"Huh?"
Wang Hao looked utterly confused, standing there in a daze, feeling a buzzing in his head.
"Uh... ten thousand is a bit too little, how about two hundred thousand, two hundred thousand should be fine, right?
You didn’t even pay for the dicine, and in just a few days, you’ve made two hundred thousand, this is a deal you can’t find even with a lantern!"
Zhang Xiaoxiao thought Wang Hao was dissatisfied with the offer, so she quickly upped the price.
"Haha!"
Wang Hao laughed directly; by now he had a good guess of what Zhang Xiaoxiao was trying to do.
Wow, this calculation is quite the masterpiece!
"Xiaoxiao, did Zhang Ming tell you to call ? Do you guys really think I’ve lost my marbles?
Seeing that the snowstorm is about to stop, you want to make a fortune taking advantage of it? Why wouldn’t I just sell it myself?"
Wang Hao said unceremoniously.
The snowstorm is getting lighter and should stop soon.
During this ti, a lot of people got sick, to be precise, a whole lot.
By then, the price of dicine will definitely skyrocket to astronomical levels.
Aside from those needing dicine for their illnesses, many wealthy people would be willing to hoard at high prices.
If he sold off this batch of dicine, he figured he could instantly beco a billionaire.
"Wang Hao, selling dicine requires qualifications. It’s illegal to sell it privately; you’d better hand it over to Zhang Ming; this isn’t money you can make."
Zhang Xiaoxiao played her trump card.
"Tsk, that’s none of your business. If I want to find soone to collaborate with, you think I can’t?"
Wang Hao scoffed in disdain, then scooped up so vermicelli, slurping it up with gusto.
In another five days, the new mutation was set to begin.
Selling dicine?
Ha ha!
"Are you eating sothing? Instant noodles?"
Zhang Xiaoxiao finally heard a sound and unconsciously swallowed her saliva.
Although she had reacted quickly when the heavy snow hit, rushing in ti to the community supermarket to grab so food,
most of it was bread, snacks, and such; she hadn’t eaten anything hot in a long ti.
And there wasn’t much of it, so she’s had to ration carefully; she hasn’t been full in a while.
"Who eats that instant noodle junk? I’m having hot pot."
Wang Hao said casually.
"What? Hot pot!!!"
Zhang Xiaoxiao’s voice changed.
Hot pot?
Before doomsday, she could eat hot pot whenever she wanted, sotis even ignoring it completely.
But after doomsday, forget hot pot.
She hadn’t even had instant noodles a few tis!
She knew Wang Hao had stockpiled supplies.
He certainly wasn’t short on food, but a hot pot? She hadn’t thought of that.
She thought Wang Hao was like her, gnawing on bread and eating snacks, at most just not as stingy as her in rationing.
"Aren’t you cold?"
Zhang Xiaoxiao asked softly.
Right now, it’s minus fifty or sixty degrees outside; before the power restrictions, the air conditioning couldn’t even keep up with the temperature. After the power restrictions, forget about using air conditioning.
She’s currently bundled up in her blanket, using a mineral water bottle to solve bathroom problems.
It’s so cold, and Wang Hao is in the mood to make hot pot?
"Not cold! I have underfloor heating at ho, constant temperature."
Wang Hao’s voice was calm, as if he were talking about sothing completely normal, but Zhang Xiaoxiao felt like she had been struck by lightning.
"What? You have electricity there?"
Zhang Xiaoxiao’s pitch had changed.
She originally thought Wang Hao was using one of those alcohol-fueled small hot pots.
She didn’t expect he was actually using an electric hot pot.
He has electricity?
"Yeah, our villa area has always had electricity. Of course, even if there’s no electricity, it’s no problem; I have a backup generator."
Wang Hao chuckled.
Intending to tease Zhang Xiaoxiao, this little green tea b*tch, a bit.
"I don’t believe it. Co on, add on WeChat, show on video."
Zhang Xiaoxiao hung up the phone, and soon Wang Hao received a friend request on WeChat.
Wang Hao clicked to accept, and then a video call ca through from the other side.
Then Zhang Xiaoxiao saw a scene that completely shattered her worldview.
A lavishly decorated living room, with Wang Hao in a T-shirt and shorts, hot pot steaming on the dining table, and a variety of ingredients piled high.
Apart from all the ats, there were even vegetables and fruits.
Oh my god!
What kind of paradise is this?
Even her bestie, Chen Lingxue, wasn’t living this comfortably!
Wang Hao picked a piece of lamb from the pot, chewed it heartily, and mumbled:
"I’ve eaten so much lamb that I feel a bit hot; I guess I’ll have to lower the temperature a bit."
"You..."
Zhang Xiaoxiao was going mad with envy.
If she had a chicken, she’d have surely turned purple by now.
"Oh dear! After eating so much at, I have to have so vegetables."
Wang Hao bent down and brought out a small basket from under the table, filled with fresh vegetables, all green and enticing.
"You-you-you, how do you have so many fresh vegetables?"
Zhang Xiaoxiao’s voice trembled.
The vegetables Wang Hao brought out were not the kind that can be stored for long; the snowstorm had already been raging for ten days.
Even if he’d hoarded vegetables before, they couldn’t possibly be this fresh!
"Oh~~, I set up a room, turned it into a hydroponic garden, so I’m not short on fresh vegetables. You know, people still need to eat their greens."
The unspoken boast was the deadliest.
Zhang Xiaoxiao was grinding her teeth to dust.
This is the apocalypse, dude! What are you doing balancing your nutrition?
"Wang... Wang Hao."
Zhang Xiaoxiao gulped down saliva, her lips turning blue, weakly pleading:
"Could I have a bite?"
"Sure! Too bad you can’t co over!"
Wang Hao sighed helplessly, then a smile appeared on his face:
"No worries, I’ll help you eat so; you tell what you want to eat, and I’ll help you."
With that, he picked up a piece of tripe, dipped it in so sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Zhang Xiaoxiao was so angry she was about to explode.
She wanted to say, "I want to eat sh*t; go eat it for then."
Wang Hao couldn’t care less if she was angry or not; he just kept eating on his own, throwing all kinds of ingredients into the hot pot as if they were free.
Zhang Xiaoxiao and Zhou Chenggong tead up to ss with him.
Having a chance for revenge, he wouldn’t let it slip.
"I’m sweating, sweating. I just took a shower, and now I’ll have to rinse off again later."
After eating, Wang Hao wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down his chopsticks, and seed to lose interest in eating.
The calm lake of emotions in Zhang Xiaoxiao’s heart was once again stirred into a monstrous wave.
Shower?
Since the extre cold arrived, let alone taking a shower, she hadn’t even washed her butt, and she hadn’t brushed her teeth either.
And yet Wang Hao can shower anyti?
Plus, taking a shower is one thing, but you’re rinsing off again?
Also, those beads of sweat on your forehead, what’s that about?
There’s got to be a limit to flaunting wealth, right?
But weren’t all the pipes frozen by now?
Where’s he getting water for a shower?
Ah!
He must be lting snow for water.
Damn it!
Just as Zhang Xiaoxiao was about to go insane with envy, Wang Hao outdid himself again.
He actually went to the fridge and poured himself a glass of soda with ice, chugging it down with his head back.
He crunched the ice cubes with a crunch, feeling still unsatisfied, he took a box of ice cream, sat down, and started digging in.
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