The End of the Universe Is Live-Streaming E-commerce – CH11

Chapter 11: The 11th Day of Livestream Selling

Of course he would appear again.

In fact, Lin Zhao’s connection with Kaman had never been cut off. He simply had not started another livestream.

After Gray was rescued by Cunningham and her team, he retrieved the remaining four hundred-plus boxes of canned goods he had stored with Lin Zhao. This first-class mercenary distributed this batch of cans in the same simple and brutal way he handled the meat of the razor boar king—after settling the enormous final payment with the unscrupulous merchant Cunningham, he brought everything that remained back to Gear Town.

This tall, muscular, seemingly very unapproachable tough man, just like every time in the past, took most of the food he had exchanged with blood from the edge of a blade and distributed it to the old, weak, sick, and disabled in town.

Because those people were either the families of his fallen comrades, neighbors who had each given him one mouthful of food and painstakingly raised him, or children like him who had lost their parents and were still trying hard to survive in this terrible world.

By the time news of zero-radiation canned goods had spread like wildfire from the upper circles to all of Kaman, the children of Gear Town were already waiting in line.

Only, the town’s only doctor would not let them eat too much at once, saying something about how the digestive functions of people who had been starving for a long time had already atrophied, and their insulin secretion mechanism was fragile. Suddenly consuming high concentrations of sugar, fruit acid, or large pieces of meat could easily trigger refeeding syndrome.

Everyone did not understand what kind of illness that was. They only knew that the doctor had diluted all the canned goods simply with warm water, turning them into delicious meat soup and fruit soup.

Those near death could eat one small bowl every day and still had to be observed by the doctor once every hour. Children could receive food twice a day, and the amount they received each day was gradually increased.

Little Copper Bean still remembered the day he was given a whole piece of luncheon meat. Although the experience and wisdom he had gained from living in Kaman for several years had urged him, the very first moment he got the food, to stuff it all into his mouth and swallow it down, giving no one any chance to snatch it away.

But whenever he thought of that day, Little Copper Bean could not help the corners of his mouth rising. That was simply the most delicious food he had ever eaten in his life. He did not know how to describe it. He only felt that even the merciful god spoken of by the priest probably could not eat anything better than that.

He was truly very happy.

Almost as happy as his dream of becoming a rocket hero.

Vulture Gray, who naturally did not like smiling and looked especially frightening when he did smile, was a good person. The savior gentleman who was willing to sell them such precious canned goods was also a good person.

Of course, Little Copper Bean felt that he himself was also very good, because no matter how outsiders asked him where Gray was, he did not answer.

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As usual, when Qin Xiaoman came over, Lin Zhao had not been awake for long.

Truly worthy of celebration: whoever in his building had been doing renovations had finally ended that insane renovation project that went from before dawn until completely dark.

Do not discuss things like “renovations may only be done during working hours on workdays” with a small city like Jiangzuo. That kind of rule simply did not work here.

Lin Zhao did not know what other cities were like, but in Jiangzuo, no one would listen. Although the daily renovation hours were very long, the one benefit was that the overall construction period had been shortened quite a bit.

When Lin Zhao, finally no longer tortured by the noise, came to open the door for his friend in home clothes, Qin Xiaoman had already completed a fulfilling morning.

“It’s done, Linzi.” Qin Xiaoman waved the stacks of materials and contracts in his hand. “I’ve already negotiated with the owner of that supermarket next to your aunt’s shop, the one that’s about to go bankrupt. No matter how much stock he has left, we’ll take it all. But can it really be sold?”

Mm. Lin Zhao, who looked as though he spent every day lying at home, was not truly lying there doing nothing all the time.

Although he was genuinely determined not to work, whenever he closed his eyes, he saw the hunger of a war-torn region. Whenever he opened his eyes, he wondered what kind of life someone must have lived for Gray to feel that canned food was the most delicious thing in the world.

Lin Zhao had even searched online for the current situation in Kaman. Perhaps because of 1114’s translation, he did not find any small war-torn country on Blue Star called Kaman. But he did see the current situation of many other countries still trapped in conflict, where corpses from starvation lay everywhere and the people had no way to live.

He wanted to help the old, weak, sick, and disabled over there.

At the very least, he wanted them to survive this winter as much as possible.

Lin Zhao thought for a long time about what he could sell to Kaman, and what would provide the most direct help if sold.

For example, 1114 said that selling grain was not as useful as directly selling processed foods. Why? Because over there, they most likely lacked stable electricity, clean grinding tools, and even a safe cooking environment.

