Lin Ran inherited a corner supermarket that was on the verge of bankruptcy and took on a mortgage of three million.
Just when he was debating whether to eat the three-day expired ham first or drink a Coke to calm down the shock, the back door of the supermarket led to the wasteland.
Wasteland Goddess of War: "Boss Lin, this is fifty pounds of scrap metal (gold) I dug from the bank. Please exchange it for a bottle of divine water (Coke)!"
Lin Ran: "Do you want to listen to what you are saying? You can't eat or drink something like this, and you actually want to insult the carbonated holy water in my hand?"
The No. 1 Fairy of Danxuan: "Fellow Daoist Lin, these five beauty elixirs given to you will allow me to watch the last two episodes of "The Legend of Zhen Huan"?"
Lin Ran: "Fairy, palace fighting skills are the primary productive force. I suggest you work overtime and make two more furnaces of Qingxin Pills to replace them."
Bingshan Female CEO: "Lin Ran, where is your source of gold?"
Lin Ran: "Oh, I dig it out in my backyard. If you like it, I'll hire two more excavators tomorrow and try to dig out a terracotta warrior for you to make a pair."
Lin Ran was slumped on the massage chair in the supermarket, drinking ice-cold Coke and lost in thought:
"I'm just a salty fish who wants to pay off my mortgage. How could I accidentally become a material tycoon across the world?"
"Also, that fairy, just watch the show. Don't imitate Concubine Hua when you watch it. It's hard to clean the floor here!"
