Watching the boss with dark circles under his eyes as he moved the downloaded mobile phones back into the car, Lu Heng suddenly remembered that just watching movies was also boring. It would be even more awesome if he could play a game.
"I still have a few desktop computers. I'll bring them to you later, and you can help me download some standalone games."
"No problem, I'm good at playing games. Should I have someone help you haul those desktop computers?"
"No need. My car isn't big, and it can't fit too many people." Lu Heng didn't dare to have anyone follow him, as those things were all conjured out of thin air by him.
Pretending to drive away, he circled around and turned to the side of the internet café. Lu Heng waved his hand, and all the mobile phones returned to his apartment in his space.
Returning to the internet café so quickly would seem too suspicious. Lu Heng drove his car to a place without surveillance.
With a thought, a city map appeared in his hand, detailing the city's layout.
Lu Heng looked at it carefully, then another red pen appeared in his hand. He began to circle areas on the map.
"Hmm, the city's amenities are quite complete: City Hall, Police Station, Hospital, Supermarket, Shopping Mall, Park, Wholesale Market, Wet Market..."
Before the apocalypse, he wanted to arm himself. In his previous life, he had initially left his apartment with a metal baseball bat.
Weapons were extremely important.
Although his physical strength wasn't low, he couldn't survive fighting with bare hands.
Over the years of killing zombies, he gradually switched to various knives and handguns.
However, the bullets for handguns were limited. He had seen people who were attacked and bitten by zombies turn into zombies themselves. He always kept one bullet in his gun.
So, when he was bitten in the end, he didn't hesitate to use the last bullet to end his own life.
Shaking his head, Lu Heng stopped recalling his previous life.
Fortunately, the windows of his car were tinted with sun-blocking film, the kind that looked like a mirror from the outside.
Holding the map and propping it against the windshield, the sun-blocking film there was different from other places. If it were the same, he wouldn't be able to see the road while driving.
Blocking the front glass, Lu Heng moved his mind, and a handgun immediately appeared in his hand.
It was the same style as the one he used in his previous life.
Touching the familiar handgun, Lu Heng felt a surge of excitement.
He removed the magazine and checked it; it was fully loaded.
Lu Heng fiddled with it for a while, then sent the handgun back into his space.
As soon as the handgun left, a Gatling gun appeared in his hand.
While handguns were good in the apocalypse, they were far inferior to this kind of rapid-fire machine gun.
Just as he had thought, this city indeed had such things.
He knew that anything that existed in this city would definitely be in his space.
However, he had never used this gun before, so he was just touching it now.
With a thought, the gun returned to his space.
He glanced at his watch; more than twenty minutes had passed. It should be fine to circle back.
Then, he waved his hand again, thinking of desktop computers. This time, ten computer cases appeared in the car, all of the highest configuration. After all, if the configuration was too low for gaming, it would be frustrating.
Driving back to the internet café, he went inside and called an employee to help move the computer cases.
All the data had been copied, and it was already past lunchtime, as he had too many types of things to download.
The internet café owner even teased him, "You're downloading so much stuff, are you planning to become a scientist!"
Lu Heng smiled, swiped his card to pay the owner, and then gave an extra three thousand yuan to the employees as tips, as they had been busy for half a day.
Although he wasn't a saint, it wouldn't hurt to make these people happy before the apocalypse.
After moving the remaining laptops and desktop computers back into his space in two trips, Lu Heng felt a little hungry.
In his previous life, he hadn't eaten a full meal for eight whole years, often enduring hunger and starvation, let alone having a taste of pre-apocalypse delicacies.
Although he could conjure all sorts of delicacies in his space, he still wanted to enjoy a normal dining experience.
Lu Heng drove his empty car to the same hotel again. The chefs in their restaurant cooked like those in five-star hotels.
Lu Heng drove to the hotel. Since it was past the mealtime, there weren't many people eating in the restaurant when he arrived.
A waiter standing at the restaurant entrance saw Lu Heng heading straight in and quickly ran to stop him.
"Sir, we have already stopped business. Could you please wait until after five o'clock this evening?"
"After five o'clock? You want me to starve?"
"No, I mean you can check out other restaurants. Our lunch service has already ended, and the chefs have gone back to rest."
"Aren't there still a few tables eating inside?" Lu Heng pointed to the guests who hadn't left yet.
"Haha, those guests came in during business hours. Even if they wanted to order more dishes now, they couldn't."
"Is that so? Who is the best chef here?" Lu Heng's mind raced, and he changed the topic.
"Our best chef is Brother Qiang. His cooking skills are comparable to a national first-class chef. We hired him with a high salary."
"Oh? Hired with a high salary? Then I'll also hire him with a high salary to cook a meal for me. I just want to eat here."
The waiter looked at Lu Heng with some difficulty. He had never encountered someone like this and didn't know how to handle the situation when the hotel manager, who had heard the commotion, walked over.
The hotel manager had heard the commotion from the restaurant from afar. Just as he was about to see what was happening, he saw a familiar face up close.
He wouldn't forget this person. Heh, it made sense, as he had seen Lu Heng just a few hours ago and had a very deep impression of him.
The manager, who hadn't yet understood the situation, felt a thousand "grass-mud horses" galloping through his mind as he looked at Lu Heng, kicking up dust.
"Big brother! Can you stop milking him dry? What are you doing here again?"
Walking to the restaurant entrance, the waiter felt like a heavy mountain had been lifted from his shoulders when he saw the manager arrive.
He quickly explained Lu Heng's request to the manager and then immediately stood behind the manager.
It felt like a successful retreat.
The hotel manager braced himself and exchanged a few words with Lu Heng. Looking at the somewhat arrogant guest, he couldn't help but shed tears.
There was no other way. The manager dialed Chef Qiang's number.
"Hello, Brother Qiang? There's a guest at the restaurant who wants to hire you with a high salary to cook a meal. Yes, the guest said that as long as the taste is good, the price is negotiable."
The hotel manager, holding the phone, asked Lu Heng again, "Brother Qiang is worried. It's not impossible to cook now, but you won't use the excuse that the food doesn't suit your taste to refuse payment, will you?"
"No, as long as he can achieve his usual cooking standard, I can pay him a personal reward of thirty thousand yuan. Of course, I will pay you for the meal separately according to your restaurant's prices."