6: Stock up on supplies in advance

Lucky Grass: Ah, I wish this day would pass quickly, I just want to hurry up and do my second fishing!

Cobra 13: Damn! My luck is too bad! I only fished out a bottle of alcohol, what's the point?

Old Wei who loves reading: That's fine, no matter what, it's worth more than my one-mao coin.

Spring Heart Ripples: I heard someone abroad fished out a superpower, not sure if it's true.

Old Yang Children's Wear: I hope it's not true, because if it is, wouldn't the power balance of this world be completely broken?

The Snow of 2002: What do you guys think, is it possible for spiritual energy to recover?

123 Wooden Man: Recover my foot, you've read too many novels!

...

He closed his phone, exited the forum, and did not gather any valuable information that Mr. Chen had imagined.

This was not bad news; at least it proved that the Ten Thousand Realms Fishing software had not brought harm to the world so far.

If he could have one more day of peace, Mr. Chen naturally hoped for one more day of peace.

He didn't wish for the apocalypse to arrive earlier just because his strength had greatly increased, eager to show off his personal charm.

He arrived at the garage.

As expected, inside there was a sports car worth a million, a motorcycle, and a bicycle hanging on the wall.

These were gifts from the developer.

Though called gifts, they had already been factored into the selling price.

After all, compared to a villa worth hundreds of millions, these things combined wouldn't exceed ten million, a completely profitable deal.

But for Mr. Chen, it made no difference; he didn't have to spend a single cent anyway.

Scamming is fun for a while, scamming all the time is fun forever!

Mr. Chen absolutely loved the Infinite Fishing skill.

He stopped overthinking and took down the bicycle hanging on the wall.

He couldn't ride a motorcycle, let alone a sports car; he had never considered getting a driver's license.

"I hope I get a chance to fish for driving skills later!"

He locked the yard gate, and Mr. Chen got on his bicycle, speeding down the mountain.

As it was Dushan Villa, he didn't have to worry about traffic accidents at all.

Strictly speaking, the entire mountain and this road were Mr. Chen's private property.

After spending a few minutes going down the mountain, he slowed down and looked back at the conspicuous large mountain.

Mr. Chen thought, 'Perhaps I can consider building some defensive structures? Just in case a Zombie siege like in movies or games really happens, it would increase my chances of survival.'

"But something like a Zombie virus shouldn't really be fished out by someone, right?"

"If it really gets fished out, I hope it's not someone with tendencies towards harming society."

"Or, just fish out a Zombie directly?"

Mr. Chen let his imagination run wild and soon rode his bicycle out of the villa area gate.

"This is the smartphone my eldest grandson just bought for me; let's also try that whatever fishing game."

"Yes, let's try! My son said someone in their unit fished out twenty thousand yuan!"

The security guards didn't pay him any attention; a few people in their fifties were gathered around a brand new smartphone discussing how to fish.

Perhaps because society was too peaceful and it was a side gate, even in a luxurious villa area, the security force was far less elite and handsome than Mr. Chen had imagined.

As Mr. Chen got further away, the voices gradually became indistinct, making it impossible to discern the content.

...

He arrived at a commercial street.

Mr. Chen chose a five-star hotel.

He was a bit hungry, so he decided to first satisfy his taste buds properly.

"Damn! Just a mask? It's not epidemic season now, what's the use of giving me this, might as well just give me one yuan, how unlucky!"

Mr. Chen came to the counter, just about to speak, when he was interrupted by the complaints of the counter Miss.

Full of resentment for not drawing the desired reward.

After noticing Mr. Chen's presence, she quickly stood up, forced a professional smile, put away her phone, and asked, "Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Are there still seats in the restaurant?" Mr. Chen asked.

"Yes, there are. Would you prefer a window seat or a more central location?" The counter Miss held the mouse and operated it.

"By the window," Mr. Chen decided.

" Mr., what is your surname?"

"Chen Ming."

"Okay, your seat has been reserved. You can take the elevator on your left directly to the thirteenth floor," the counter Miss said, pointing.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Mr. Chen turned and walked towards the elevator, stepping inside.

Entering the elevator, he originally wanted to use this time to fish a few more times.

But after looking up and noticing the active surveillance camera, Mr. Chen gave up.

No matter what, he didn't want to expose the fact that he possessed the Infinite Fishing skill.

As for human nature, if you can avoid testing it, then don't test it.

Even if he hadn't eaten pork, hadn't Mr. Chen seen a pig run?

Human nature is the thing in this world that can least withstand testing, especially in the apocalypse.

After losing the constraints of law, people's inner desires will only swell infinitely, difficult to satisfy...

Ding!

The alert sound before the elevator door opened pulled Mr. Chen's personal thoughts back.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Chen Ming?" Outside the elevator door, the waiter was waiting early, and seeing Mr. Chen come out, he immediately confirmed.

"Yes," Mr. Chen affirmed.

"This way, please." The waiter walked ahead to lead the way.

Looking at the customers around him chatting and laughing, Mr. Chen really wanted to know how long this harmonious life could last?

'Perhaps in the future? I can fish out a precognitive ability?'

'An ability as abnormal as predicting the future, it must be at least SSS-level, right?'

Mr. Chen was dreaming.

"Mr. Chen, please have a seat." The waiter pulled out a chair.

"Okay." Mr. Chen walked over and sat down.

It must be said, there's a reason why it's expensive.

Taking the menu, Mr. Chen ordered a bunch of food he normally wouldn't dare to order, such as White Jade Sea Cucumber, Boston Lobster, 5A Steak...

He roughly calculated in his head; this meal was worth at least twenty to thirty thousand.

But for Mr. Chen, who had a net worth of a billion, it was like a drop in the ocean.

After the dishes were served, Mr. Chen ate heartily. In his twenty years of life, this was the first time he felt so satisfied at a dinner table.

After eating his fill, Mr. Chen raised his hand to signal the waiter to come over.

" Mr., is there anything else I can help you with?" the waiter asked with a smile.

"I'd like to ask if your hotel provides delivery service?"

"I think your food tastes very good, and I'd like to order a few hundred portions in bulk for a party."

A few hundred portions?!

"Gulp!"

The waiter originally wanted to refuse, but when he heard Mr. Chen casually say the number 'a few hundred portions', he immediately swallowed the words he was about to say.

"Please wait a moment, my authority is not enough. I will go find the manager to discuss the details with you immediately."

The waiter thought that if this big deal could be made, perhaps he could also benefit from it.

"Hello, Young Master Chen, let me introduce myself. I am the general manager of this hotel, General Manager Wang Zhicun. May I ask if what you said earlier about needing to order a few hundred deliveries is true?" the general manager asked respectfully.

Mr. Chen picked up the menu and handed it to General Manager Wang Zhicun.

General Manager Wang Zhicun was wondering why Mr. Chen was handing him the menu.

As the general manager, he already knew the hotel's cuisine by heart.

Then he heard Mr. Chen say something astonishing, "Five hundred portions of every dish on this menu."