Chapter 1 Qin Shihuang's Foot Wrap

"Ban Bang" A rapid knock on the door pulled Zhou Tian out of his sleep. "Peel, there is a letter from you, put it at the door for you."

"I know." Zhou Tian answered lazily, kicked on his original red trousers, made a turn-over style, and got out of bed half-dead.

"Who, write to me if you have nothing to do." Zhou Tian rubbed his eyes that were sealed by eye excrement, and opened the slightly yellowish envelope in his hand.

"Dear Sunday, I'm your uncle." Uncle? How about it? I don't know what my mother is like. Where did my uncle come from? Zhou Tian scratched his head and continued to read.

"Maybe you don't know who I am, but it doesn't matter. The important thing is that my uncle left you a huge legacy - a large supermarket. Come and sign for it. The following is the address."

"True or false." Zhou Tian looked at this short suicide note and was a little stunned. He had fantasized countless times that he was the illegitimate son of a rich man. One day, the rich man would give himself a huge inheritance, but he didn't expect that this fantasy would become a fact - although the other party's name was his uncle, who would take care of it. Well, isn't it okay to have a legacy?

After wiping the saliva on the corners of his mouth, Zhou Tian was alert in his heart, "What if he is a liar, what if he wants to kidnap me?" However, this suspicion was soon thrown behind by Sunday. Except for the red underwear of more than ten yuan, nothing else on my body did not exceed ten yuan. Even the black-and-white screen mobile phone was bought from the waste station at a high price of seven yuan (there are still two yuan and thirty cents on the mobile phone card, which didn't add up. Ten yuan).

After reading the address on the letter, Zhou Tian quickly packed up the things in the house and rushed to the road without looking back. I still owe the landlord three months' rent. If I run slowly, I guess my life pants will not be guaranteed.

According to the address on the suicide note, Zhou Tian boarded the bus to the west, arrived at the terminal, and then transferred to Sanbangzi for half an hour. Zhou Tian got off the bus in a deserted place.

"It should be a delivery supermarket." On Sunday, I looked at the roads around where some people were inaccessible and muttered.

"No. 98 Emperor Road, it should be near here." Looking into the distance, I found that there were no buildings more than three meters around except for a few scattered small bungalows.

"Uncle, how can I get to No. 98 Emperor Road?" In desperation, Zhou Tian asked an old man selling vegetables by the roadside.

"The young man is buying vegetables." The old man selling vegetables calmly took a sip of the tea in his hand and wiped his sweat with a hand towel.

"I'm asking how to get to No. 98 Emperor Road." Zhou Tian thought the old man was deaf, so he shouted again.

"You treat me as deaf. Why are you so loud? Leek costs two yuan per catty. How much does it cost?" The old man selling vegetables pulled out his ears and said dissatisfiedly.

"One catty." Zhou Tian finally understood what the old man meant. He took out two coins from his pocket and handed them over. On Sunday, when I am about to become a big boss, I still care about two coins.

"Ask No. 98, Emperor Road." The old man who sold vegetables pulled out a dung of leeks from the car and handed them to Zhou Tian, saying, "Come back in two years. I see that there is no grocery store behind me. Two years later, it will be No. 98 Emperor Road."

"What." Zhou Tian was stunned and looked at the grocery store behind the old vegetable seller.

Have you been fooled?

"Is the young man called Zhou Tian?" The vegetable seller said in front of Zhou Tian's eyes.

"Ye-h, how do you know?" I came back to my mind on Sunday.

"That's right." The vegetable seller threw a key to Zhou Tian and said, "My name is Wu Laoer. You can call me second uncle. This is what your uncle asked me to give you before he died. In the future, this grocery store will be yours."

"Hey hey, you still don't believe it, do you?" Wu Laoer slamped his yellow teeth and said, "Your grocery store is the largest non-staple food supplier around here. At that time, if you do it well, you will be in the fight."

Wu Laoer put away the vegetable stall and said, "Your uncle entrusted the store to me before he died. I am doing my duty. Up to now, I haven't lost anything. Don't be stunned. I'll take you to have a look."

"Well...okay." Let's go to the grocery store. If we don't sell it at that time, it's okay to get one or two thousand yuan.

When he came to the door of the grocery store, Wu Laoer opened the door skillfully and turned back to Sunday and said, "I still have a door key. If you can trust me, I will help you watch the store if you have nothing to do. If you can't believe me, you can change the door lock, so that you don't have to lose anything. There are cigarettes, alcohol, sugar and tea in this store, and it is estimated that it has not expired. You don't have to clean it up, and you can open it directly.

"There's no need to change the lock. I'm just here, and I have to rely on my second uncle to help me." Zhou Tian glanced at the things on the container and found that there were several bottles of Maotai on the container. He was surprised and said, "Second uncle, this store is not low-grade. Maotai has it."

