Chapter 1, The Foot Binding of Qin Shi Huang
Watching Wu Laer return to his vegetable stall, Zhou Tian let out a helpless sigh, took a can of "Wanshi Cola," and plopped down onto the three-legged stool.
Until Sunday evening, this grocery store had not opened. However, that Wu Lao Er came again, saying that there was wine but no meat, so he took two chicken feet from here on Sunday.
Arriving at the grocery store, Old Wu skillfully opened the door and turned to Zhou Tian, saying: "I still have a key to the door. If you trust me, I can help keep an eye on the store. If you don't trust me, you can change the lock to avoid losing anything and blaming me. This store has cigarettes, alcohol, sugar, and tea, and they are probably not expired. You don't need to tidy up; you can open for business directly."
"The day is not great, but the energy is quite strong." Zhou Tian quickly shook off the cola on himself, regretting that he hadn't washed this outfit in two months; if it weren't for the grease on it, it would indeed be waterproof.
After glancing at the address on the letter, Zhou Tianfei quickly tidied up his belongings and rushed towards the main road without looking back. He still owes the landlord three months' rent, and if he runs slowly, he might even lose the only pair of underwear he has left.
Understood. Zhou Tian lazily replied, then put on his signature red shorts, performed a turtle flip, and got out of bed in a half-dead manner
What?" Zhou Tian was taken aback, looking towards the grocery store behind the old vegetable seller
"Sir, how do I get to No. 98, Emperor Road?" In desperation, Zhou Tian asked an old man selling vegetables by the roadside
With a bang, as soon as "Wanshi Kele" was opened, it sprayed all over Zhou Tian.
Zhou Tian, who had only consumed a can of "Wanshikele" at noon, was naturally already feeling quite hungry. After closing the shop, Zhou Tian used an electric kettle to boil a pot of hot water, preparing to make instant noodles
However, after waiting for a long time, not a single person came into this grocery store. Could it be that the elderly folks no longer like bargain goods
The historical collection task has been initiated; please ensure that the personnel are prepared
Destination, 210 BC, set off!
Task failed: Erased (Number of individuals erased: 407)
Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, Zhou Tian felt a surge of caution in his heart. "What if it's a scam? What if they want to kidnap me?" However, this suspicion was quickly cast aside by Zhou Tian. Aside from the red underwear, which was worth more than 10 yuan, nothing else he owned exceeded that amount. Even the black-and-white screen phone was something he had salvaged from a recycling station, purchased at the high price of 7.2 yuan (the phone card still had 2.3 yuan left on it, totaling less than 10 yuan). Aside from the red underwear, which was worth more than 10 yuan, nothing else he owned exceeded that amount. Even the black-and-white screen phone was something he had salvaged from a recycling station, purchased at the high price of 7.2 yuan (the phone card still had 2.3 yuan left on it, totaling less than 10 yuan)
"You are asking about No. 98, Diwang Road," the old vegetable seller said as he pulled a bunch of leeks from his cart and handed it to Zhou Tian. "Come back in two years. Do you see that grocery store behind me? In two years, that will be No. 98, Diwang Road"
"You should give up the idea of selling genuine goods; in this place, no one recognizes brands. If you really switch to genuine products, it’s possible that no one will buy them," reminded Wu Laor. "You can handle this store as you see fit; no one oversees the vegetable stall. I have to leave now. I will take these two bottles of 'Jin Bafu' as my payment for watching the store for the past two months"
Zhou Tian currently has not a single cent to his name, and the only remaining two yuan were spent on chives. If he wants to eat, he will likely have to make do with what he has. However, this grocery store is well-stocked, so eating to his fill should not be a problem. Nevertheless, Zhou Tian is indeed hesitant to indulge, as Old Wu said that these counterfeit goods won't kill anyone, but that is based on his own digestive system. If Zhou Tian were to eat, he would really need to be cautious.
I am asking how to get to No. 98, Wangdi Road. Zhou Tian thought the old man was hard of hearing, so he shouted again loudly
It must be said that although the products in this shop are all counterfeit, the flavor is still quite good. As the aroma of the instant noodles wafted through the air, Zhou Tian couldn't help but exclaim, "This is the taste!"
According to the address on the will, Zhou Tian boarded the westbound bus, arrived at the terminal station, and then transferred to a tricycle for half an hour, where he got off in a desolate area.
"Look closely, this liquor is 'Maotai', not 'Moutai'." Old Wu pointed at the words on the bottle and said, "Although there are quite a few counterfeit goods in the shop, they are all sourced from legitimate places. The taste may be a bit inferior, but it won't kill anyone. You better remember this, selling counterfeit goods is fine, but don't let it lead to someone's death."
Task duration: thirty days
However, looking at the full shelves of counterfeit goods, Zhou Tian still felt somewhat uneasy. If the industrial and commercial bureau were to come for an inspection, he would likely end up with a long-term meal ticket from the detention center. Moreover, he had no idea where to source those counterfeit goods that wouldn't cause harm. If they were to cause fatalities, it would no longer be a matter of just a long-term meal ticket.
A series of rapid knocks echoed, pulling Zhou Tian from his slumber. "Bapi, there is a letter for you, left at the door."
