Bringing the Supermarket to the Apocalypse

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Lin Feng's demeanor was relatively easygoing and not overly selfish. However, he also wasn't excessively generous. In Lin Feng's view, everything had its principles, and sharing a meal with them was no big deal.

After boarding the bus, they headed towards the center of the Beishan Base.

"I'm not sure where Mr. Lin is based," I asked Lin Feng cautiously as we sat together in the car.

In my opinion, a 7th-level cultivator like Lin Feng must be the leader of a medium-sized base, so I posed the question.

"I don't have a fixed location. Wherever I go," Lin Feng replied truthfully. Although he currently resided in the Tianlong Base, the chaos of the apocalypse meant that no one knew what the future held. Lin Feng's response was perfectly normal given the circumstances.

"Oh, I was wondering if Mr. Lin might consider establishing himself at the Beishan base. With his strength, becoming a leader here shouldn't be an issue," I ventured cautiously.

Having been in the business for many years and being one of the leaders of a small base since the onset of the apocalypse, I was relatively well-versed in politics. In my opinion, if Lin Feng could become a leader at the Beishan base, it would greatly benefit me to align myself with Wang Shimin.

Furthermore, I wasn't very familiar with the current leader of the Beishan base, having only encountered them a few times upon my initial arrival. If Lin Feng were to station himself at the Beishan base, his relationship with me would likely be closer than with the current leader, thus elevating my status significantly.

After hearing my suggestion, Lin Feng remained silent, merely smiling and shaking his head.

Lin Feng understood the implication, but he had no desire to become the leader of a base. In the apocalypse, the most important thing was to improve one's strength. Engaging in power struggles wasn't Lin Feng's forte. Moreover, the proverbial saying goes, "There cannot be two tigers atop one mountain." It wouldn't be easy to wrest away half of the leader's authority at the Beishan base, even if it sounded good in theory.

Seeing that Lin Feng didn't respond, I refrained from pressing further.

The downtown area of the Beishan base was still bustling, albeit not quite as lively as before. People still frequented the streets.

The car pulled up in front of a large hotel, and the three of us—father, son, and Lin Feng—alighted. The others remained in the car, unable to dine with us.

According to reports, this hotel was the best in the Beishan base. Almost all of the base's high-level cultivators and officials frequented it, and the prices were correspondingly high.

From the outside, the hotel's decor appeared elegant, though comparable to a mid-range restaurant in Lin Feng's eyes. Still, it was commendable to maintain such a hotel in the midst of the apocalypse.

Led by the courteous staff, Lin Feng, Wang Shimin, and I were ushered through the so-called luxury and into the private room we had booked in advance.

The service staff's uniforms were pristine and meticulously chosen. In the past, Lin Feng could have compared them to runway models, but in the apocalypse, beauty without strength meant nothing. The entire hotel exuded an antique charm, and the furnishings in the private room followed suit. The precious mahogany that was once treasured pre-apocalypse now served as ordinary tables and chairs. Additionally, there was a coffee table in the private room, though tea came at an additional cost.

"Please, Mr. Lin, try some of my Longjing tea first," I said, taking advantage of a lull in service to invite Lin Feng to sit on the sofa next to the coffee table. I fetched a tea caddy from the side table, smiling as I did so. However, there was a hint of self-satisfaction in my expression, suggesting that the tea I was offering was of high quality.