Apocalypse: I Never Make a Loss-Making Transaction

On the day when the blood moon hung in the sky, the zombie wave tore apart the fig leaf of civilization, order collapsed, and human nature became the cheapest thing. Chen Mo hid in the fortified rental house, gnawing on the last half of a compressed biscuit, and calmly watching the living people being torn apart outside the window - he was not the Virgin. He had made his first pot of gold by reselling information long before the disaster, and even hid enough supplies for three months and a modified crossbow. Someone is crying for help? Sorry, bullets are more valuable than human lives. Teammates want to share supplies? Okay, I'll trade it with your life. Facing the claws of evolved zombies, thugs who took advantage of the situation, and even the "savior" who awakened his superpowers but wanted to step on him to gain power, Chen Mo always had only one principle: "Want to get benefits from me? Consider your own value first." With calm and almost cold calculations, he picked through the corpses and laid out plans in the ruins. From a lone traveler who just wanted to survive, he gradually built a team that only valued profit but was more reliable than family ties. After all, in this end of the world, what can keep you alive is never kindness, but strength and a clear mind.