"Look clearly, this wine is a 'spear platform', not a 'Maotai'," Wu Laoer pointed to the words on the wine and said, "Although there are a lot of fakes in the store, they are also imported from formal places. Although the taste is almost poor, it can't be drunk. You can remember that it's okay to sell fakes, but don't get them out. Human life is coming."

"Uncle, don't worry, I will definitely replace it with real goods at that time, and I will never cheat people." On Sunday, I took a closer look at the fakes on the shelves. There were really a lot of fakes such as "floating shampoo" and "Kang Shuaifu instant noodles". Dizzy, there are also two buckets of "Hujiba" peanut oil. You can't sell it just by looking at it.

"You have given up the idea of selling real goods. No one in our place recognizes the brand. If you really change it to real goods, maybe no one will buy it." Wu Laoer reminded, "It's up to you to handle this store. No one cares about the vegetable stall. I have to go first. I'll take these two bottles of 'Golden Eight Fu', which is the reward for showing you the store in the past two months."

Wu Laoer went out with two bottles of "Jin Ba Fu" and suddenly turned around and said, "Go half a mile to the west. There is a noodle restaurant. If you want to eat something hot, go there. Don't forget to make it clear that you are the boss here."

After saw Wu Laoer return to his vegetable stall, Zhou Tian sighed helplessly, took a can of "All Things Coke" and sat on the three-legged chair.

With a bang, as soon as the "All Things Coke" was opened, it sprayed all over the sun.

"Say, the name is not good, and I'm quite angry." On Sunday, I quickly shook off all the coke on my body. I didn't wash my clothes for two months. If I didn't have the oil on it, it would be really not waterproof.

After gasping for breath, I didn't delay on Sunday. Although this grocery store is miserable, it is also my own industry. Maybe it will be on the market one day. Do it well. No matter how bad it is, the fake goods in this room alone will be enough for me to eat for half a year.

Then Wu Laoer didn't lie to Zhou Tian. After a lot of investigation, Zhou Tian found that the things in this store were really well prepared. As long as the container was wiped, there would be no problem with the opening today.

However, looking at the fake goods full of containers, I am still a little worried on Sunday. In case the Industry and Commerce Bureau wants to check, I guess I can get a long-term meal ticket from the detention center. Besides, I don't know where to get those fakes that can't eat the dead. If you eat the dead, it won't be a long-term meal ticket problem.

After thinking about it, I still decided to sell the real goods on Sunday, but I have to sell these fake goods first, otherwise I can get the capital.

After wiping all the containers, a clearance sign was set up at the door on Sunday, which was considered to be the opening.

The prices of the things in the store were originally marked. After the price was reduced on Sunday, there should be no need to worry about selling them. It is estimated that in a while, those uncles and aunts will have to come.

But after waiting for a long time, no one came to this grocery store. Don't uncles and aunts like bargains?

The grocery store didn't open until Sunday in the evening, but Wu Laoer came again, saying that there was wine but no meat, so he took two chicken feet from Sunday.

I don't have a penny in my hand on Sunday. The only two yuan left also bought leeks. If I want to eat, I guess I have to solve it on the spot. However, this grocery store has everything, so it's no problem to eat enough. However, Sunday really doesn't dare to let go of eating. Wu Laoer said that these fakes can't kill people, but that's according to his stomach. It is estimated that if he wants to eat on Sunday, he really needs to take it easy.

I only drank a can of "All Things Coke" at noon on Sunday. Naturally, I was hungry for a long time. After closing the door of the store, I boiled a pot of hot water in an electric kettle on Sunday to prepare instant noodles.

Two "youhui" ham sausages plus a bowl of "Kang Shuaifu" instant noodles are considered for dinner.

Not to mention, although this shop is full of fakes, it still tastes good. Smelling the fragrant instant noodles, Sunday can't help sighing, "That's the smell!"

After digging in the intestines, Sunday began to suck instant noodles. Eating instant noodles itself is a very common thing, but it should also be unlucky on Sunday. The convenience is good, but the quality of the fork inside is much worse. Before taking two bites, the fork was broken, and it was impartially inserted into Zhou Tian's nose.

So Sunday was a tragedy. A good bowl of instant noodles was contaminated by Sunday's nosebleed, but the bad luck was not over. I didn't know whether it was the problem of the seasoning bag or the instant noodles itself. Anyway, Sunday's nosebleed had a chemical reaction in the instant noodle bowl.

Just as Zhou Tian was still lamenting his bad luck, a burst of red light suddenly came out of the bowl. After the red light hovering, it fell on Zhou Tian's body, and then an extremely mechanical voice came out of the instant noodle bowl.

"The history collection task is launched, please prepare the task personnel."

"Task name: Qin Shihuang's foot wrap.

"Mission time: 30 days."

"Auxiliary props: a pair of nasal congestion."

"Mission reward: a lot of money."

"Mission Failure: Erased (407 people have been wiped)"

Target, 210 BC, let's go!

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