In the Yonghui Supermarket on the first floor of the shopping mall, Xu Xian began hoarding food inhumanely.
After a few days of imbalance between supply and demand, the supply of goods in large supermarkets has gradually recovered, and at least the goods Xu wants to buy are basically available.
Now there was an extra 80,000 yuan in his account, which gave him enough confidence to buy and buy.
Wuchang rice, black pig pork, high-quality beef... Even if the price doubled, Xu Xian still put it in the shopping cart without blinking an eye.
If he hadn't seen that the shopping cart was full, he wouldn't even want to stop the pleasure of shopping without looking at the price.
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Suning Center Building, with a ground height of 499.8 meters, is located near the Longjiang Subway Station on the south bank of the Yangtze River in Jinling.
The elevator stopped on the 97th floor. Qiao Zisu, wearing a suit and uniform, walked out of the elevator and walked to the office directly opposite.
Lu Yuan had just finished sorting out the thick documents in front of him. He was standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looking at the river view in the distance. When he heard footsteps coming from behind, he turned his head and looked over.
Seeing Qiao Zisu coming in, a slightly relaxed smile appeared on her tired face: "Zisu, are you done?"
Qiao Zisu walked closer and put a stack of documents in his hand on his desk: "There are not as many people coming into the city now as there were a few days ago. After so many days of work, I can finally relax.
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"It's not time to relax yet." Lu Yuan handed her a stack of thin documents on the table: "We must hurry up on the association's affairs. The progress is already lagging behind other cities in Jiangnan Province."
Qiao Zisu, who was originally in a good mood, suddenly fell down: "Lijun Lu, if this continues, I won't even have time to practice."
"It's coming soon." Lu Yuan smiled and said: "It is said that the research on spiritual fruits has made progress. Don't worry, the first ten levels don't require much practice. With the help of resources, you can improve quickly."
Qiao Zisu did not become happy because of his words, but muttered in a low voice: "Lu Captain, what you said seems to be able to directly provide me with the resources to cultivate to the first level."
"Why not?" Lu Yuan pointed to the document she just took over: "As long as the task is completed perfectly every time, are you afraid that you won't be able to provide your resources?"
"Forget it, let's go to work. If I don't leave the army, I will be full of the cakes you drew."
Qiao Zisu sighed softly and looked at the document in his hand: "Hey, are these the people who came back from Lianhua Mountain?"
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Xu Xian left the mall carrying four of the largest shopping bags. If he hadn't been an ordinary person now, he might not have been able to carry them.
After finally riding a battery car to a place where no one was around, he quickly put the purchased supplies into the Jinzhu space, and he felt a little more relaxed.
Although the 80,000 yuan he had just received suddenly cost more than 10,000 yuan, Xu Xian was not distressed. After all, the spirit-nurturing fruits in the Golden Pearl Space will mature sooner or later, and by then, even if he can cash in one, he will have a good income.
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'It seems that making money is much easier than improving your strength.'
Turning the battery car to the fastest speed, Xu Xian hummed a brisk tune and drove towards home.
When he passed the farm equipment and hardware store near his home, he thought that the iron rod had been bent in the fight with the mutated mountain wolf, so he bought another one.
Although two days had passed since the last time he came here, Xu Xian almost thought he had gone back in time.
The same old men were still sitting in front of the hardware store, smoking and chatting.
Xu Xian listened for a while, and even the content of the chat was still about house prices, as if these people had been sitting there chatting for days and nights.
The owner of the hardware store patted his leg: "Oh, my legs are swollen. I asked Zhongjie about it. I found that the average price of the community I was looking for was 30,000 yuan, but now it has risen to 50,000 yuan."
Uncle Eater stared: "Fifty thousand? Believe it or not, even at this price, you can't buy a house."
The owner of the hardware store smiled bitterly: "That's the truth. The agent also said the same. It seems that I can only stay in my hardware store to retire."
Uncle Chigua sighed: "I heard that the highest-priced 'police district house' in the city center has been sold to more than 300,000 per square meter. I don't know how there are so many rich people."
The hardware store owner asked doubtfully: "Police district room?"
"That's right." Uncle Chigua nodded and explained: "It's so chaotic outside. Some people say that communities close to the police station are safer. The concept of 'police district housing' has suddenly become popular."
The hardware store owner was speechless: "Just listen to this kind of house, I will never be able to afford it in my life."
The uncle from the demolition household on the side looked sad and took a puff of cigarette melancholy: "Brothers, you don't know that my wife is about to divorce me in the past two days. Let alone sleep with her, I won't even give her a sofa.
I'm going to sleep, I've been sleeping in the bathroom for two nights."
"So miserable?"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to chat with you here in the future." The expression of the uncle who was demolished suddenly became extremely vicissitudes, as if he had seen everything in the world: "Didn't I tell you before that I sold two houses? His grandmother's two houses.
They are all 'police area rooms'!"
Everyone said in unison: "Hi——!!!"
When leaving the store, Xu Xian gave the demolition uncle a sympathetic look. He felt that the fact that the uncle was still alive and came to chat today meant that his wife still had feelings for him.
However, after listening to the chats of those uncles, Xu Xian was filled with emotions. Originally, he thought that with his golden bead space, he could buy ten spiritual cultivation fruits to replace it with a better house.
But now it seems that the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny. If you really have enough funds to buy a house, maybe it will be possible to sell all the next batch of mature spiritual fruits in the Jinzhu Space.
'Forget it, we'll talk about housing improvements later. The most urgent thing is to improve our strength first.'
The electric car started, and the sighs of the uncles behind him got farther and farther away.
"Whoosh, whoosh—"
Just as Xu Xian was about to arrive home, a sound of violent breathing suddenly came from the field beside the road. As soon as he turned his head to look, a figure jumped onto the road in an instant.
"Is it touching the porcelain?"
Xu Xian hurriedly braked, and the iron bar clamped beside his leg fell to the ground in a hurry.
He glared at the man who fell in front of the car, feeling very unhappy.
"Help...help..."
But the man who fell to the ground turned out to be a monk wearing tattered monk robes. He was holding a wooden box in one hand and a Zen staff in the other. He spoke in a hoarse and weak voice, which made people worry that he wouldn't even have the strength to breathe in the next second.
Already.
Xu Xian's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of danger came over him. Before he could react, a small figure appeared from the side of the road and headed towards the monk.
‘Clang!’
The monk, whose face had already turned pale, raised his Zen staff with all his strength, barely blocking it in front of him to block the attack.
Only then did Xu Xian realize that the squirrel that jumped out to attack the monk on the side of the road was actually a squirrel the size of a four- or five-year-old child.
This squirrel is obviously a mutated creature. Not only is its size unusual, but also long and sharp spikes appear on its two front paws, and its exposed front teeth are even more ferocious.
When the mutated squirrel attacked the monk just now, it was waving its sharp claws. Fortunately, the monk blocked it with his Zen staff.
But the embarrassed-looking monk was obviously at the end of his strength, and almost lost his hold on the Zen staff.
"save......"
The exhausted body and severe panting made it extremely difficult for the monk to call for help.
Fortunately, Xu Xian did not have obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he had to let the monk finish saying the word "help".
He stopped the battery car, bent down and picked up the iron rod on the ground, and quickly rushed towards the mutant squirrel.
"Ami......"
Seeing Xu Xian take action, the monk rolled his eyes, dropped his Zen staff, dropped his wooden box, and fainted.
