While everyone else is hacking zombies apart in the apocalypse, I'm running an internet cafe.
Zombies want to get online? Sign up for a membership! Awakened troublemakers? Fines! Humans want protection? Pay a security fee!
I pay salaries in ham sausages and use brain cores as currency. Just as I finish renovating the ruins, aliens show up in a spaceship to collect rent.
The silver-haired hottie [Yin Yu] wears a frosty expression. "Inferior civilization, hand over 100,000 emotion crystals and we'll spare your lives."
I tap on my calculator. "Hey, your spaceship's docking fee is 30,000, atmospheric wear and tear is 50,000, and the fine for illegal entry is 200,000. Your 100,000 isn't enough. You still owe me 180,000."
"...What?"
"No money? No problem!" I whip out a labor contract. "Put up your spaceship as collateral and work off your debt. Room and board included, a monthly salary of 3,000 brain cores, and a green card for Earth after ten years on the job."
Later, my internet cafe became an interstellar transit hub. Zombies worked as security guards, aliens became internet cafe attendants, and my daily job was to...
Count money, count money, count money.
The Interstellar Alliance sent a letter of protest. I read it, tossed it in the trash, and beckoned Yin Yu over.
"Hey, Xiao Yin, go serve them with a subpoena."
"Sue them for defamation."
This book is quite interesting.