Doomsday, Let's Open A Restaurant

"How did you get this?"

Xiao Feng asked, surprised.

"It seems, as I thought, this military supply is indeed what you gave to Shelter No. 1!"

Bai Meng smiled bitterly.

"This thing, we found it as a spoils of war yesterday, after I ate it, I knew it came from you!"

"A businessman, right? Why not make money?"

Xiao Feng said nonchalantly.

"I thought you had conflicts with Shelter No. 1, so you wouldn’t help them!"

"Then you’re wrong. As long as you have money, I can sell you this thing too!"

"Really?"

Bai Meng widened his eyes.