After breakfast, Su Zifang followed Lu Renjie's recommendation and went to buy the necessary items for opening a store. After all, the pots, pans, stoves and stoves still needed to be sorted out, and his residence also had to be tidied up.

"Grocery store?" Su Zi paused outside a door in the middle of Xile Street, looking at the blue rolling shutter door with a confused expression.

Lu Renjie said that he can buy what he wants in this store, but what can be sold in the grocery store? It doesn't look like the store is too big, and how many goods can be packed in it? I'm afraid it doesn't have all the daily cigarettes, alcoholic drinks and non-staple food.

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If it hadn't been for Lu Renjie's strong recommendation, Su Zishi would have turned around and left.

"Wow!" The rolling shutter door made a sound.

"Bang! Bang!" It seemed like someone kicked behind the door.

"Crack!" The rolling shutter door finally moved, revealing a gap from the ground and raising dust nearby.

In another second, Lan Yingying's rolling shutter door was completely raised, revealing the grocery store hidden behind the door, and...the grocery store owner Wang Fugui.

"Shanghai people like to smoke. The things in the store are good, but the boss likes to take advantage and is very shrewd." Su Zifang recalled Lu Renjie's introduction to the grocery store owner, and a quick glance confirmed it.

He was wearing a white undershirt. Judging from the fabric and the whitened brand logo, he knew it was from a certain laundry detergent place. A pair of linen wide-leg shorts were full of wrinkles. The slippers on his feet looked more like they came from some bathhouse.

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The most expressive thing is the gelled hair, which has clear roots and is brushed from the left to the right to cover the bald head. Only the eyes are somewhat shrewd under the turbidity.

Seeing someone outside the door, Wang Fugui was not surprised. He clucked his teeth and asked, "Morning, have you made breakfast?"

"Exactly." Su Zifang was unwilling to be outdone.

"Want to buy some pizza?"

"Boss Wang, I am the tenant of shop No. 7. Boss Lu introduced me." Su Zifang patiently explained his identity.

When he heard that it was Lu Renjie who introduced him, Wang Fugui's face suddenly relaxed and he managed to squeeze out a flattering smile: "Oh, I understand, please come in!"

Su Zifang followed Wang Fugui through the door and realized why Lu Renjie recommended this place. There was a double-row elevator in the middle of the small store, and at the end there was an underground supermarket the size of a football field.

"Buy something?" Wang Fugui stood nearby. Ignoring the stunned Su Zifang, he took out a mirror and arranged the few remaining hair strands.

"High-heat stove, pot, spoon, seasonings, bowl and plate set,..., chopsticks, quilt, sheets." Su Zi spoke out a long list as if announcing the names of dishes.

"It's all available below. Go get it yourself and pay here." Wang Fugui pointed to the QR code posted on the wall and said a rare sentence in Mandarin.

"Okay." Su Zifang thought there was no problem.

Going to the supermarket is very familiar.

But when he went deep underground and entered the supermarket, he was still shocked and speechless.

Slogans such as "Dig a hole deep and store grain widely," "Protect the home and the country," and "Build China" can be seen everywhere. Many shelves with red five-star spray-paints are placed against the wall, leaving a wide lane for traffic in the middle.

, the high-wattage light bulbs above the head and the exposed wires and iron pipes have a heavy industrial punk style. The supermarket is clearly converted from an air-raid shelter.

Su Zifang walked slowly among the shelves, with the rumbling exhaust facility above his head, like he was in a Dongzi hotpot in Chongqing, or a supply and marketing cooperative in the heavy industry era.

Fortunately, there were guide signs posted not far away on the ground, and the various areas were distinguished by color on the top, so Su Zifang didn't get lost in the supermarket.

Passing through several rows of shelves, Su Zifang stopped directly next to the condiment area.

I casually glanced at the shelves, and found that all the regular seasonings were ready, and there were even rare seasonings such as rose salt, Kaili red sour soup, and cayenne pepper that were not sold in many supermarkets.

Su Zifang grabbed a bottle of curry powder and saw that the production date on the label was three months ago, which made Su Zifang feel more relieved.

Generally speaking, the circulation speed of goods in a supermarket determines the quality of the supermarket, especially in the fast-moving consumer goods industry. If the goods are often backlogged for half a year or a year, not to mention the flow of people, how can the goods be sold if they are almost past the shelf life?

Although the style of this supermarket is a little different, its strength is still worthy of trust. After all, including the transportation and customs clearance time, it is not easy to get the goods that are three months old.

Turning to the fresh food area, Su Zifang was even more satisfied when he saw the aquarium-like aquatic products boxes full of live animals.

After silently calculating what he needed, Su Zifang pushed a shopping cart and started his purchasing journey.

A restaurant stove with a strong fire, a double-ear iron pot, a thick-backed Chinese kitchen knife... The shopping carts were piled as high as a person, and he almost broke his legs from exhaustion before he panted back upstairs.

Wang Fugui was still wearing an undershirt, with an old cattail leaf fan swinging slowly in his hand. The radio on the counter was humming and humming from an unknown play. When he heard the sound, he opened his eyes slightly and stood up half-way from the rocking chair.

"You're back? Oh, I'm so old!"

Su Zifang looked at the rocking chair and said feebly: "Isn't this to make money for Boss Wang?"

"It's so funny what you say. If you want to buy things, why don't you take off my clothes to get money?" Wang Fugui looked at Su Zifang with disgust.

"Boss Wang sells things, and I buy things. If I buy more, Boss Wang will naturally earn more!"

"The oil (yang) cavity (yin) and slippery (up) tone (remove)."

"(ΩДΩ)!" Su Zifang has never seen a person who can express the yin and yang so vividly in four words!

After all, Wang Fugui got up and scanned the QR code because of the sincerity in the shopping cart.

Then, Su Zifang saw the legendary Hongqiao Shadowless Hand. He only heard a series of beeping sounds. The contents of his shopping cart became less visible to the naked eye, and there were four more huge shopping bags beside the counter.

Boss Wang spoke very quickly: "Four big bags cost RMB 8.00. I have packed them for Nong. The total is... RMB. Let Nong round it up. It will be exactly 3,700 RMB."

"Okay... ah? You're rounding things off like this! Boss Wang, I'm not good at math, don't lie to me!" Su Zi stopped midway in taking out his cell phone.

"It doesn't matter, Alas read a lot, don't lie to me." Wang Fugui put down the fan in his hand and switched between Mandarin and Shanghainese as he pleased: "WeChat or Alipay?"

"..."

Until Wang Fugui drove him back to the store in a van, Su Zifang still didn't realize why he agreed to pay.

Looking at the balance of his account, which is less than one thousand, he now strongly agrees with Lu Renjie's evaluation of Boss Wang: "The stuff is good, but some people like to take advantage of it."

"No! Now it seems that it's not just about taking advantage, it's about oppression and exploitation!" Su Zifang vowed to make a note in his mind, "Next time when shopping for groceries, we must get the place back! We must not let this happen again!
Chapter completed!