"Mr. Chen, the hundred family buckets of fried chicken you ordered have arrived at the time you specified."

On a small road near the outskirts, Chen Ran glanced at the delivery truck and instructed, "Load them onto my truck, stack them neatly."

Chen Ran's vehicle was a small truck, more than enough to hold a hundred family buckets of fried chicken.

The person in charge of the fried chicken delivery, a man with a well-fed physique, responded with a smile.

Originally, they didn't offer a loading service, but there was no way around it. Chen Ran paid too much, adding extra money, and this order had been placed for half a month.

As soon as the fried chicken delivery left, the roast duck delivery arrived.

"Mr. Chen, the hundred roast ducks you ordered have arrived."

After both delivery waves left, Chen Ran surveyed the surroundings, got into the truck bed, and then the fried chicken and roast duck that had just been delivered magically disappeared.

They weren't gone, but had entered Chen Ran's supernatural space.

He had to free up space in the truck bed; there were still many more deliveries to come.

The supernatural space wasn't small, about the size of twenty-odd football fields, and twenty meters high.

Time stood still in the supernatural space. Even if any fried chicken or roast duck was taken out twenty years later, it would still be fresh and steaming hot.

Three days ago, Chen Ran was shocked to discover that he had returned from twelve years into the apocalypse to one month before it began.

What was most sought after in the apocalypse?

Supplies.

More precisely, food.

Food is the staff of life; who could survive without it?

This damned apocalypse had caused resources to become extremely scarce. Even Chen Ran, known as the Void Monarch, often went hungry in the apocalypse.

He ate either fast food that had expired countless years ago, or the bitter and sour meat of mutated creatures.

Twenty-seven days later, for some unknown reason, the apocalypse broke out, turning eighty percent of the world's population into zombies.

Of the remaining humans, at least ninety percent died at the hands of zombies.

The surviving humans began to evolve, some faster than others, developing supernatural abilities, some physical, some elemental, and some mental.

And Chen Ran possessed an extremely rare spatial ability. His talent was so strong that he was known as the Void Monarch. It could be said that there was no one who could stand against him.

Mastering Void Walk, Chen Ran's ability to survive was unmatched. His combat ability was first-rate, and his ability to save his own life was even better.

When faced with danger, he would just use Void Walk to escape.

As he eked out his existence, Chen Ran discovered that he seemed to have outlived all the other survivors. All over the world, besides increasingly outrageous monsters, he couldn't find another human.

In the apocalypse, human hearts were hard to fathom, but being the only person in the world was too lonely.

Chen Ran couldn't stand the loneliness. There was no point in continuing to live, so he found a pit and buried himself.

It wasn't that Chen Ran couldn't survive; it was that he didn't want to.

When he woke up, Chen Ran found that he had been reborn. The supernatural space he had developed in his previous life was still there, and he could freely store and retrieve supplies.

All his other supernatural powers had disappeared.

Chen Ran couldn't understand everything that had happened to him, and he was too lazy to think about it.

Food was the only thing in the world that mattered. He had to stock up first.

Three minutes later.

"Mr. Chen, your pre-ordered dishes have arrived."

Chen Ran had specifically chosen several hotels known for their delicious food and had them each deliver a hundred take-out meals.

All of them were dishes that Chen Ran loved to eat.

Sauerkraut fish, chicken stew with mushrooms, beer duck, sweet and sour pork ribs, braised crucian carp...

And they were all made by master chefs.

Before the apocalypse, these pricey dishes were considered a luxury for ordinary people to eat even once.

After the apocalypse, it would be outrageous to even see these dishes, let alone eat them.

Want to eat?

Keep dreaming.

A piece of bread was enough to cause a brawl.

Chen Ran had once fought a bloody battle for a sausage.

If someone could provide a main course, Chen Ran would say, I'll do whatever you want me to do; I'm just too desperate.

In less than an hour, five hundred main dishes entered Chen Ran's supernatural space.

Before the apocalypse arrived, Chen Ran would constantly do this whenever he had time.

This kind of ordering was a little strange, but Chen Ran didn't care. He wasn't stealing or robbing.

I'm taking it to comfort the welfare home, construction workers, or I'm sick, buying it for fun, is that okay?

If it wasn't too strange to order a thousand portions, and the hotels' efficiency couldn't keep up, Chen Ran would have bought even more.

At this moment, the phone rang.

"Mr. Chen, the first batch of two thousand tons of the twenty thousand tons of pork you ordered is about to arrive at the cold storage. Would you like to come over and take a look?"

Chen Ran replied that he would be there immediately.

That's right, Chen Ran had ordered ten thousand tons of pork, but that wasn't all. There were also two thousand tons each of beef and mutton, and five thousand tons each of chicken, duck, and fish.

After the apocalypse happened, it wasn't like you couldn't cook anymore. If you had fresh ingredients, you could make anything.

Not long after the apocalypse, the electricity went out, and even if you had ingredients, you couldn't keep them fresh. Chen Ran didn't master his supernatural space until two years later. At that time, where would there be any ingredients for Chen Ran to preserve?

How much could he load in one wave with a small truck?

Most importantly, it wasn't cost-effective.

Pork was cheap, and Chinese people ate the most of it, so Chen Ran stocked up on the most.

The wholesale price was 9.6 yuan per jin (approximately 0.5 kg), so ten thousand tons would cost less than two hundred million yuan. If he didn't lack money, Chen Ran would have wanted to stock up on a hundred thousand tons.

Chen Ran sighed, "We're having good days. If it were a couple of years ago, when the price of 'Second Brother' (pork) was close to fifty, it would have been difficult to stock up even with money."

After the stocked-up supplies arrived, Chen Ran would find a suitable opportunity to load them all into his supernatural space.

When he arrived at the cold storage, Manager Wang of the trading company that had received Chen Ran's large order greeted him with a smiling face.

Chen Ran said, "After unloading, go to the bank to transfer the money."

Manager Wang smiled even more happily and said, "No rush, no rush."

Chen Ran just smiled and didn't take it seriously. For this batch of goods, he had paid ten percent as a deposit. He would pay for each batch of goods as they arrived, totaling seventy percent. The remaining thirty percent would be paid one month later.

If he could, Chen Ran would have liked to get something for nothing, but Chen Ran wasn't familiar with them, and this Manager Wang simply didn't have the ability to pay in advance.

Chen Ran called out to Old Zhang and Old Li, the pig-slaughtering masters he had hired, "Old Zhang, Old Li, keep an eye on them, and don't let them fool me with decades-old frozen meat."

Old Zhang shook his fat face and smiled, "Mr. Chen, don't worry. I've been slaughtering pigs for decades. I can tell when the pork was slaughtered with just one look."

Chen Ran joked, "I've lived for more than twenty years, and I can tell if a circuit is live just by touching it."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then laughed heartily, "Mr. Chen, you're so humorous."

After unloading the goods, Chen Ran and Manager Wang of the trading company went to the bank to transfer the money. Just as they said goodbye, Chen Ran's phone rang again.

An exasperated voice came from the phone.

"Chen Ran, you sold shares worth more than three billion for just one billion?"

"You didn't even tell me about such a big thing. Do you even respect me, your uncle?"