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The boy with good fortune counted carefully and burst into laughter: "What are the units after the decimal point?"
Who really knows what those units are? Everyone only knows one thing: with this exchange rate, even Shen Xingchuan going in for an ice cream would be a luxurious bankruptcy.
No matter how impressive one might be, at Yun's Supermarket, they would still hit a wall, feeling superior because of this brand, while others floated around in blissful ignorance.
At exactly eight in the morning, the supermarket opened its doors. Sitting at the bar was a very handsome young man.
Cang Jin looked at them, pursed his lips, and said, "Welcome." He didn't say anything more.
He had restocked the goods taken away yesterday because he didn't want to leave his father. Sister Yun had conjured up a small house for him on the fifth floor.
The bathroom and all necessary supplies were complete; this was something he never dared to imagine he could have a normal life again.
In the morning, he first watered the red Hibiscus planted on his father's corpse before heading downstairs to open for business.
Whether it was because his father was happy for him or not, the flowers that had wilted yesterday were exceptionally vibrant today.
People looked meaningfully at this young man; he was the one who had been entrusted with care. Tsk, having opened this door, it wouldn’t be quiet around here anymore.
Just as they thought this, a rather decent-looking man in his twenties entered, holding a pot of very ordinary flowers.
His clothes were tattered but just revealing enough to show some skin, and he flirtatiously leaned against the bar: "Where's Miss Yun? I need to talk to her."
Cang Jin wasn’t a child; seeing this situation made it clear that this was likely trouble caused by Sister Yun taking him in, which naturally displeased him.
But as just one person, he had no standing to chase anyone away.
With an indifferent tone, he replied: "Sister Yun isn’t up yet; you can talk later."
"That won't do! I went through a lot to bring a gift for Miss Yun. Look how beautiful this flower is! Maybe you'll even call me brother in the future."
This "brother" was not said in a friendly manner; there was something hidden behind it that Cang Jin, having experienced five years of apocalypse, understood all too well.
His face turned cold: "Vile and disgusting! Sister Yun is not that kind of person! Stop filling your mind with filth! Even in the apocalypse, not everyone is as depraved as you!"
Perhaps struck by a nerve, the man's eyes darkened momentarily as he clutched the flowers.
Just an ordinary person without any Ability, entering Yun's Supermarket, did he really think he was something special?
Suddenly, many small snakes, about the thickness of a thumb, crawled out from his sleeves, writhing as they prepared to leap onto Cang Jin.
Cang Jin was startled; after all, seeing so many Snakelets crawling out was quite shocking.
But recalling what Sister Yun had said on his first day—bullying others was fine, but one must never be bullied—he gathered his courage and didn’t scream or dodge; he trusted Sister Yun.
As the Snakelets sprang up, a pure black membership card with a red lip print floated into the air, blocking Cang Jin's path. It was as if an invisible barrier had formed, preventing the Snakelets from getting anywhere near Cang Jin.
From the escalator above, a figure descended. With long hair neatly tied back and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, her sweet face had lost its usual charm, now appearing expressionless. Today, her outfit clearly leaned towards a more sophisticated style. She wore a colored shirt paired with simple jeans and stylish heels; the simpler the outfit, the more elegant it looked, especially with those gold-rimmed glasses that exuded an air of superiority.
"I've opened an animal channel that only allows dogs and Shen Xingchuan to enter. You are a crawling species; I operate on human terms. Feel free to leave, but don’t disturb the public environment."
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