My Perfect Apocalyptic Life

Seeing the two people in the shop frozen in place, Meng Xu scratched his head in confusion.

Am I that scary?

No way. Back in school, he was almost chosen as a model student and an excellent class leader every year. Plus, he won second place in the school essay competition. If it weren’t for the fact that the first-place student wrote an essay titled “My Principal Father,” he would have been number one!

He was so well-liked, how could anyone be scared of him?

Quickly, Meng Xu had an epiphany.

It’s not me.

It must be Li Xiang!

Thinking this, Meng Xu angrily turned towards Li Xiang.

At this moment, Li Xiang didn’t even resemble a human anymore, his face was completely unrecognizable, but his green hair was very noticeable.

Meng Xu kicked Li Xiang and said, “Look at you, with that green hair! Scaring people. I’m going to shave it all off later!”

After kicking Li Xiang, Meng Xu turned back to the people in the hotpot shop, smiling apologetically: “Sorry, my employee looks a bit abstract. Don’t mind him… Would you like to buy some fried chicken cutlets?”

We’re afraid of the zombie behind you, but we’re more afraid of you.

Zhao Jing thought to herself but didn’t dare to say it out loud.

After all, this situation was quite terrifying. Zhao Jing and the man didn’t know what to do.

Seeing their lack of reaction, Meng Xu scratched his head again and asked, “What, you don’t want to buy?”

That’s odd.

In a post-apocalyptic world, someone selling food should have people scrambling for it.

Why aren’t they buying?

Strange.

Hearing Meng Xu’s question, the two inside immediately snapped out of it and quickly said, “Yes, yes, we’ll buy!”

Given Meng Xu’s demeanor, no one dared to imagine what would happen if they didn’t buy.

“Good!”

Meng Xu nodded in satisfaction and quickly packed ten portions of chicken cutlets, showing a sweet smile.

“It’s one hundred yuan for both. Cash or QR code?”

“Cash!”

The man decisively grabbed some cash from the register and, trembling, handed it to Meng Xu: “Is this enough?”

“I just need a hundred.”

Meng Xu was a principled Snack Vendor. He glanced at the pile of small change, pulled out a red bill, and righteously spoke: “Are there just the two of you?”

Zhao Jing immediately responded, “There are others. We change the pair in the front every hour; the rest are in the back kitchen.”

“Call them all out! Let them buy as well.” Meng Xu became even happier upon hearing this.

The more people, the better.

“How many in total?”

Meng Xu asked as he nonchalantly began frying more chicken cutlets on the street.

The stock of chicken cutlets wasn’t enough; he needed to fry more.

“There are eight more people in the back.”

The man forced a smile and, seeing that Meng Xu didn’t seem inclined to violence, sighed in relief and boldly said, “How many chicken cutlets do you have left? We’ll buy them all if it’s okay, even if they aren’t fried yet.”

In the apocalypse, food is the most important resource.

If possible, getting more is naturally better.

Hearing this, Meng Xu frowned deeply: “No, each person is limited to five servings. So, you have eight people in the back, meaning I can sell you forty more servings.”

With that, Meng Xu promptly began frying more chicken cutlets.

Frying chicken cutlets weren’t very complicated.

Simply heat the oil in the pot, put the chicken cutlets in, fry them well, and take them out.

However, his control over the heat was slightly lacking.

As a result, the chicken cutlets Meng Xu sold were either undercooked or charred black.

The quality control was extremely poor.

But it didn’t matter; after all, zombies couldn’t talk.

As for the living?

Meng Xu glanced at the man and woman in front of him, both shivering like quails and too frightened to speak.

Hmm, it seems they are more than satisfied with my half-cooked chicken cutlets.

Meng Xu felt extremely comfortable.

Soon, the chicken cutlets were ready.

Money in one hand, goods in the other.

【Sale successful. Current progress: 67/300.】

After receiving the chicken cutlets, the other party relaxed, and Meng Xu was also very satisfied.

At this moment, the man suddenly asked, “Brother, it’s so dangerous out here, why do you still come out to sell this stuff?”

It wasn’t curiosity, just a desire to chat.

“All for a living.”

Meng Xu casually took out a cigarette, lit it, and sighed, “If it weren’t for making money, who would want to come out and sell chicken cutlets in such dangerous times?”

Man: ?

“Make… money?”

The man was a bit stunned. Isn’t it the end of the world? Why do you need to make money?

“I think making money isn’t the main thing, brother. We should stay safe in one place and wait for the officials to rescue us,” the man said softly to Meng Xu, blowing out some smoke.

“Given the current situation… I think money might be useless. They might issue some new form of currency or something.”

Usually, he was known for being kind-hearted and often had a word to say in any situation. He was also the manager of this hotpot restaurant.

“No, it won’t work.”

Meng Xu shook his head and said with great emotion: “I just founded my company, and I need to pay my employees’ wages. I’m a conscientious entrepreneur.”

Man: ??

Wages?

It’s the apocalypse, and you’re still thinking about paying wages?

What a good boss.

The man was moved and also finally decided that Meng Xu might have a few screws loose.

After thinking for a moment, the man went to the counter, opened a drawer, found a business card, and handed it to Meng Xu very tactfully, saying, “Brother… You’re very strong. I have a friend you might want to talk to if you’re in the area. If he hasn’t turned into a zombie, he might be able to help with your issues.”

Hearing this, Meng Xu was instantly delighted: “Who is it? Some big shot in the food industry?”

He was just worried about his lack of experience in managing a business. If there was an experienced mentor to help him, that would be perfect.

If he could learn, one day, he could be hung from a lamppost… cough cough, achieve his dream of becoming the world’s richest man!

With a thrilled heart and trembling hands, Meng Xu accepted the business card and took a close look at it.

Wang Xunming.
Chief Psychiatrist, City Hospital of Heqing.

It included an address and a phone number.

Meng Xu’s vision darkened momentarily. He looked at the man and said word by word, “You think I’m crazy? I’m telling you, I’m perfectly sane!”

You’re the lunatic, your whole family are lunatics!

Meng Xu’s mental state was indeed quite good—his Spirit attribute was a solid 10.5, higher than the average person!

He was not crazy. The Perfect Life System could testify to that; he was just completing the system’s tasks.

How did that make him a lunatic?

Meng Xu was very unconvinced. He was a perfectly normal person.

But whatever, it’s not worth arguing with people who don’t understand the value of hard work and perseverance.

He couldn’t waste time; he needed to make money.

“Are you guys still open for business? If so, get me a serving of hotpot. I’ve been busy all morning and haven’t eaten yet!”

Meng Xu yawned and continued, “After I eat, I have to keep selling chicken cutlets. I still have over a hundred portions left.”

Hearing Meng Xu’s words, the people exchanged glances, immediately scrambling to prepare a hotpot for him.

Thanks to the continuity of water and electricity, the situation here wasn’t too bad.

After all, it was a restaurant, so there was no shortage of food, and they still had electricity, meaning the refrigerators were operational… Although it wasn’t clear how long the power system would last.

Upon hearing Meng Xu’s words, the man was momentarily stunned.

It’s the end of the world, and you’re asking if we’re still open?

He’s pretty far gone. Director Wang, you definitely need to treat him well.

The man thought to himself.