, he said excitedly:

"Well, I made a little money recently, and I want to go somewhere remote, so I plan to use this gun for self-defense.

"Knives and sticks are easy to get. Bows, crossbows, and air guns are not a problem either. But guns and other things can only be obtained through the black market in China."

"Really?" Yan Ning said, "It seems that Mr. Zhang has obtained all the things mentioned earlier."

"They are all formal channels. I have a hobby of hunting and have obtained relevant certificates." Zhang Yi said.

He bought several bows and crossbows and air rifles from the hunting ground he used to go to. The number of bows and crossbows he bought was astonishing. He even bought two Damascus steel hunting knives, which were absolutely great for chopping people and defending oneself.

The person in charge of the hunting ground was amazed to see that he had stuffed a trunk full of equipment. If Zhang Yi was not indeed an old customer with a decent reputation and a good relationship with the administrator, he would not have sold these dangerous things to him at such an exaggerated price.

It's like purchasing goods and clearing inventory.

"What use do you have for these things? Could there be a terrorist attack in the core area of ​​our territory? There was an attack in Moscow a few days ago..."

Yan Ning raised her eyes and looked at him, as if there was something else behind his words.

"If there is any rumor, Boss Zhang, don't forget me, your good friend who provided the channel."

Zhang Yi's hand holding the chopsticks paused.

After the meteorite landed, countless lives were lost. In the famine caused by the fire, the survivors lost their humanity and used all means to grab supplies. If they wanted to stay alive, they had to take up arms. Even if they didn't have weapons, they had to have the force to intimidate others.

Zhang Yi is just an ordinary white-collar worker. At most, he goes to the gym to exercise, but he has no physical fitness to be proud of.

I can only rely on external forces and weapons. "Since Boss Yan sincerely wants to help me and make friends with me, I will also remind Boss Yan of something."

Zhang Yi lowered his voice and motioned Yan Ning to come closer.

"The world is going to be in turmoil soon. Boss Yan, please store more supplies and self-defense weapons. These are much more useful than money."

Yan Ning blinked and smiled as if he didn't understand, thinking that Zhang Yi was joking:

"It sounds like the Worlds S3 season is coming."

Zhang Yi smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid it will be even scarier than Season 3."

Yan Ning held his chin with one hand and used the other hand to pick up the meat slices in the pot with chopsticks, doing it lightly as if he had a plan in mind.

"No matter how terrible it is, there is still the country."

Zhang Yi smacked his lips: "Don't we have to save ourselves?"

"How can we just rely on self-help?" Yan Ning raised his eyebrows.

"Of course not. But now we have the Internet to judge. Only heat can break the information cocoon. There are still some messed up things. If we want justice, don't we have to save ourselves? To put it in an exaggerated way, if the world is coming to an end, wouldn't the powerful run away first?"

Zhang Yi said half-seriously, "People on the Internet joked that if a disaster strikes and there is a spaceship to save the world, there is no question of competing for who to take with them. By the time we know about the end of the world, the spaceship has already flown several light years away with everyone on it."

Yan Ning listened and stopped picking up food.

"Do you remember the big earthquake in 08?" she asked.

"How could I forget?"

Hearing Zhang Yi's answer, Yan Ning nodded and continued:
"The earthquake that year was like a will written in advance by the blind landing. There is no shortage of high-ranking people rushing to the front line of major disasters. If a disaster really strikes, there will always be people who will step forward instead of leaving the building empty."

Of course, if aliens really could invade the Earth, there would be a generation gap between the entire Blue Planet and them in terms of technology. After all, we are not yet capable of building interstellar starships.

But in terms of a sense of security, the country is a strong shield and the soldiers are the highest commitment.

Because we believe that before the aliens reach us, there will always be a country and soldiers standing in front of us.

It’s really the end of the world now, and it’s the same.

Yan Ning's words came out casually, not like a confession, but more like the natural breathing of drinking tea.

"Really?" Zhang Yi obviously didn't take it seriously, and even curled his lips and sneered, "I really didn't expect Boss Yan to be so naive."

This is a form of disapproval, with a bit of arrogance and an attitude of "everyone else is drunk but I am sober".

Refined, egoistic.

"Call me naive."

Yan Ning tapped the table lightly with her fingers. She had already felt out what she wanted. She did not argue with Zhang Yi, but just smiled and said:
“I have already communicated with the channel you requested.

"The goods will be available at any time. The rest depends on your funds and time."

"Time and money are not a problem," Zhang Yi said, leaning closer, "but what goods can we get?"

"It's hard to import any goods, and you still want to be picky?" Yan Ning raised his eyebrows.

This is true.

Although people abroad can still get a few good guns, that is not the case here, so the possibility of terrorist attacks cannot be fundamentally eliminated.

"Yes, I want all the goods, as long as you pay enough."

As expected, Zhang Yi stopped picking and focused his attention on Yan Ning sitting opposite him. Suddenly, he remembered something strange and important.

This woman has neither money nor power, why should she help him?

Is it possible...

Do you like him?!
(End of this chapter)