I Have a Post Apocalyptic Online Friend C5.1

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Chapter 5. part 1

Lu Yuan: How much have you spent so far?

Zhou An’an: About eighty thousand yuan.

Lu Yuan: Even if you consistently sell ten portions a day at your stall, how much can you earn in a month?

Zhou An’an started calculating on her phone.

A profit of seventy-nine yuan per portion means seven hundred ninety yuan for ten portions, totaling twenty-three thousand seven hundred yuan per month!

Overjoyed, she replied, “Over twenty thousand yuan a month!”

Earning twenty thousand yuan a month was something she had never even dared to dream of before.

Lu Yuan: Pathetic!

Zhou An’an: Isn’t that enough?

Lu Yuan: Selling three hundred portions a month means it would take three months to sell a thousand. In six months, you’d only sell two thousand portions, earning just over a hundred thousand yuan- not even enough to buy a car. Besides, can you guarantee you’ll sell ten portions every single day?

Zhou An’an: …No.

Lu Yuan: As the owner, you shouldn’t be involved in sales. That’s someone else’s job. What you need to do now is find suitable sales outlets and have them sell your product on consignment, giving them a commission for each sale.

Zhou An’an: Where am I supposed to find sales outlets?

Lu Yuan: In your world, there must be plenty of convenience stores, supermarkets, and shopping malls, right?

Zhou An’an: Yeah, there’s a convenience store right downstairs.

Lu Yuan: Then go down there now and talk to the store owner about a partnership. Offer to have them sell your products on consignment, and give them… give them ten yuan for each unit sold.

Zhou An’an clutched her head and shook it vigorously. “I can’t…”

Lu Yuan: Don’t you want to make money?

Zhou An’an: I can’t bring myself to ask… Besides, even if I did, the owner would never agree. They only work with established suppliers. Why would they partner with me?

Lu Yuan: Fine, then just throw that 80000 (eighty thousand) yuan down the drain. Don’t bother selling those survival kits either. Just hoard them for yourself when Doomsday arrives.

Zhou An’an: That’s not what I meant…

Lu Yuan was silent for a moment before sending another message: “After the previous two incidents, I thought you weren’t beyond redemption. But today’s disappointment is crushing. Failure after trying isn’t shameful; what’s shameful is refusing to even try. Last time you said introverted people have the right to survive. Now I can tell you: introverted people do, but incompetent ones don’t.”

Zhou An’an stared blankly at the lengthy message, her cheeks burning as if she’d been slapped.

Lu Yuan’s criticism jolted her back to reality, reminding her that she wasn’t entirely without resources.

She cautiously asked: “Are you angry?”

Lu Yuan didn’t reply.

Zhou An’an: “Don’t want to talk to me?”

Still no response.

Zhou An’an: “I remembered a classmate from university whose family owns a chain of supermarkets in City A. I’ll reach out to him and see if we can collaborate.”

The message vanished into the void like a stone thrown off a cliff, echoing back with nothing.

Lu Yuan was truly furious.

Zhou An’an felt dejected but forced herself to rally. She found the alumni group chat and scrolled through countless accounts until she located her classmate’s profile.

His name was Gu Zhao, the only son of the owner of City A’s renowned Xinfeng Supermarket chain. From the moment he arrived on campus as a freshman, he became a campus celebrity.

Not only was he wealthy and handsome, but he was also said to be kind and humble, never looking down on classmates from less privileged backgrounds.

Zhou An’an had heard these rumors during late-night gossip sessions with her roommates. Though she had crossed paths with Gu Zhao countless times during their four years at university, they had never exchanged a single word.

As a “transparent person” like her, he probably didn’t even know her name.

Should she really approach him about a collaboration?

Zhou An’an’s courage began to waver.

Remembering Lu Yuan’s criticism and the other party’s reputation for being approachable, she decided to take a bold step and send a friend request.

The request remained pending all evening. She wondered if Gu Zhao no longer used QQ or simply didn’t want to accept it.

Zhou An’an was about to give up, planning to talk to the convenience store boss again the next day.

But when she woke up the following morning, her phone displayed a notification: “Gu Zhao has accepted your friend request.”

He had even sent her a message: “You’re Zhou An’an, right? What’s up?”

He remembers me!

Zhou An’an’s excitement surged. Forgetting to brush her teeth, she clutched her phone and replied: “Yes, it’s me! I heard from classmates that Xinfeng Supermarket is your family’s business. I’ve created a Doomsday Survival Kit. Would you consider selling it at your supermarket?”

About half an hour later, Gu Zhao replied: “The supermarket has a dedicated Procurement Department; this isn’t my area of responsibility. But you can bring a sample to my office. If it’s good, I can recommend it to them.”

Zhou An’an quickly asked: “Thank you so much! Could you send me the address? I’ll come right away!”

Gu Zhao sent the address. She rubbed her eyes, hardly believing it was real.

Even with the address, success wasn’t guaranteed, but at least she had a glimmer of hope.

Zhou An’an told Lu Yuan about the situation, and fearing he wouldn’t believe her, she sent him screenshots of her chat history with Gu Zhao.

On his way to Gu Zhao’s office, Lu Yuan sent her a thumbs-up emoji.

Lu Yuan: You’ve really impressed me! Good luck!

Zhou An’an: Thanks!

She tucked her phone into her bag, which contained two survival kits- one for men and one for women.

Leaning against the bus window, Zhou An’an clutched her backpack tightly, pondering how to introduce her product to Gu Zhao.

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