"Steak, I only eat 0.1 medium rare, when the first ray of sunlight shines on the cow in the morning, it can be eaten" - Lin Dong

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Early morning.

In the farm yard, a group of slaughtermen were carrying raw meat, but what was strange was that in addition to the meat, there were cans of bright red bood.

Under the bright morning sun, the glass jar is scarlet, like a mellow grape wine.

"Brother Liu, what do you think happened to Boss Lin? The farm is doing well, why did you slaughter all the tens of thousands of livestock?"

A butcher asked curiously.

Another worker agreed.

"Yes! The point is... what does he need so much plasma for?"

Old Liu, the foreman, did not understand, but he did not want to lose face.

"Inquire less about things in society and work harder."

"Uh... okay."

Workers continue to be busy.

They were wearing masks, white gloves, and even their hair was wrapped up.

The foreman Lao Liu continued to instruct.

"Everyone must maintain hygiene. Even if a hair falls out of the meat, Boss Lin will not pay for it."

"Understood, Brother Liu, don't worry."

The workers responded in unison.

However, there was much discussion in private.

"Hey, have you heard? Boss Lin is not normal."

"What's wrong? I think he's fine, what's wrong?"

"He's a neat freak and hates dirt."

"Oh, no wonder! I said how he...."

"Ahem! Stop it."

"..."

During the discussion, a person quickly coughed lightly, interrupting their conversation.

Because not far away, a young man came, his figure slender and straight, wearing a white shirt, spotless.

White face, three-dimensional features, like a carefully crafted handicraft, looks handsome to the extreme.

The young man came bathing in the rising sun, which should give people a sense of warmth, but in a pair of long and narrow eyes, there was a bit of indifference.

The foreman Lao Liu hurriedly ran forward.

"Boss Lin, your 1,500 cows, 3,000 pigs, and more than 10,000 chickens have all been slaughtered."

"Hmm."

Lin Dong nodded, glancing at the fresh meat wrapped in plastic wrap and the cans of scarlet plasma, feeling very satisfied.

"Go get paid."

"Thank you, then we have a happy cooperation."

Foreman Liu had a happy expression on his face, and subconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to shake his hand.

But Lin Dong stood there, staring at the hand, not moving.

It was only then that Liu Gong remembered something, and he looked embarrassed, because Lin Dong was indeed a bit of a neat freak and did not like to have physical contact with people, which was an unwritten rule.

"Boss Lin, then we will go back first, and hope to cooperate with you next time."

Boss Liu sneered and retracted his hand angrily.

Then.

He took a few workers, left the yard, got into a minibus, and drove away in a flash.

Lin Dong watched them go away.

When he walked to the raw meat and jars of blood, he waved his hand and magically disappeared.

Of course, the flesh and blood did not disappear.

Instead, it was received by Lin Dong in the storage space.

This space is 1000 meters long, wide and high, and time is completely static inside. What things are stored in and what they are taken out will not change at all.

The reason for this is because Lin Dong is a reborn person.

Reborn half a montbefore the end.

And that extra storage space.

The terrifying doomsday scene is still vivid in my mind. Zombies are rampant, mutant monsters are abundant, and human resources are scarce. For a piece of bread and a bottle of clean water, they will fight.

Even at the expense of betraying former relatives and friends, completely tear off the pretense of kindness.

If ordinary people were to be reborn before the apocalypse, their first thought would be to hoard a large amount of supplies, food, water, etc. But Lin Dong preferred raw meat and blood.

Because... he's a zombie!

Flesh is too important to zombies, not just as simple as food, zombies can absorb the energy of flesh and blood, continuously become stronger, and evolve into a zombie king.

A zombie fed with sufficient flesh and blood, growing at an unimaginably terrifying rate.

Anyway.

Flesh is the source of zombie evolution!

Therefore, how strong Lin Dong can become depends on how much flesh and blood he can eat!

At this time, he received another call from Su Xiaorou, a supermarket employee.

"Boss, your order of 100,000 frozen steaks, 10,000 chicken wishbones, and ten tons of fine steaks has arrived."

"Oh, tell the major suppliers to continue ordering."

