After I Became Rich Through a Black Shop, Zombies All over the City Asked for Support

Wei Ning, who died suddenly after staying up late, transformed into the unlucky manager of a doomsday restaurant. The employees are zombies, the signature dish is brainwash, and the system coldly gives up the task: If you don't pay off the debt in two months, you can wait and experience the ninety-nine ways to die. Looking at the zombies wandering in the wasteland and the empty food cabinets, Wei Ning clenched her headshot hammer - I will personally catch this customer! What? A team of A-level superpowers kicked down the door? Wei Ning raised her left hand slightly, "Go ahead and carry the vegetables." Is the chief researcher at the base a picky eater? After you finish eating, you can come over and cook a couple of dishes. As for the mysterious white chef with super powers... Wei Ning stared at the bite mark on his collarbone and chose to play dumb, but don't test her anymore! Wei Ning, who has been "persecuted", goes further and further down the road of black heart in tears, with Oscar-level acting skills operating 24 hours a day, just to empty customers' wallets. Until one day, the crystal cores piled up into skyscrapers, and zombies all over the city sent out signals asking for support. The former killer gang has become the ceiling of cold chain transportation. Even the researcher of the fully automatic troubleshooting machine that overturned the restaurant eighteen times also won the Nobel Prize for the End of the World. Wei Ning slept until she woke up naturally: There is no way, she has great career luck. But just when she was counting the money and her hands cramped, the system exploded with a red warning: [The chef's murderous intent value is 100%, his love value is 100%... The data is confusing! A deadly cold air came from behind: "Use my powers as fuel and my body as supplements..." The man bit her trembling fingertips, "Now it's time to pay the interest with your soul, my Lord Storekeeper."