Traveling through the doomsday, I become the largest supplier

Zhou Feng didn't think about doing business in a small town, but he knew that the residents of the town were shrewd, capable, and extremely strong. In front of them, Zhou Feng thought that his current strength was not enough to compete with them, and he might even be used by them unconsciously, and he might inadvertently help them count the money, but he didn't get anything. He didn't think that just because he had a plane ring, he could suddenly become extremely intelligent and be able to deceive others easily. Moreover, the cost of trying to put these people to work for them is undoubtedly enormous, and their loyalty is not guaranteed.

In fact, Zhou Feng has a more long-term vision, and his goal is to set it on the refugee camp. In the early days, he was not in a hurry to make money, but focused on how to consolidate his position and strength in the post-apocalyptic world. He knows that only with enough strength can he truly open his business empire. At that time, no one will dare to interfere with the trafficking of live livestock or arms and ammunition. At that time, it is the best time to really seek huge profits.

"What I need most urgently right now is a stable place to sell my goods. Zhou Feng thought to himself.

The Wasteland Settlement is exactly what he needs, with a large population base and most people struggling to survive. As long as Zhou Feng can take advantage of this, it will be a breeze to gather a team of his own in the refugee camp.

Now Zhou Feng felt calmer than ever, his plan was gradually taking shape in his mind, and all kinds of possible situations were imagined by him one by one and found solutions. By the time he finished the fast food on his plate, the plan was also fulfilled.

He took the time to check his Level 1 DNA enhancement and found that 45 minutes had passed, and the color displayed on it had turned yellow. If it weren't for the fact that he could still feel the power flowing through his body, Zhou Feng would probably be unable to help cursing again.

After waiting for a while, when the clock jumped to 55 minutes, the color suddenly turned red and the strength began to drain slowly. After an hour, the activation color changes to a dull gray, and 1% of the experience bar disappears. All this was expected by Zhou Feng, and he was not surprised by this.

In order to verify his conjecture, Zhou Feng once again completed the absorption of the last blue crystal, allowing his first-order DNA enhancement function to be reactivated. After this series of attempts and observations, Zhou Feng finally had a deeper understanding of this mysterious first-level DNA enhancement. He realized that in order to activate this function, he had to rely on the energy of the blue crystal, and in the process, the energy of a blue crystal was consumed every hour. Once the energy is depleted, the enhancement effect will stop immediately.

However, there is one question that still plagues Zhou Feng, and that is whether this enhancement comes at the cost of consuming a blue crystal, or at the cost of consuming 1% of experience points. If it's just a crystal, it's not a big deal. But if it's the latter, a 1% loss could be an astronomical amount considering the sheer amount of experience required in the late game. In that case, will he still be able to use this feature frequently in the future?

Zhou Feng hurriedly left the fast food restaurant and looked up at the sky, it was already half past seven in the evening. In the vegetable market not far away, only a few scattered vegetable vendors are still shouting hard, hoping to sell the remaining vegetables in their hands.

If it was Zhou Feng in the past, he would definitely go to the market at this time to pick up the leaks and look for those cheap vegetables that were sold at a reduced price because of the late time. But now, he has more important things in his heart to think about and solve, and those daily trivial things that used to be no longer seem to be so important.

In those wasteland settlements in the afterglow of the apocalypse, vegetables are far more precious than people think. Potatoes and sweet potatoes are examples of this, which not only have a long shelf life, but also can be sold in the market for a relatively long time. Even in the evening at the end of the day, these root vegetables can still be found everywhere in the market, and their prices have not decreased due to the passage of time, and they are almost the same as usual.

Zhou Feng, as a businessman who makes a living in the last days, does not need to deal with the vendors for a few cents as usual at this moment. With a gesture of generosity, he did not hesitate to sweep away all the potatoes and sweet potatoes that were visible in the vegetable market. Since it was at the moment when the market was about to end, what he collected was only a few hundred catties.

However, for Zhou Feng, who had started the first-level DNA enhancement, the weight of these hundreds of catties was not a problem at all. He can easily carry the vegetables back to his place in two separate installments. Standing in the room, his eyes fell on the seven bulging bags, and he couldn't help but shake his head. He secretly calculated in his heart: "3 yuan a pound of potatoes, 3 yuan of 6 pounds of sweet potatoes, these money are enough to buy 2 pounds of high-quality Northeast rice." It's a real headache, why do potatoes and sweet potatoes are grown in large quantities in this wasteland settlement, instead of more kinds of food crops? Ordinary rice is only more than 1 yuan a catty, why should I spend twice as much money or even more to buy it?".

Although he was a little helpless in his heart, hundreds of catties of potatoes and sweet potatoes still cost Zhou Feng nearly 2,000 yuan. In this post-apocalyptic world, he was already very fortunate to be able to recoup his capital by selling these vegetables. After all, in this day and age, survival itself is a luxury, and it is something to be grateful for if he is able to make ends meet.

On the desolate land, the morning breath is mixed with a biting chill. Travelers in weak clothing often shiver involuntarily in such a climate, as if in protest against the uninvited cold wind. However, this cold does not last long, it only exists before the dawn arrives and the sun is still hiding below the horizon. As soon as the warm morning sun jumped out of the ground, all the cold seemed to dissipate. With just a faint ray of sunlight, the tiny grains of sand in the wasteland quickly become incorching, and the temperature gradually rises until you sweat like you're in a steamer.

Zhou Feng tossed and turned last night, barely closing his eyes. As soon as it was dawn, he rolled over and got up, walked downstairs, and hurriedly bought a simple breakfast at a nearby shop. He devoured it, silently reciting the old adage that "the early bird gets the worm", returned home, carefully closed the doors and windows, drew down the curtains, and without hesitation, activated the teleportation device, teleporting himself directly to the grass pile that had returned to modern times yesterday.

At seven o'clock in the morning in the countryside, the industrious peasants had already begun their toil, and the two hours of hard work had already laid a solid foundation for the day to come. In a busy city, this is the time when most office workers have just woken up from their sleep to start their day.

When the morning sun of the last days slowly rose, a glimmer of light peeked out from the distant horizon, and the red light gradually sprinkled the earth, paving this barren sandy land with a layer of golden brilliance. Zhou Feng, a young man wearing thin clothes and carrying a small backpack, immediately felt a chill hit him the moment he appeared in the grass. The cold air peculiar to the wasteland, and the faint mist on the grass, were things he had never expected after experiencing the heath of the wasteland.