Task Reward: A substantial amount of money
Thus, Zhou Tian encountered a tragedy; a perfectly good bowl of instant noodles was tainted by his nosebleed. However, the misfortunes did not end there. It remains unclear whether the issue lay with the seasoning packet or the instant noodles themselves, but in any case, Zhou Tian's nosebleed triggered a chemical reaction in the bowl of noodles.
It should be a delivery-oriented supermarket, right? Zhou Tian murmured as he glanced around the somewhat deserted road.
After wiping down all the containers, Zhou Tian set up a clearance sale sign at the entrance, marking the official opening of the business
"Uncle Er, rest assured, I will definitely replace everything with genuine products by then, and I will not deceive anyone." Zhou Tian carefully examined the counterfeit goods on the shelf, and indeed there were quite a few items like "Piaoza Wash Shampoo" and "Kangshuai Instant Noodles". Goodness, there were even two barrels of "Hujiba" peanut oil. Just looking at the name, it wouldn't sell at all.
Just as Zhou Tian was lamenting his misfortune, a burst of red light suddenly shot out from the bowl. After swirling for a moment, the red light landed on Zhou Tian, and immediately a highly mechanical voice emanated from the instant noodle bowl
Have I been played
Wu Lao Er did not deceive Zhou Tian. After a thorough inspection, Zhou Tian found that the items in the shop were indeed quite complete. As long as the display cases were cleaned, opening for business today would not pose any issues
Old Wu Er packed up the vegetable stall and said, "Your uncle entrusted the shop to me before he passed away, and I have been diligent in my duties. To this day, not a single item has been lost. Don't just stand there; let me take you to have a look"
Dear Zhou Tian, I am your uncle. Uncle? Not even knowing what one's own mother looks like, where did this uncle come from? Zhou Tian scratched his head and continued reading.
Is it true or not? Zhou Tian stared at this brief will, somewhat dazed. He had fantasized countless times about being the illegitimate child of a wealthy tycoon, imagining that one day this tycoon would leave him a substantial inheritance. However, he never expected this fantasy to become a reality—although the inheritance was technically from his uncle, who really cares about that? An inheritance is an inheritance, isn't it?
After digging into the intestines, Zhou Tian began slurping instant noodles. Eating instant noodles is quite a common affair, but it was Zhou Tian's misfortune. The instant noodles were fine, but the quality of the fork inside was rather poor. Before he had even taken two bites, the fork snapped, and, quite unfortunately, it ended up piercing into Zhou Tian's nostril.
"Young man, are you here to buy vegetables?" The elderly vendor calmly took a sip of the tea in his hand, wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief, and said.
"Hehe, you still don't believe it, do you?" Wu Laer grinned, revealing his yellowed teeth, and said, "Your grocery store is the largest supplier of secondary food products in this area. If you do well, you could make a fortune every day."
"Who is it, writing to me for no reason?" Zhou Tian rubbed his eyes, which were sealed shut by sleep, and opened the slightly yellowed envelope in his hand
"Give me a pound." Zhou Tian finally understood the old man's meaning and took out two coins from his pocket to hand over. Zhou Tian, who was about to become a big boss, did not care about two coins
Well... that's fine. A grocery store is just a grocery store; if it really doesn't work out, we can sell it and still make a couple of thousand yuan, right
You may not know who I am, but that is not important. What matters is that your uncle has left you a substantial inheritance—a large supermarket. Come to claim it; below is the address.
After catching his breath, Zhou Tian did not delay. Although the grocery store was in a dire state, it could still be considered his own enterprise. Who knows, it might even go public one day. He should work hard; even if things do not go well, the room full of counterfeit goods from Tu Shu Guang would be enough to sustain him for half a year.
"Oh, how did you know?" Zhou Tian replied, coming back to his senses.
No. 98, Diwang Road, it should be around here. Zhou Tian looked around and found that apart from a few scattered small bungalows, there was not a single building taller than three meters in the vicinity
Task Name: The Foot Binding Cloth of Qin Shi Huang
Old Wu Er stepped out with two bottles of "Jin Ba Fu" and suddenly turned back to say: "Walk half a mile west, there is a noodle shop. If you want to have something warm to eat, go there. Just remember to make it clear that you are the owner there."
The items in the store were originally marked with prices. After lowering the prices on Sunday, there should be no worries about selling them. It is estimated that it won't be long before those elderly gentlemen and ladies come rushing in upon hearing the news
"Do you think I'm deaf? Why are you shouting so loudly? Chives are two yuan per jin, how much do you want?" the old man selling vegetables said, digging in his ears, with a look of dissatisfaction
Auxiliary tools: a pair of nasal plugs
"Why would we need to change the lock? I just arrived and still need to rely on my second uncle for support." Zhou Tian glanced at the items on the shelf and was surprised to find several bottles of Moutai displayed. He exclaimed, "Second uncle, this store has quite a high standard; they even have Moutai."
That is correct. The old vegetable seller threw a key to Zhou Tian and said: "My name is Wu Laoer, you can call me Second Uncle. This is what your uncle asked me to give you before he passed away. From now on, this grocery store will be yours."
"Is the young man named Zhou Tian?" the vegetable vendor said, gesturing in front of Zhou Tian.
Two "Youyouhui" sausages along with a bowl of "Kangshuifu" instant noodles would suffice for dinner
After much consideration, Zhou Tian has decided to sell genuine products. However, he must first sell off these counterfeit goods; otherwise, where will he find the capital