Doomsday disaster: Stock up on billions of supplies at the beginning

The price of the shelter is too high.

"50 million."

Bai Zishu blurted out.

"You are robbing me!"

Mu Yun said unhappily.

"I have the most advanced air filtration system and ecological circulation system, and I am the only one in Jiangzhou who sells shelters. There is no market for them."

"50 million, it's already very cheap~" Bai Zishu said with a smile, looking like a profiteer.

Mu Yun rolled his eyes and complained, "It's just a vegetable plot, and you're telling me about an ecological recycling system. Do you think I'm stupid?"

"30 million, the most."

Bai Zishu thought for a moment. At that time, she spent 20 million of her pocket money to build this shelter. Later, she asked the government for approval and spent 10 million to buy this piece of land through connections.

After all, it is a downtown area where every inch of land is valuable, and it is also near the school. The price is indeed not low.

Thinking that all her recent pocket money has been used to build another shelter, her pocket is a little empty.

30 million is 30 million. Although it is the cost price, if no one can be found to sell it, it will rot in her hands. It is better to sell it and make some extra money.

"Okay, I agree."

Bai Zishu made the decision happily.

After the two spent an afternoon to get the contract done, Bai Zishu handed the room card to Mu Yun.

Before leaving, Mu Yun wanted to say something, but thought about it and gave up.

If you tell others that the end of the world is coming, they may not believe it, but these doomsday enthusiasts in the group will definitely believe it.

Mu Yun has too many secrets and doesn't want to cause trouble for himself.

"Goodbye, Mr. Cucumber, be kind to my shelter."

"Don't worry, Miss Crotch is murderous."

Looking at Bai Zishu's back as he left, Mu Yun waved his hand.

To be on the safe side, Mu Yun asked someone to change the IC card password. Except for the card in Mu Yun's hand, no one else can enter this iron box that even a bomb can't penetrate.

It's always better to be safe than sorry.

...

On the way back, Mu Yun passed by a food street.

At that moment, he slapped himself in annoyance.

"I said I forgot to stock up, but it turned out to be waiting for me here!"

He rushed to the food street in a hurry, looking at the grilled squid, takoyaki, grilled gluten, hot and sour noodles, cold noodles, skewers...

As well as milk tea, ice cream, candied haws, popcorn, French fries...

Mu Yun swallowed his saliva, and then began to sweep the various delicacies in the food street.

These things could not be purchased in large quantities, so he had to run a few more times, pack up the delicacies one by one, and then find a place where no one was to put them in the ring.

So, Mu Yun changed from a daily two-point line to a three-point line, and came to the food street to sweep whenever he was free.

...

In a blink of an eye, two weeks passed.

At this time, there were only a dozen days left before the end of the world.

These days, Mu Yun's life is very dull, except for stocking up and chatting in the group.

This group of doomsday enthusiasts are all talented and speak well. Oh, I really like chatting in the group.

[Angel Shit]: Hey, have you heard? A large oasis appeared in the Sahara Desert. This is amazing.

[Arthur handed me a paper]: If a bird grows big, it can grow in any forest. Don't make a fuss every day.

[The old man dancing]: According to my observation of the sky at night, the Ziwei star shifted and the emperor star fell. This is going to be a big deal.

[There is murderous intent in the crotch]: Old man, can't you change your lines? Every time there is a little movement, the emperor star falls.

[The wind blows the butt cool]: That's right, the stars provoke you, and you curse them to fall every day.

Mu Yun, leaning on the boss chair, frowned secretly at the news in the group.

"It's about time, Green Tide..."

After whispering to himself, Mu Yun picked up his phone and started tapping the screen.

[Cucumber is not a melon]: This time I stand on the old man's side. There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. Everyone should be careful.

[Angel Shit]: I also agree with Lao Huang's opinion.

[Angel Shit]: But my shelter warehouse is full, hahaha, enough for me to eat for a long time.

[Angel Shit]: Black man laughs obscenely.jpg

[Crotch has murderous intent]: @Cucumber is not a melon, do you believe what the old man said?

[Disco Grandpa]: Humph! I don't bother with mortals.jpg

[Grumpy Pangolin]: It's better to be careful, so I expanded another warehouse.

[Grumpy Pangolin]: Warehouse full of supplies.jpg

[Arthur hands over paper]: Big boss 6666.jpg

[Angel Shit]: Worship the big boss.jpg

[Crotch has murderous intent]: Pass a cigarette to the boss.jpg

[Cucumber is not a melon]: Pass a fire to the boss.jpg

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As everyone started to fight with pictures, the number of messages in the group soon reached 99+.

Some local tyrants began to hoard supplies with an attitude of believing it is true. It doesn’t matter whether it is a waste of money or not. Anyway, it is just pocket money for them.

Mu Yun looked at the green plants in the city outside the French window, and his eyes gradually became deep.

The end of the world is coming, the first wave of disaster, the green tide.

This may be the last mercy of the end of the world to mankind.

Because, along with the powerful and ferocious green slaves, and the green tide, there are also supernatural fruits called "devil fruits".

Only by eating the corresponding fruits in a reasonable way can you awaken to become a supernatural person.

If the way of eating is wrong, then sorry.

After a week, the fruit will sprout again in the human body, and finally grow into a thick vine and break out of the body.

In the end, it became a terrible monster entangled by vines, constantly looking for flesh to sow.

After the end of the world, these monsters are called slaves of the green tide, green slaves.

Mu Yun began to prepare in advance, and the first thing was to sell the company's last assets, which had no meaning.

"Knock knock!"

"Mr. Mu, you are looking for me?"

Chu Antian walked into the office and asked in confusion.

"Well, how much liquidity is left in our company?" Mu Yun asked.

Chu Antian hesitated slightly, and seemed to be a little entangled in how to say it.

"Just say it." Mu Yun raised his eyebrows and said.

"The final liquidity is less than 200 million."

"Not bad."

Mu Yun was very satisfied with the news.

"Ah? Mr. Mu, this is not bad?"

Chu Antian was stunned.

All the money has been spent, of course it's not bad.

Mu Yun did not explain, and continued, "Sell the remaining assets of the company, as well as the manor and villa under my name, and my car."

Chu Antian's eyes widened, looking at him in disbelief.

"Sold them all?!"

"Yeah."

Chu Antian swallowed his saliva, and asked slowly after a while, "Mr. Mu, you are not going to withdraw money and run away, are you?"

Mu Yun glanced at her, and his mouth twitched slightly.

"Now we live in a society ruled by law, and I will not do anything that violates the law and discipline."

"Also, set up a temporary large-scale fruit purchasing base, which I will need in two days."

Seeing that the little secretary was still standing there stupidly, Mu Yun glared at her.

"Why don't you go quickly."

"Oh, oh! Okay, go right away."

Chu Antian knew that once Mr. Mu made a decision, it would not be changed.

But she really thought Mu Yun was a little willful!

The huge foundation of Fenglin Group was all tossed away by this prodigal son.

Mu Yun looked at the secretary who was busy outside the office and wondered if he should save her. After all, it was really convenient to have a secretary around.

The secretary does nothing and does things.

And Coco also needs someone to take care of her.

At present, this hardworking secretary is a good candidate. She is first-class in appearance, figure and work ability.

But if Mu Yun knew that this girl secretly cursed him as a prodigal son in her heart, he would probably be mad to death.