Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

"No!! Kill me! Please, just kill me!!"

Aunt Xu let out a desperate squeal, but her mouth was quickly gagged, her legs were broken, and she was dragged away.

The other burly men from the patrol teams didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy; they were beaten and dragged away.

The administrators looked at each other, waiting for Lu Fan's instructions.

Lu Fan squatted on the ground, staring at the oil stain mixed with mud, and sighed with a pained expression.

"Oh, what a tragedy! This is oil that everyone in the slums saved from the last drop of their own making, and they didn't want to eat a single drop, and now it's all spilled here!"

The head administrator's eyelids twitched, and he immediately understood.

"Don't worry, Mr. Lu! We'll compensate you! We'll have someone send a can of soybean oil over right away!"

Lu Fan nodded slightly, his gaze then drifting to the bruised and swollen young men on the ground, and the girl huddled on the ground trembling.

"You know, we employees are already physically weak! This shock is devastating, both physically and mentally. How are we supposed to work after this? Who's going to be responsible if the project is delayed?"

The administrator gritted his teeth, his heart bleeding, but he still had to force a smile: "We'll pay! We'll pay for everything! Medical expenses, lost wages, and compensation for emotional distress—we'll cover it all! We'll arrange the best doctor right away!"

Lu Fan straightened up, the gloom on his face vanishing.

"Hey, that's right! Then stop standing there and get your stall set up. You can't afford to lose money if you delay my business."

……

Ten minutes later.

The stalls have been set up again.

A shallow iron pot sits on a simple stove, with firewood burning brightly underneath.

As the oil heats up, it begins to smoke.

Zhang Xiaomin threw the fish bones, which were covered with fish paste, into the pot.

Sizzle—!

The hot oil churned, and countless tiny bubbles enveloped the fish bones, rapidly expanding until they turned an enticing golden color.

A powerful, caramelized aroma of oil instantly filled the entire square.

The residents who had initially looked down on the oil involuntarily stopped in their tracks, their Adam's apples bobbing as they stared intently into the frying pan.

That's oil!

In a residential area where even synthetic meat is rationed, this purely high-calorie fried food is simply irresistible.

These refugees are really willing to spend a lot of money!

Even so, no one dared to step forward.

After all, these are things made by refugees; who knows if they're clean or not?

Lu Fan noticed that this group of people were putting on an act.

He picked up a crispy fried fish bone with long chopsticks, drained the oil, and offered it directly to Shen Qingyue's mouth.

"Come on, big star, it's your turn to perform."

Shen Qingyue frowned as she looked at the still sizzling, oily thing.

"This...this is what you're eating?"

It smelled fishy and oily, and looked like something someone had left over and recycled.

Lu Fan didn't say anything, but simply held up three fingers and shook them.

"If you don't eat it, I'll take away a strawberry!"

Shen Qingyue gritted her teeth.

I'll give it my all! It's just a fish bone!

She closed her eyes, brushed her hair behind her ear, opened her red lips, and took a bite.

Click.

The crispy outer shell crackles between your teeth, followed by a burst of rich, savory flavor in your mouth.

It didn't have the fishy smell I expected; instead, it had a fresh, savory aroma.

Shen Qingyue's eyes widened instantly.

This smells amazing!

She originally only intended to take a bite as a formality, but she couldn't stop. In just a few bites, she gnawed the entire fish bone clean, even licking the oil off her fingers.

"Delicious!" she blurted out instinctively.

Lu Fan smiled and immediately opened his mouth.

"Take a look!"

"Exclusive Secret Recipe for Golden Fried Fish Bones! Only 1 point! You won't regret it!"

"Order now and you'll not only get to enjoy the same food as celebrities, but also receive an autographed photo!"

Shen Qingyue, who was sucking her fingers, suddenly froze.

She glared at Lu Fan: "When did I agree to give him an autograph?!"

Lu Fan didn't say anything, but quietly took a strawberry out of his pocket and wiped it on his sleeve.

"Add one more."

Shen Qingyue's expression changed instantly. She grabbed the paper and pen beside her, her face beaming with a smile: "Sign! You absolutely must sign!"

