Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies
Chapter 276: Are you not satisfied?

Chapter 276: Are you not satisfied?

"Satisfied? Satisfied my ass!"

Lin Murong stared at Su Yinhe in disbelief.

How could such cold words come from her thirty-seven-degree-warm mouth?

"You dare not to be satisfied?" Su Yinhe clenched her fist. "I searched the entire supermarket to carefully select this as an extra treat for you. For your sake, Chi Yan and I aren’t eating tonight, just to join you in having instant noodles. We didn’t even add a braised egg to our bowls, only you have a braised egg. You dare not to be satisfied?"

Lin Murong: "...of course not, of course not." As if he would dare.

Lin Murong glanced at Su Yinhe, then at Chi Yan who was hanging on her, and weakly clutched his ordinary instant noodles—enhanced only by a braised egg—as he slurped them in the corner of the room.

Indeed, Su Yinhe and Chi Yan were eating instant noodles too. Their bowls definitely lacked braised eggs, containing only fried eggs and braised beef...

More toppings than noodles.

But no braised egg.

Lin Murong sniffled, the more he ate, the worse he felt, thinking about how hard he worked at the stall, only to come back to a bowl of ordinary instant noodles with a braised egg.

Wuwuwuwu...

He wanted to eat Australian lobsters.

But Su Yinhe, this heartless and cold woman, only gave him a braised egg.

And this braised egg was even counted as part of his salary.

Damn it.

She was just too cruel.

Su Yinhe, a very cruel woman.

So incredibly cruel.

She matched Chi Yan, this evil man, perfectly.

Wuwuwuwu...

Only he, Lin Murong, was kind-hearted.

He seriously suspected that they were treating him this way out of jealousy for his beautiful and kind heart.

Although he was squatting in a corner, eating a bowl of ordinary instant noodles with a braised egg added, Lin Murong had already fantasized an entire melodrama in his head.

He even started acting it out.

His facial expressions kept changing.

Quite amusing.

He changed faces faster than in a Peking opera.

Su Yinhe watched him use his facial expressions as a mealtime entertainment.

Although Su Yinhe was a ruthless boss, only willing to add a braised egg to the work she doled out, Lin Murong was masochistic.

He would still run around every day, helping Su Yinhe with her stall.

It couldn’t be helped, if he didn’t work at the stall, he wouldn’t have anything to do and would be forced to eat dog food instead.

Even though it was the apocalypse, single dogs still needed to be cared for.

He wanted to be taken care of.

But no one was willing to do so.

Thus, he could only take care of himself.

And the way Lin Murong took care of himself was by listening to others gossip—the bloodier the stories, the more he loved them. Then, he felt cared for.

Wang Xiaoqi had visited several times, getting increasingly familiar with Lin Murong, and they got along better and better. She also understood more clearly what kind of stories Lin Murong wanted to hear.

She tweaked the stories in her mind, making them even more melodramatic.

Tailored to what Lin Murong loved to hear the most.

Thanks to this, Wang Xiaoqi got a lot of materials that others couldn’t.

She was special to Lin Murong, and Lin Murong treated her specially as well.

She received a lot of special things from him.

So much that Zheng Shuqin became jealous.

"How on earth do you think of such melodramatic plots and narrate them as if they’re real?" Zheng Shuqin walked a circle around her, half wanting to crack open Wang Xiaoqi’s head to take a look inside.

"Don’t just pity him, I almost believed them too."

If the stories hadn’t become more and more outrageous, she would have truly believed them.

"Hehehe, cough cough cough... I’ve gone through a lot of dramas in the past." And she had mastered the essence of melodrama.

"Quick, quick, quick, teach me right now." She also wanted materials.

Zheng Shuqin wanted to be a freeloader.

She might be embarrassed to ask from others, but asking from Wang Xiaoqi, she felt no burden at all.

"Alright, come closer and I’ll tell you." Wang Xiaoqi was generous and didn’t keep her methods secret, with an air of munificence.

Zheng Shuqin, suspecting nothing amiss, leaned in.

Wang Xiaoqi just whispered in her ear,

"First, you need to become Wang Xiaoqi."

Zheng Shuqin: "???"

Damn, that big idiot was actually messing with her.

Zheng Shuqin started to chase after Wang Xiaoqi.

The two of them made a racket and had a great time.

They hadn’t had such fun in a long while, as they had always been worried about food and supplies every day.

But now things were different; they had traded a lot of supplies with Lin Murong and felt a bit safer, and now they had the time to frolic and play.

Of course, Lin Murong didn’t know about these things; he was just a Lin Murong who loved to hear sensational gossip.

He was listening now, though this time it wasn’t sensational gossip.

It was a midnight thriller.

A man with a beard was telling him the story, and this bearded man was clearly good at storytelling.

He told the midnight thriller so well that, even in broad daylight, Lin Murong was slowly drawn in, breaking into a cold sweat in the daylight.

Awesome.

Truly awesome.

This bearded man was wickedly good.

Lin Murong slapped his thigh.

He felt he should give him an extra reward.

Lin Murong liked the story, so he gave the bearded man a lot of food.

For free.

The bearded man only had a few Crystal Cores, and they weren’t even high level.

But he could tell stories, so he exchanged those few ordinary Crystal Cores for a bunch of food.

The bearded man left with countless thanks.

Lin Murong watched him go, shook his head, and then rubbed his arm—damn, that story was too scary. The bearded man had left, but he still felt a bit chilly.

He looked up at the blazing sun and sneezed.

Would more talented people like this please show up?

Unfortunately, besides the bearded man that day, other people’s stories and gossip were dull, not sensational, not scary, and not thrilling.

Even some stories were excessively boring.

They were so boring that he fell asleep.

He got sleepy.

How could someone make gossip so snooze-inducing?

Lin Murong thought as he yawned.

Though the storytelling was hypnotic, Lin Murong still gave him some extra food.

Lin Murong was the one who gave too much, for free, but this man in front of him clearly wasn’t satisfied with what Lin Murong had given.

"Why so little?" Zhong Yu looked at the supplies he had exchanged and was dissatisfied.

He had told so much, and Lin Murong had given him only this? He saw that the people before him got more than he did.

Those before him hadn’t talked as long as he did, and they didn’t bring as many Crystal Cores, yet they got more supplies.

Why was that?

Zhong Yu was deeply unsatisfied.

He directly questioned it.

Lin Murong was dozing off, his story was too boring and uninteresting. But when he heard this, he suddenly perked up.

He was so sleepy, and now he dared to question him.

Looking for trouble, right?

Right?

Lin Murong got excited.

He didn’t know if he had been too harsh on those troublemakers before; recently, no one had been causing him trouble.

He had no opportunity to stretch his muscles.

But here was someone coming right to him.

Lin Murong was thrilled.

"Why so little? What the hell did you even tell?" Even though he was excited and itching to fight, Lin Murong didn’t immediately resort to violence.

He was a civilized person, polite.