Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies

Chapter 50: Fighting the Landlord

From the moment Lin Nianbei gave the order to when Xiao Liu came back to report, no more than an hour had passed.

Even Lin Nianbei hadn’t expected it to be so quick.

“Is there really a supermarket?” Lin Nianbei usually maintained the composure of a superior, but now, upon hearing Xiao Liu’s description, he couldn’t stay calm and stood up straight away.

Xiao Liu was excited too.

The supermarket was genuinely large, and the variety of goods was as equally extensive.

They had seen the exchange of Crystal Cores for money on the little blackboard and had even exchanged a few Low-level Crystal Cores themselves, successfully purchasing some items.

He bought some snacks and a packet of instant noodles to bring back for Lin Nianbei to see.

As for why he didn’t buy more? He wasn’t stupid. Since Lin Nianbei wanted to scout the place out because of Lin Muxue’s remarks, it was clear he was interested in the supermarket.

Knowing Lin Nianbei’s personality, the supermarket would soon change hands.

Following Lin Nianbei meant he’d definitely get a share, so why waste more Crystal Cores?

The Superpower Users who went with him, however, spent all their Crystal Cores and gave them to their families when they returned.

“Good job, Xiao Liu. Notify our people below, no time like the present, we’ll check it out as soon as we gather enough hands,” said Lin Nianbei. Then he remembered Lin Muxue. She was a major contributor and couldn’t be forgotten. “And Xiao Xue.”

This time, Xiao Liu was far from reluctant.

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He went off, grinning, to notify Lin Muxue and the other Superpower Users.

The group braved the heavy rain, striding mightily toward the mountain peak.

Someone spotted Lin Nianbei and asked a few questions, to which Lin Nianbei deftly handled with a laugh.

The supermarket wasn’t in his possession yet—it wouldn’t do to attract a rival.

He wanted the supermarket, and if the old-timers at the base learned of its existence, they would definitely want a piece of the action.

Su Yinhe was oblivious to the designs people had on her supermarket; she was playing Fight the Landlord with Chi Yan, Qin Mingzhou, and Lin Murong.

Chi Yan provided the tables and chairs, and she provided the playing cards and fruit desserts.

Qin Mingzhou had ventured into her supermarket once and couldn’t bring himself to leave ever since. Lately, he’d been hanging around the supermarket every day.

Chi Yan and Lin Murong, having seen this, came over daily too.

With so many people, they had just enough to play Fight the Landlord. So, Su Yinhe split a deck of cards and the four began to play.

Whoever lost had to stick a slip of paper on their face.

Chi Yan’s intelligence shone; he won when he was the landlord, and when he wasn’t, he engineered it so his teammate rode to an easy win.

After several rounds, the faces of the other three were adorned with paper slips. Only Chi Yan remained clean-faced.

Now, it was Chi Yan’s turn to be the landlord again, and it was Lin Murong’s turn to play his hand.

Lin Murong, agitated, ran his fingers through his hair. What to play?

“Little Galaxy…” After much hesitation and no action, Lin Murong felt that any card he played would lead to loss. He turned his gaze towards Su Yinhe.

Su Yinhe shook her head at him.

“Sigh.” Lin Murong played a card carelessly.

Then, Chi Yan threw down his last two cards.

“Rocket.”

Lin Murong: “…”

Damn it.

Another loss.

Apart from Chi Yan, the other three solemnly laid down their cards and, with a slap, stuck a slip of paper onto their faces.

“I’m done, I’m done,” Lin Murong couldn’t play anymore. His face was almost completely covered.

He didn’t understand what was up with his luck; every time Chi Yan was the landlord, he ended up being a peasant, and whenever Chi Yan was a peasant, he was the landlord.

Then, to his regret, after so many rounds, every time he ended up sticking slips of paper onto his face.

It always happened like this.

Lin Murong sighed, realizing that the game of ‘landlord’ was impossible to continue.

“Then let’s play something else.” Su Yinhe, itching to play cards, eagerly grabbed the deck of cards.

“How about we play Fifty K?”

“No, no, no, we’re not playing cards anymore.” Now, just seeing playing cards made Lin Murong want to tear them up.

Frustrating.

“Then what do you want to play? Mahjong?” She remembered that the supermarket sold mahjong sets.

“You… What kind of supermarket sells mahjong? That sounds more like a mall.” Lin Murong looked around the supermarket.

He had already explored the first floor, and had been to the second floor once. After that, he wasn’t allowed up.

He hadn’t even seen the doors to the third, fourth, or fifth floors.

“Well… it’s quite big.” At the time, she inherited a lot of properties, and since the supermarket was so big, she stocked a variety of things to sell.

“Do you sell mobile phones then?” Lin Murong looked at her with hopeful eyes.

“We don’t sell those.” As if she sold everything.

“Then how about your phone and tablet? Yours seem to be able to connect to the internet? No, wait, where did you get internet from?” As he spoke, Lin Murong started to notice something odd.

Su Yinhe: “…”

Not good.

She had tried not to use them in front of others, and yet, she was still caught.

“No, you saw wrong. I wasn’t online.” Su Yinhe tried to bluster her way through; she couldn’t just tell him it was a network from another world.

“Is that so?” Lin Murong scratched his head. Did he see wrong? He was sure he had seen… Maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him?

And so, Lin Murong was fooled. However, after Su Yinhe was done speaking, Chi Yan stared at her thoughtfully for a moment, as if in contemplation.

The more they talked, the more Lin Murong’s curiosity was piqued.

Now that he shared a friendship with Su Yinhe based on binge-watching dramas together, on top of the friendship of freeloading meals, he felt they were quite close. Questions that were inconvenient to ask before could now be asked.

“Little Galaxy, I’ve noticed… the instant noodles in your supermarket never run out.” Without restocking, they just kept taking, and the supply never depleted.

Su Yinhe: “Don’t you remember? My supermarket mutated. It reproduces on its own.”

“Right, your supermarket mutated.” Lin Murong began to feel envious, “Why don’t I have a mutated supermarket?”

If he had a mutated supermarket of his own, would he still need to call Chi Yan ‘Brother Chi’?

“Little Galaxy, tell me, how did your supermarket mutate?” He had seen many mutated species, but this was the first time he had seen a supermarket that continuously produced snacks.

“It was like… um… a loud boom from the sky…”

Su Yinhe racked her brains and spun him a tale about how the supermarket was struck by lightning and then mutated.

Lin Murong seemed to believe it, planning to stick his steamed buns on a lightning rod next time there was a thunderstorm.

“Ah, it’s raining heavily now, but there’s no thunder.” Lin Murong sighed as he watched the pouring rain outside.

“Do you think a Thunder Power User would do?” Lin Murong felt dejected for a moment, then perked up again with new resolve.

Su Yinhe: “No way.” What if the steamed buns got charred?

That would be wasting food.

“Why not?” Lin Murong really wanted a steamed bun that could reproduce itself.

“What if the Superpower User took a liking to your steamed buns? What if they just ate them up?” Su Yinhe tried to convey to him the seriousness of the situation.

“That’s true.” If the Superpower User fancied his steamed buns and took them away, what would he do? Steamed buns were precious now, not many people could afford them. He was smart for sticking with Brother Chi, and that’s why he had steamed buns to eat.

One dared to tell tales, the other dared to believe.

Qin Mingzhou, with his legs crossed, suppressed his laughter as he watched Su Yinhe bamboozle Lin Murong.

His sister was indeed adorable.