The food worth 80 million was certainly not all the food inside the game.
This was only the food players had put up for trade; they still had plenty stored inside their backpacks.
Roughly estimating, these 80 million gold coins were only about 50% of all the food in the entire game.
With just this amount alone, monopolizing the entire food market would still be difficult.
Therefore, Chen Han also spent 200 million in reality to stockpile food.
Ten large trucks lined up to deliver into the villa courtyard—various ready-to-eat foods, seasonings, purified water, beverages and alcohol, cigarettes!
Among them, alcohol and cigarettes were the most profitable.
Especially cigarettes—such things did not exist in the game.
He remembered that in the previous life, after the game overlapped with reality, a world without cigarettes drove countless smokers to collapse!
Some people even preferred turning into zombies just to take one puff of a contaminated cigarette.
Looking at the two full truckloads of cigarettes before him, Chen Han’s face showed a hint of shock.
From a business standpoint, just these cigarettes alone could allow him to monopolize the entire market!
Not just food, weapons, equipment, or factions.
This stuff was hard currency—for smokers, they could lack anything, but cigarettes were absolutely indispensable!
In the apocalypse, Chen Han could sell a single pack for an astronomical price!
Chen Han laughed.
He had no intention of stockpiling more cigarettes—rarity makes value.
Besides, he didn’t smoke.
These two truckloads were already more than enough for him to exploit.
And this kind of thing wasn’t easy to obtain in large quantities—if Chen Han didn’t have connections, even one truckload would’ve been impossible!
“Boss Chen, the goods you wanted have arrived.” The delivery manager approached flatteringly.
“Unload everything here.” Chen Han pointed at the villa’s football field.
“Alrighty.”
The manager called the workers to begin unloading.
Chen Han ignored them.
He would put everything into his storage later once all items were unloaded.
And this was only one-fifth of what he had ordered—more would arrive continuously over the next three days.
Chen Han returned to the villa and opened [Doomsday Dawn].
The in-game world had already exploded.
“Damn, which big shot bought out all the food in the trading market?!”
“Did a bug occur?
How could one person buy everything?
This must’ve cost over a hundred million gold!”
“Another problem—can the big shot’s backpack even hold that much food?”
“VIP10 has unlimited backpack slots.
Just check the recharge leaderboard to see if this person exists!”
As soon as this was said, countless players opened the recharge leaderboard—the top spot was a VIP10, and the only one!
“Suit Thug!”
“Damn, where did this big shot come from?!”
“VIP10 requires a recharge of 100 million—this has to be a shill, right?”
“No need to say it—must be someone from the game company.
Who else would recharge 100 million?”
“OMG, how is this even real…”
In the game’s world channel, countless people were discussing excitedly.
Once the news broke out, media outlets across Blue Star began reporting.
After all, [Doomsday Dawn] was a global mobile game with hundreds of millions of players—it had huge influence on Blue Star.
Now, many believed that “Suit Thug” was the one who emptied the trading market.
“Suit Thug” was pushed into the spotlight, drawing speculation from countless elites.
Especially “Roly-Poly,” ranked second on the recharge list, a VIP8 player who had recharged 50 million.
He was very interested in the suddenly appearing “Suit Thug.”
Soon, Chen Han received a private message from “Roly-Poly.”
Chen Han was a little curious—what did this guy want?
He opened it and found a phone number with two additional words written beside it.
“Chat?”
Chen Han ignored him.
If memory served correctly, this guy was also from the Dragon Kingdom.
After the apocalypse descended, relying on his resources, he became one of the most powerful figures on Blue Star.
In the previous life, Chen Han had little interaction with this lofty figure—only rumors that he was charitable and generous.
Chen Han didn’t believe such nonsense.
People like him always had dirtier methods than anyone else behind the scenes.
Whether in the apocalypse or in peaceful times…
Chen Han had several friends who played [Doomsday Dawn] with him, and they knew his ID.
When they saw what was happening, they were shocked too.
They had just seen the news about him selling his company, and now he was spending huge amounts in-game.
They finally understood—this guy sold his company just to play a game!
Absolute madness.
Soon, Chen Han began receiving messages from these friends.
Chen Han sneered inwardly.
After his previous life, he knew very well which of these people were human and which were ghosts.
He replied to each: “Bro, doing business is nothing compared to gaming.
I want to get a divine gear—mind lending me some money?”
The moment the message was sent, the other side went silent.
Wang Tao: “Bro, you know my wife keeps a close eye on me.
Even my game spending is squeezed out bit by bit.”
Feng Hao: “Han bro, I was gonna ask you for a loan.
I’m short lately—you sold your company so you must have money.
Lend me 100 million?”
As expected, they all refused.
Only one person called—his best brother, Gangzi.
“Bro, if something’s up, just say it.
I’ll bring money to you tomorrow!”
Chen Han smiled.
“Alright, see you tomorrow!”
Chen Han and Gangzi had known each other since the orphanage, brothers for half a lifetime.
In the previous life, they survived the apocalypse together.
But to save him, Gangzi died early—killed by that bitch Xiao Rou.
Just after hanging up, Xiao Rou called.
“Chen Han, are you insane?
Why did you dump so much money into a stupid game?”
“Did a donkey kick your brain?
Why didn’t you discuss it with me?”
On the phone, Xiao Rou’s explosive voice blasted loudly.
Chen Han anticipated this and held the phone away, letting her rant.
Three minutes later, he slowly spoke, “Xiao Rou, this is my project.”
“What?
This is the project you claimed had tenfold profit?” Hearing this, Xiao Rou was struck like thunder and urgently questioned.
“What about my 100 million?
You recharged that too?”
“Yes.
I calculated it—if this wave succeeds, becoming the world’s richest person is guaranteed.”
Boom!
Xiao Rou felt her brain explode.
Her hard-saved money… recharged into a game?
“Chen Han, you haven’t spent all the money yet, right?
I’m withdrawing from this project.
Return my 100 million.”
“That’s my blood and sweat.
I can’t live without it.
Give it back now.”
Facing the nearly breaking-down Xiao Rou, Chen Han laughed: “What’s wrong, baby?
Don’t you trust me?”
“[Doomsday Dawn] is going to descend into the real world.
I’m stockpiling food early—this is guaranteed profit!”
Chen Han was telling the truth—becoming the world’s richest wasn’t an exaggeration.
On the other end of the line, Xiao Rou completely lost it.
“You f*cking lunatic!
The game has melted your brain!
Give me my money back or I’ll call the police!”
“I…”
Before he could finish, the call was hung up.
Xiao Rou froze for a few seconds, grabbed her bag, and rushed out the door.
“Chen Han, you’re dead!
If my money is gone, I’ll kill you!”