Subtitle: The story of an earthly villain who sells "fake and shoddy goods" to the top of the multiverse in an infinite copy - "This story is purely made up, please do not imitate it, otherwise you may be labeled as a model by the Galaxy Consumer Association."
Prologue
My name is Li Ergou, male, and the owner of Unit 2, Unit 502, Building 3, Jiangdong Community, Jiangdong Street, Jiangdong City, Jiangdong Province, Earth China District. My main job is the honorary cashier of the canteen downstairs, and my side job is helping the Widow Wang next door to carry purified water - until that day, I received a text message: [Dear 502 owner, given that you have ranked first in the list of "best at deceiving old men and old ladies into buying health care products" in this community for three consecutive months, the Galaxy Unlimited Trade Bureau sincerely invites you to become the interstellar trade specialist number B-9527. There is a three-day trial period. After becoming a regular employee, you will receive five insurances and one housing fund, a spaceship, built-in WiFi, and can be jailbroken. I was eating spicy strips at the time, and I replied "1". The next second, the toilet in my house turned into a portal, sucking me in with my spicy sticks.
Volume 1·Zombie Planet
Chapter 1 The toilet sucked me into the wasteland, and all I had was hot strips
My name is Li Ergou, and half an hour ago I was studying "how to fold a dragon out of a roll of toilet paper" in my bathroom. As a result, the toilet suddenly made a beep of "Didi-di-the old driver is starting!", And then a blue light spurted out from the toilet seat, like Haidilao's birthday light ball. Before I even had time to lift up my pants, I was rolled in with the person and the paper.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself standing on a green wasteland.
The sky is leek color