Turning wheat into edible steamed buns or noodles required a complete chain. It required time cost. In that sort of chaotic region, this itself was already a luxury.

From what Gray said, food exposed outside for long periods even had the possibility of contamination.

Although Lin Zhao could not imagine what kind of bacteria or virus could contaminate things so quickly, he was definitely not as familiar with the situation as the locals. He simply shifted his thinking toward what kinds of ready-to-eat convenience foods could be sold.

Canned goods, without a doubt, ranked first.

This was a pretty good win-win. The cannery would have a sales channel, the workers would have wages, and even Sister Qin, who had originally planned to work only until the end of this month, would no longer need to resign. She could serve as the contact person between Lin Zhao and the cannery. Maybe, with this outstanding performance, she could even become some kind of sales manager.

Mineral water and compressed biscuits were the next choices after that.

As for where exactly they could buy these things, Qin Xiaoman, who ran all over Jiangzuo delivering takeout, provided a valuable piece of information at this moment. He knew of a supermarket that was about to close down, right next to Lin Zhao’s aunt’s shop.

The supermarket’s warehouse truly had everything. Whatever Lin Zhao wanted to sell, he could find there.

The boss, whose business could no longer continue, had already planned to deal with everything at a low price. However much Lin Zhao wanted to sell, he could directly pick up the goods from him. He could even help deliver them straight into Lin Zhao’s aunt’s shop.

Ms. Lin Mingzhu’s shop was a street-facing storefront. It had once been extremely sought-after because it was right next to the city’s only train station. But after the train station became a high-speed rail station and moved south to a new location, the bustle near the old train station visibly cooled down, until it became deserted and no one showed much interest anymore.

There were already not many shops still holding on over there. With no foot traffic, there was naturally no attention. Honestly, it was strangely suitable for Lin Zhao to do things where goods might disappear at any time.

Most importantly, his aunt could also earn some rent.

Temporarily storing goods in the shop for three to five days was one thing. Planning to use his aunt’s shop for long-term business was another. Even blood brothers settled accounts clearly, and the same went for a real aunt and nephew.

Honestly, Lin Zhao was especially happy to pay this money. Although his aunt’s salary was not low, losing a long-term source of income like a shop had still made Ms. Lin Mingzhu feel quite distressed for a while before.

Lin Zhao wanted her to become happy again.

Before Lin Zhao started another livestream, Gray privately contacted him first, asking whether he could sell him more canned goods.

A lot of canned goods.

Something had happened on his side.

Before Gray, this hidden idealistic fool, brought canned goods back to repay his hometown, Cunningham had told him: give up your childish idea. You’re not helping your fellow townspeople. You’ll only harm them, because they simply won’t be able to protect the good things in their hands. Stay and work with me. Sell the canned goods for as high a price as possible and exchange them all for weapons and bullets in hand. That is your only way out.

At the time, it was not that Gray was unwilling to believe Cunningham’s prediction. He knew how bottomless everyone could be in this despairing world.

He simply really wanted his family and friends to taste canned food.

Fortunately, although Kaman had no bottom line, occasionally, there were still some rules. For example, children who were not yet waist-high were given a way to live.

Those people who longed to obtain canned goods let the children of Gear Town go. And before they could lay hands on anyone else, the mercenary brothers Gray had contacted from all over had already arrived.

Gray was not completely brainless either. Before giving away nearly half of the canned goods for free, he had already decided to use the rest to reestablish a mercenary corps.

He had once joined one.

They had almost changed this world.

Unfortunately, their commander had ultimately fallen before dawn.

And now, he chose to try becoming his commander.

Of course, the premise of all this was that he could persuade Lin Zhao to sell him more supplies. He had also prepared the initial investment. During this period, he had risked his life to obtain quite a few core energy sources of even higher value.

But Lin Zhao’s answer was even more unbelievable than Gray had expected. In the private message, he said:

[How much do you want? What do you want? Make me a list.]

[Or I can give you a list, and you can see what you need?]

[Forget it. I’ll just start a members-only livestream. You can choose there.]

Far away on the imperial mothership, who knew how many light-years away, His Highness Reinhardt, whose learning ability had always been first-rate since childhood, was facing a difficult problem he could not solve no matter what.

The person he had finally waited for with great difficulty had finally started a livestream.

Why could he not click in?

Author’s Note:

Nonsense Mini Theater:

Reinhardt: It’s not like I want to watch that badly! But you had better let me in right now! How much does it cost to become a member? Name a number!

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