The strongest production soldier, awarded first-class merit for feeding pigs.

"Squad Leader Pan, I've just joined the company, and I hope the squad leaders will take good care of me in the future. We're having a dinner party tonight, so I bought some small gifts for everyone to add to the atmosphere," Chen Jun explained with a smile.

"Oh, I see. You're pretty quick-witted. You'll definitely do well in the company from now on."

Seeing how sensible Chen Jun was, Pan Wenjun's furrowed brows relaxed. He assumed Chen Jun had just bought some small things and didn't think much of it.

Pointing to the bag on the ground, he said, "These contain seasonings. Be careful when you take them, don't break them."

"OK."

Chen Jun nodded, picked up the things on the ground, and ran away with light steps.

After loading the seasonings onto the truck, Chen Jun headed straight for the department store. When he passed a small supermarket, he stopped and went inside.

Tobacco and alcohol go hand in hand; if you buy alcohol, how can you leave out cigarettes?

"Boss, give me ten cartons of this cigarette," Chen Jun said, pointing to the Black Impression brand.

"Ten articles?"

The boss wasn't happy; instead, he frowned.

Those who can do business in this border area must have some understanding of the military.

Chen Jun was carrying a crutch on his shoulder, clearly a greenhorn. The boss didn't believe a greenhorn could have so much money to buy cigarettes.

Ten black-plated shirts cost over 6000; are new recruits buying them?

This is ridiculous!

"What? Ten won't do?"

Seeing the boss's displeased expression, Chen Jun knew that the boss thought he, a greenhorn, couldn't afford so many cigarettes, and his eyes turned cold as well.

"These cigarettes are over sixty yuan a pack, ten cartons? Hehe, you can just buy one pack to try."

The boss held his nose high and made sarcastic remarks.

"One packet? A sample? You're a perfectly normal person, how come you have such dog eyes?"

Chen Jun disliked people who looked down on others. He pulled a wad of crisp new bills from his pocket, slammed them on the table, and shouted, "Is this ten thousand enough?"

The boss's eyes lit up when he saw the 10,000 yuan.

He demonstrated right there and then what it means to be greedy for money!

He jumped up from the chair in a flash, his expression changing drastically. All his sarcastic and strange demeanor vanished, leaving only a wrinkled old face with a forced smile.

"Hehe, that's enough."

The shopkeeper took out a cigarette and handed it to him, saying with a smile, "You soldiers usually smoke Hongtashan cigarettes. Only veterans occasionally buy a pack or two to treat themselves to this expensive cigarette."

I never expected you to be like them, spending 10,000 yuan so readily. It really opened my eyes.

Please forgive my petty behavior. Don't stoop to my level, someone from a poor, rural area who's never seen the world. I sincerely apologize. Here, have a smoke first.

The boss's attitude changed so quickly; he threw all his pride away when it came to money.

This was also unexpected for Chen Jun.

Thinking that this town is so small, and we'll be seeing each other all the time for the next few years, there will be plenty of opportunities for cooperation, so there's no need to make things worse.

Chen Jun casually took the cigarette and clipped it to his ear, saying, "Watch your eyes more in the future. If you serve me well, you'll have plenty of big business in the future."

As a billionaire with 800 million yuan in savings, Chen Jun spoke with great confidence.

"Yes, yes, you're right, sir."

The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly, almost bowing, and then said with a hint of nervousness, "This kind of good cigarette is not sold in large quantities, and I dare not stock too much of it. The tobacco bureau also supplies very little of it."

I've been stockpiling stock for a year, and I only have five in total. Can I use other brands to make up the remaining five? I have a few Zhonghua and Black King Kong models that are about the same price.

The people who come to this small town are all locals from the mountains, and their consumption level is extremely low.

Running a tobacco and liquor store only earns a few thousand yuan a month. If it weren't for taking care of my elderly parents, I could easily earn more by doing odd jobs outside.

It's rare to meet a money god like Chen Jun; one deal with him can earn you a month's worth of money normally.

Not to mention Chen Jun was wearing a private's camouflage uniform, which made it clear that he was going to stay here for at least two years. If he could build a good relationship, he wouldn't have to worry about not having business for the next two years.

The boss really didn't want to miss out.

"Anyway, I'm buying these cigarettes just to spend the system's money, and incidentally to build good relationships with my comrades and pave the way for the next few years. As long as they're good cigarettes, the brand doesn't matter."

Chen Jun thought for a moment and said readily, "Okay, as long as the quality is similar, just pack it all up for me. You can count the price yourself."

Chen Jun gestured with his chin towards the table, indicating that the boss should do it himself.

"Wow, whose young master is this who's enlisting in the army? He's spending way too much! Not only is the price negotiable, but he's just going to let me take ten thousand yuan like that?"

The boss was truly shocked. In all his years in business, this was the first time he had encountered such a generous customer.

Under this intense shock, when the boss looked up at Chen Jun again, he felt that three golden characters had appeared above Chen Jun's head—

God of Wealth!!

In order to keep this money-making god from going to other stores, there are more than one tobacco and liquor store in the small town, and the owner dares not take a penny more than necessary.

Even though Chen Jun generously told him to take whatever he wanted, the boss still rounded down the bill to zero after settling the bill.

"The God of Wealth... uh."

Almost blurting out what he was thinking, the shopkeeper awkwardly scratched his head, handed over the remaining money, and said, "Young man, ten cartons of cigarettes cost 6280 yuan in total, I'll take 6200 yuan from you, round it down. Hope you'll do more business with me in the future."

"Boss, I really like your current attitude. Keep it up, but..."

Chen Jun abruptly changed the subject, took the money the shopkeeper handed him, took out another hundred yuan, and stuffed it into the shopkeeper's hand, saying, "Don't worry about rounding it down, I don't need the money. I'll round it down for you."

After Chen Jun finished speaking, he picked up the bag, turned around, and left, leaving the shopkeeper, who was holding a hundred yuan, completely dumbfounded.

Having lived for over fifty years since birth, he had seen all sorts of things, but only today did he realize that there was such an amazing operation as reverse rounding down.

If Chen Jun hadn't run away so quickly, the boss would have had to kneel down to him.

Chen Jun never expected that his unintentional action would overturn the decades-old understanding of a small supermarket owner, and the eyes of the owner were already sparkling with admiration.

In his view, rounding down to zero was harming him and was a stumbling block to his lottery participation.

Now, after buying alcohol and cigarettes, Chen Jun has spent more than 10,000 yuan, and he can finally open the treasure chest he has been looking forward to for a long time.

This is what he cares about most.

"Everyone says that the newbie gift pack gives you benefits and that you'll win at the beginning when you gamble at the casino. This system's lucky draw should give me some buffs too, right?"

As Chen Jun walked toward the department store where he had just bought the wine, he silently invoked the system light screen.

"What the hell?"

Upon seeing the amount of money spent displayed on the screen, Chen Jun suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening as if they were about to pop out.