Transmigrated to 1942: Starting with Making Compressed Biscuits

I’m Qin Yu, a food delivery rider. After a traffic accident, I transmigrate to Henan during the great famine of 1942. Just as I’m about to starve to death, I bind to the [Pinduoduo Special Edition: Warfare]. Other transmigrators arrive with arsenals. From the start, I’ve got only a ten-cubic-meter warehouse, and I have to check in every day and ask people to help me slash prices! Watching refugees gnaw on tree bark, I raise a phone that doesn’t exist: “Neighbor, help me slash the price! I’ll give you millet when it’s done!” “Doctor, would you like some penicillin? Just tap the red packet and it’s yours!” “Comrades in the mountains, buy grenades made in the border region, get one free, and I’ll even teach you how to blow things up. But first, help me recruit five new users!” By day, I’m a mysterious merchant with “overseas connections.” By night, I’m a lonely warehouse manager. The Japanese military police are investigating me, the Nationalist secret service is watching me, and the underground Communist Party wants to question me. They all want to know: where do my supplies come from? Clutching a fresh shipment of sulfa powder, I make up a story: “This batch? It came through the patriotic network of overseas Chinese in Burma!” Then I turn to the three beauties beside me and grin: “Hey, could you help me slash the price again? If we earn enough points, we can ‘group-buy’ a truck next month!”