Lin Dong ordered.

"What? Sure?"

Su Xiaorou was surprised, "But.... Boss, we don't have enough working capital, we can't even pay the deposit."

"I'll take care of the money, you can continue to decide."

"Oh, all right."

Su Xiaorou agreed.

But my heart is still very puzzled, I have no money to settle, why are you hoarding so many goods? Is it the end of the world?

.....

Lin Dong owns a farm, a supermarket, and two properties, all of which were purchased from his parents' estate

When Lin Dong didn't remember, his parents passed away, and he didn't even have a meal at that time...

He was later sent to an orphanage, where he grew up, and when he reached the legal age, he inherited his parents' property.

Then slowly make it bigger and stronger, and create more brilliance.

Although the industry is not small, Lin Dong's liquidity is not much.

Now the most valuable things are already in his storage space.

"The doomsday will begin in ten days, so we have to get some money and continue to stock up on supplies."

Lin Dong was pondering when he suddenly saw a Mercedes-Benz Big G and a Wuling Hongguang on the road outside the farm.

Inside Wuling Hongguang, sat a few punks, their hair dyed colorful.

If ordinary people saw them, they would definitely have a headache, but the corners of Lin Dong's mouth rose slightly.

"Bring pillows when you are dozing, and the rich boy is here..."

As the Mercedes-Benz slowly stopped, a middle-aged man walked out of it, wearing casual clothes, wearing a large gold chain, with a bag under his arm, and took a step.

He is a famous developer in Jiangbei City, Zhao Peng, who has long taken a fancy to the land of Zhonglin Dong Farm and feels that if a real estate is developed and built here, it will definitely make a lot of money in the future.

But Lin Dong was more stubborn, no matter what the conditions were, he would not sell it to himself, so he never reached an agreement.

Since the lure failed, Zhao Peng decided to intimidate him.

So he brought a kind of thug boy, thinking of putting some pressure on Lin Dong.

"Boss Lin, stay safe!"

Zhao Peng walked into the yard, and several younger brothers behind him were sloppy. On his chest and arms, they were all tattooed with Pippi shrimp, hairtail fish, etc., which did feel a bit oppressive.

But Lin Dong still looked as usual.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao."

"Brother Lin, you should know my purpose. How are you thinking about this land?"

Zhao Peng went straight to the point, and his attitude was rather polite. He planned to be courteous first, and then apply pressure later.

But Lin Dong suddenly nodded.

"Well, after consideration, according to the price you offered before, I can sell it to you."

"What?"

Zhao Peng was surprised, obviously not expecting that Lin Dong would agree.

Even the gangsters behind looked at each other.

Did you get the wrong script?

"You... you really agreed?"

Zhao Peng couldn't believe it and wanted to confirm again.

Lin Dong nodded.

"Well, don't delay Mr. Zhao from making a lot of money because of my one-third acre of land."

"Hahahaha, good!"

Zhao Peng was overjoyed, and thought that this kid had a good consciousness, and Wei Junjie, the man of Western things...

"Brother Lin, let's just sign the contract."

He took out a contract from his armpit purse, which he had been preparing for many days and had always carried with him, and it finally came in handy today.

Lin Dong agreed to come down, sat in the yard, took out a pen, and began to sign page by page.

The land of this farm is not small. According to the market price, it sold for 120 million.

Zhao Peng still felt that the incident happened suddenly and asked.

"Brother Lin, what happened to this farm? Why did you suddenly figure it out and sell it?"

"Because I'm short of money."

Lin Dong did not lift his head.

"Lack of money?"

Zhao Peng rolled his eyes and felt that this reason was very reasonable. In addition to his real estate development business, he also had a side business, which was loan sharking.

After all, these thugs are not raised in vain.

So an idea came to mind, and I thought of a business opportunity to make money.

"Brother Lin, are you still short of money? Maybe... Brother Zhao can help you?"

"Oh?"

Lin Dong's signature paused, slowly raised his head, and looked at Zhao Peng's face. Suddenly, he felt that his face was very handsome and cute.

Because the end of the world was approaching, he not only bought the farm, but also lent himself money.

Simply an angel on earth.

In tears...