At this point, the surrounding residents who had been watching couldn't sit still any longer.

"Give me one! I want one with my goddess's autograph!"

"I want one too! Only 1 point? That's so cheap, even cheaper than the cafeteria!"

"And that wooden comb, give me one too!"

The crowd surged forward.

"Don't push! Line up! Everyone gets a share!"

Zhang Xiaomin and several other young people were so busy that they barely had time to breathe, with only the constant beeping of their wristbands indicating their points.

……

at the same time

North Island, Song Group Building.

The office door was kicked open.

A man stumbled in, grease still clinging to the corner of his mouth.

"Young Master Song! Something terrible has happened!"

Song Hanzheng placed the research report on the table, frowning as she looked at the man whose mouth was greasy.

"explain!"

"Lu Fan... that kid has a stall in the square! Business is booming!"

The man swallowed hard. "Even Miss Shen was there promoting it for him, and even giving out autographs! The whole East Island was practically drawn to it!"

Song Han's eyes narrowed.

That arrogant woman, Shen Qingyue, actually went to endorse and promote his products?

Didn't she want to tear this guy apart?

"Uncle Zhong!"

Uncle Zhong emerged silently from the shadows.

"Young Master!"

"What exactly is the situation with Lu Fan's slum?"

Uncle Zhong pondered for a moment: "Based on my observations over the past few days, the East Island refugee slum has indeed changed somewhat. There are more strange buildings, and it's not dark at night anymore... But I don't recognize any of the faces, so I didn't dare to go in, for fear of alerting them."

Song Han tapped her fingers lightly on the table.

In just ten days.

Can you start producing goods from a muddy puddle?

This cannot be explained by the word "ability" alone.

He turned to look at the man who had come to deliver the message.

"Liu Bo".

"exist!"

Song Han sized him up. "Later, disguise yourself as a refugee and infiltrate the East Island slums. Find out what's going on there!"

Liu Bo was taken aback: "Huh? What?!"

"Otherwise what?"

Song Han's tone left no room for argument, "I need to know what's inside, what they eat, what they use, and how many people are in there. It would be best if they caused some damage, so I can see their emergency response capabilities!"

"Yes...yes!" Liu Bo didn't dare to refuse and turned to leave.

"stop."

Song Han called out to him and then turned to instruct Uncle Zhong.

"Take him to the back, tear his clothes, and smear mud and feces on his face."

"Make him look like he's starving before sending him over!"

……

Half an hour later.

Outside the gate of the East Island refugee slum.

Liu Bo reeked of a sour stench, his face was streaked with black and white, and his clothes were tattered and hanging on his body.

He was really hungry.

Just now, Uncle Zhong forced him to vomit a lot of stomach acid in order to make it look realistic.

At this moment, he stood at the gate, looking at the two guards holding steel pipes, his heart pounding wildly!

"stop!"

The guard shouted, "What are you doing? Where did you come from?"

Liu Bo shuddered, squeezed out two tears as he followed the script, and knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Brothers... please have mercy!"

"I escaped from North Island... They don't give us food there, and they kill people... I haven't eaten for three days, please take me in!"

The two guards exchanged a glance.

One of them looked him up and down and nodded.

"Okay, he does look like a refugee."

"Come in and register with us, but let me make this clear from the start: once you're in, you'll have to work. We don't support idlers here."

Liu Bo was overjoyed and quickly kowtowed, saying, "Thank you, brother! I'm strong! I can work!"

The door slowly opened.

Liu Bo followed him inside with his head down.

However, the moment he looked up and saw the scene inside the cave, he froze completely in place.

Is this a slum?!

The smooth brick road stretches to the horizon.

On both sides of the road, there are rows of tall lampposts and even a few brick houses.

At the center, a huge gray monument stands in the middle of the square, where refugees gather happily, chatting and laughing.

Even more outrageous, he could actually smell the aroma of food!

This doesn't taste like the swill that refugees eat; it tastes like a proper stew!

Liu Bo rubbed his eyes and pinched his thigh hard.

It's not a dream.

He turned around, looked at the desolate mudflats behind him, and then at this place that resembled a small town.

Is this a slum or a paradise?!