"Mr. Chen, the hundred family buckets of fried chicken you ordered have arrived at the time you specified."

Chen Ran glanced at the delivery truck on the small roadside near the suburbs and instructed, "Load them onto my truck, stack them neatly."

Chen Ran's prepared vehicle was a small truck, more than enough to hold a hundred family buckets of fried chicken.

The person in charge of the fried chicken delivery, with a smile, agreed.

Originally, they didn't offer loading services, but there was no other way. Chen Ran paid too much, adding extra money, and this kind of order had been placed for half a month.

As soon as the fried chicken delivery left, the roast duck delivery arrived.

"Mr. Chen, the hundred roast ducks you ordered have arrived."

After both groups of people left, Chen Ran observed the surroundings, got into the truck compartment, and then the fried chicken and roast duck that had just been delivered mysteriously disappeared.

It wasn't that they were gone, but that they had entered Chen Ran's supernatural space.

He had to free up space in the truck compartment; there were many more deliveries coming later.

The supernatural space wasn't small, about the size of twenty football fields, and twenty meters high.

Time stood still in the supernatural space. Even if any fried chicken or roast duck were taken out of it twenty years later, it would still be fresh and hot.

Three days ago, Chen Ran was shocked to discover that he had returned from twelve years after the apocalypse to one month before the apocalypse.

What was the most sought-after thing in the apocalypse?

Supplies.

More precisely, food.

Food is the most important thing for the people. Who can stand it without food?

This damned apocalypse caused resources to become extremely scarce. Even Chen Ran, known as the Void Monarch, often went hungry in the apocalypse.

He ate either fast food that had expired for who knows how many years, or the bitter and sour meat of mutated creatures.

Twenty-seven days later, for some unknown reason, the apocalypse broke out, and eighty percent of the world's population turned into zombies.

Of the remaining humans, at least ninety percent died at the hands of zombies.

The surviving humans began to evolve, some quickly and some slowly, developing supernatural powers: some in terms of physical strength, some in terms of elements, and some in terms of mental strength.

And Chen Ran mastered an extremely rare space-based supernatural power. His talent was so strong that he was known as the Void Monarch. It could be said that there was no one who could fight him.

Chen Ran, who had mastered void walking, was unparalleled in his ability to survive. His combat ability was first-class, and his life-saving ability was even better.

If he encountered danger, he would just run away with a void walk.

As he survived, Chen Ran discovered that he seemed to have outlived all the survivors. All over the world, apart from increasingly outrageous monsters, he could no longer see a single fellow human.

In the apocalypse, people's hearts were unpredictable, but it was too lonely to be the only person in the world.

Chen Ran couldn't stand this loneliness. There was no point in continuing to live, so he found a pit and buried himself.

It wasn't that Chen Ran couldn't survive, but that Chen Ran didn't want to live.

After waking up, Chen Ran discovered that he had been reborn. The supernatural space he had opened up in his previous life was still there, and he could freely store and retrieve supplies.

All other supernatural powers had disappeared.

Chen Ran couldn't understand everything that had happened to him, and he was too lazy to think about it.

In this world, only food cannot be let down. He had to stock up a wave first.

Three minutes later.

"Mr. Chen, the dishes you ordered have arrived."

Chen Ran specifically found several hotels known for their delicious food and had them each deliver a hundred servings of packed dishes.

They were all dishes that Chen Ran loved to eat.

Sauerkraut fish, chicken stew with mushrooms, beer duck, sweet and sour pork ribs, braised crucian carp...

And they were all made by master chefs.

Before the apocalypse, it was considered a luxury for ordinary people to eat these relatively expensive dishes even once.

After the apocalypse, let alone eat them, it would be outrageous to even see these dishes.

Want to eat them?

Keep dreaming.

A piece of bread was enough to cause people to fight.

Chen Ran once fought a bloody battle for a sausage.

If someone could provide a hearty dish, Chen Ran said, he would do whatever they asked him to do; he was too desperate.

In less than an hour, five hundred hearty dishes entered Chen Ran's supernatural space.

Before the arrival of the apocalypse, Chen Ran would constantly engage in this behavior whenever he had time.

Such ordering was a bit strange, but Chen Ran didn't care. He wasn't stealing or robbing.

I'm taking them to visit the welfare home, construction workers, or maybe I'm sick and buying them for fun, is that okay?

If ordering a thousand servings wasn't too strange and the efficiency of these hotels could keep up, Chen Ran would only buy more.

At this moment, the phone rang.

"President Chen, the first batch of two thousand tons of the twenty thousand tons of pork you ordered is about to arrive at the cold storage. Would you like to come over and take a look?"

Chen Ran replied that he would be there soon.

That's right, Chen Ran ordered ten thousand tons of pork, but that wasn't all. There were also two thousand tons each of beef and mutton, and five thousand tons each of chicken, duck, and fish.

After the apocalypse, it wasn't like there was no way to cook. If there were fresh ingredients, anything could be made.

Not long after the apocalypse, the electricity went out, and there was no way to keep the ingredients fresh. Chen Ran didn't master the supernatural space until two years later. At that time, where would there be any ingredients for Chen Ran to preserve?

How much could he load with a small truck, one wave after another?

Most importantly, it wasn't cost-effective.

Pork was cheap, and the Chinese people ate the most of it, so Chen Ran stocked up the most.

The wholesale price was 9.6 yuan per jin (approximately 0.5 kg), so ten thousand tons would cost less than two hundred million yuan. If he had enough money, Chen Ran would have liked to stock up on a hundred thousand tons.

Chen Ran sighed, "What a good time to be alive! If it were a couple of years ago, when the price of pork was close to fifty yuan, it would have been difficult to stock up even with money."

After all the stocked supplies arrived, Chen Ran would find a suitable opportunity to put them all into the supernatural space.

After arriving at the cold storage, Manager Wang of the trading company, who had received Chen Ran's big order, greeted him with a smile.

Chen Ran said, "After unloading the goods, go to the bank to transfer the money."

Manager Wang smiled even more happily and said, "No rush, no rush."

Chen Ran just smiled and didn't take it seriously. For this batch of goods, he had paid ten percent as a deposit, and he would pay seventy percent for each batch of goods that arrived. The remaining thirty percent would be paid one month later.

If he could, Chen Ran would like to get something for nothing, but Chen Ran wasn't familiar with them, and this Manager Wang simply didn't have the ability to pay in advance.

Chen Ran greeted the hired butchers, Old Zhang and Old Li, "Old Zhang, Old Li, keep an eye on them. Don't let them fool us with decades-old frozen meat."

Old Zhang shook his fat face and smiled, "President Chen, don't worry. I've been butchering pigs for decades. I can tell when this pork was slaughtered with just one look."

Chen Ran joked, "I've lived for more than twenty years. I can tell if there's electricity in this circuit by touching it with my hand."

Everyone was stunned at first, and then laughed heartily, "President Chen is humorous."

After unloading the goods, Chen Ran and Manager Wang of the trading company went to the bank to transfer the money. Just as they said goodbye, the phone rang again.

An exasperated voice rang from the phone.

"Chen Ran, you sold shares worth more than three billion for just one billion?"

"You didn't even tell me about such a big thing. Do you still see me, your uncle, as someone important?"