Chapter 9

The items in the mall were varied, but there were many things he couldn't use now, such as the Spirit Pills, which could gain experience by answering questions. However, the Small Spirit Pills required level 30 to use, and the Large Spirit Pills required level 60.

Other materials for synthesizing equipment, if purchased below level 10, could not be used either. Therefore, only the raw materials related to those few life skills could be purchased.

So, Zhan Fei bought five Blood Thistle seeds and five Milk Barrels, preparing to refine some初级治疗水 (初级 treatment water) and make some milk.

The初级 treatment water was not easy to sell, as drugs were strictly regulated now. Even the herbs from regular pharmacies were not trusted by people; they only believed in the medicine from hospitals. Even if Zhan Fei dressed up as a quack to sell the potion, it would be extremely difficult to sell.

On the other hand, food was much easier to sell. After all, people's requirements for food safety were very low, and the state's management of food safety was ineffective. There were countless cases of gutter oil, toxic milk powder, fake eggs, and poisonous steamed buns. Zhan Fei believed that the milk he processed should be considered pure, natural, and green food.

Then, Zhan Fei directly used the Hunting skill, placed the Milk Barrel inside, and clicked on "Hunt." A countdown appeared, and the Milk Barrel would produce milk in half an hour, yielding fifty portions of milk.

In terms of cost, apart from consuming some vitality, it only consumed some time. The cost for one hundred portions of milk was just ten yuan. If he sold the fifty portions of milk at one yuan each, he would make fifty yuan, a fivefold profit.

However, he didn't know what form the system's milk would take in reality and whether it would be convenient for trading. So, Zhan Fei waited. After half an hour, the milk production was complete. Zhan Fei silently thought, "Take out one portion of milk!"

As soon as he said that, Zhan Fei felt a slight weight in his hand, and a transparent bag appeared in his hand, filled with milk. The amount was roughly equivalent to the pure milk sold on the market. Zhan Fei opened the bag and tried a sip, then closed his eyes, savoring the taste.

This milk was better than any milk he had ever tasted, fresh, fragrant, and smooth, with no unpleasant aftertaste. It made him want to drink more. Zhan Fei drank several large gulps, and in a short while, he had finished the entire bag of milk.

After finishing, he took out a second bag and started drinking it. This showed how good the milk produced by the skill was. Zhan Fei instantly decided that unless the milk production was very high, he would keep ten bags for himself every day before selling.

Such delicious milk wouldn't be hard to sell. As for the market, Zhan Fei had already thought it through. He would go directly to the school canteen to promote it. After tasting his milk, Zhan Fei was very confident about selling it.

Thinking of this, he acted. It was around four or five o'clock, and the canteen staff were cooking. There were very few people in the canteen, making it the perfect time for Zhan Fei to go. He silently thought, "Take out forty portions of milk!"

Then, Zhan Fei felt a weight in his hand, and a large bag appeared, containing forty portions of milk. The system seemed quite user-friendly. Thinking this, Zhan Fei took the forty portions of milk to the school canteen. The school was large and had two canteens. Zhan Fei usually ate at the first canteen, so his target was the first canteen.

The first canteen had three shops mainly selling breakfast and snacks. One was called the Bun Shop, which sold buns, various porridges, tea eggs, and other Chinese breakfast items. Another was called Daily Breakfast, which was more Western, selling milk, bread, soy milk, and other items.

The last one was called Good Mood Breakfast, located on the second floor of the first canteen. Compared to the other two, it had poorer business. This shop combined Chinese and Western styles, selling tofu pudding, soy milk, bread, milk, and other items.

Although Zhan Fei often ate at the Bun Shop, they didn't sell milk. Good Mood Breakfast had a poor location and poor business, so he naturally chose Daily Breakfast.

Holding the bag of milk, Zhan Fei went straight to Daily Breakfast. Since there were few people, most of the staff were cooking, and only a man in his thirties, who was quite fat, was sitting there. Zhan Fei said, "Master, I want to discuss something with you. Are you interested?"

The man, who was chatting on his phone, looked up impatiently and said, "What's the matter?"

Just his look and tone made Zhan Fei somewhat annoyed, but thinking about doing business, he suppressed his annoyance and said, "I have a batch of high-quality milk. Are you interested?"

The man waved his hand and said, "Not interested! Get lost! We have our own stable supply!"

Zhan Fei didn't say anything more and went directly to the second floor. Since the other party was indifferent, Zhan Fei was confident that they would regret it. He believed that his milk could attract many people. Although students wouldn't deliberately go to the second floor to buy food, when there was a significant difference in quality, most students would be willing to walk a few more steps.

Zhan Fei went to the second floor and walked to Good Mood Breakfast. A woman in her thirties was sitting there. Although she was not young, she still had a charming presence. Seeing Zhan Fei, she said, "Student, what do you need?"

Zhan Fei replied, "Sister, I have a batch of high-quality milk. I want to supply it to you. Is that okay?"

Hearing this, the woman said, "High-quality?"

Zhan Fei took out a bag and said, "Try a sip?"

The woman hesitated and said, "Is there any problem with it?"

Zhan Fei took out his student ID and said, "This is my student ID. Do you think I have a reason to do this?"