Chapter 12: He, the King of That Place!

Lao Li obviously didn't understand, and impatiently waved his hand.

"Alright, alright, stop pulling these useless things on me."

"Just say it straight—what exactly do you want to do?"

Zhang Niupi chuckled smugly, then lowered his voice again.

"So I've decided!"

"Everyone else is throwing it away; I'm going to scoop the bottom!"

"Do you even know what 'scooping the bottom' means?"

"It's just picking up leftovers!"

He extended a finger and tapped on the table.

"Now those unwanted physical industries, especially the ones that look dirty and tiring, have dropped in price to grandma's house!"

"One by one they're rushing to cash out, to exchange for those damn offerings!"

"This, right here, is my chance!"

He paused briefly, a glint flashing in his eyes.

"I'm preparing to acquire a small food processing plant!"

"Think about it! No matter how strong a person is, they still have to eat, right?"

"Canned goods, sausages, instant foods—those are the hard‑currency that can fill a belly!"

"When those lunatics have blown all their money, or a real catastrophe hits and food becomes scarce, with people crying and begging for a meal, the pricing power will be in my hands!"

"Then I'll be the Food King of Jiangcheng!"

Food processing plant…

Boom!

Su Ming's mind was struck by a Jinglei that boomed like an explosion!

Blood?

As many as you need in the Slaughterhouse!

He had thought of that before.

But he imagined working for others, with many people and eyes everywhere, which is completely unmanageable!

But if he follows that older brother's bottom‑scooping, acquires a Slaughterhouse, and becomes the boss himself?

Shut the door!

He is the king there!

The source of blood will become incredibly stable, incredibly hidden, and flow endlessly!

"Indeed…"

"When you're sleepy, someone will bring a pillow."

At the neighboring table, Zhang Niupi was still spitting as he painted his business‑empire blueprint for Lao Li.

Meanwhile, Su Ming had left his seat, hurried home, and began researching relevant information.

【Jiangcheng Slaughterhouse Transfer】!

【Jiangcheng Meat Union Factory for Sale】!

Press Enter!

On the screen, several pieces of information popped up instantly.

Just as Zhang Niupi described, everywhere there were 【Urgent Sale】, 【Crying Sale】 Blood Red Tag!

The sudden altar era shook all physical industries.

Countless people want to cash out to gamble on a vague, illusory future!

Su Ming's gaze swept across the screen rapidly.

Soon, his pupils contracted, locking onto one piece of information.

【Jiangcheng West Suburb Small Slaughterhouse, urgently needs cash for personal reasons, fully equipped, water and electricity, includes independent cold storage, price negotiable!】

Publication time: this morning.

The most crucial part is the address!

That place is rarely visited, terrain is complex.

Perfect!

It's literally a Secret Base tailor‑made for him!

Su Ming's heart hammered, with almost no hesitation, he dialed the phone number on the post.

"Beep… beep…"

It rang only twice, then the phone was instantly connected.

"Hello?! Hi! Did you… did you see the post I posted?"

On the other end, the man's voice was extremely anxious, fearing Su Ming would hang up.

Su Ming walked to the window, his voice calm.

"Yes, I'm a bit interested in your Slaughterhouse."

"Ah! That's great! That's great!"

The man on the other end was so excited he babbled incoherently.

"Let me tell you, my plant is definitely a great place!"

"All the equipment is newly replaced… I have a family issue, need cash urgently, otherwise I'd rather die than sell!"

"Rest assured, all paperwork and contracts are complete, the process is simple, and it won't waste any time!"

Su Ming cut off his nonsense outright.

He could tell that this was a gambler whose eyes were already bloodshot from losing.

"2 p. m., meet at the Slaughterhouse gate."

"Great! I'll be here all day waiting for you! No leaving until we meet!"

He hung up the phone and Su Ming glanced at the bank account balance.

Not much.

But it was all the family's savings.

To some, this sum might not even buy a few decent offerings.

But now, it might purchase a real Dragon Nest for him!

……

2 p. m., Jiangcheng West Suburb.

Su Ming met the Slaughterhouse owner, Liu Pangzi, who wore a floral shirt and was slightly plump.

The guy was pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pan in front of the rusted iron Gate.

The moment he saw Su Ming, he rushed over with a beaming smile.

"Hey there, little brother! You finally made it!"

Liu Pangzi rubbed his hands, his face oily with flattery, and led Su Ming into the dilapidated factory area, spitting as he gave a tour.

"This slaughter line was just overhauled last month at great expense!"

"That cold storage over there has top‑notch cooling!"

Su Ming said nothing.

He only scanned every corner of the factory with his eyes, his expression calm.

His indifferent demeanor only made Liu Pangzi feel even more uneasy.

Finally, he couldn't hold back and tentatively quoted an inflated price.

Su Ming remained silent, merely shaking his head.

"No… not high, little brother!"

"This is truly a Jump‑off Price!"

Su Ming interrupted aloud, immediately naming a figure 40% lower than the opponent's quote.

"You… you're kidding!"

Liu Pangzi looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"My lighting equipment alone costs more than that!"

Su Ming turned and walked away.

"Hey! Hey! Little brother! Don't go!"

Liu Pangzi grabbed Su Ming's arm tightly, his face full of struggle.

Sell, and lose so much you end up at grandma's house.

If you don't sell, missing this village today means it's over completely!

Half a minute later, Liu Pangzi collapsed as if all the bones in his body had been pulled out.

"Alright…"

He squeezed a word out between his teeth.

"Sell!"

An hour later, the agreement was signed and the money settled.

Liu Pangzi shoved a bunch of keys into Su Ming's hand and ran off without looking back, fearing Su Ming might change his mind.

He's going to gamble!

With this money, he'll gamble at the altar to win back everything he's lost!

Su Ming weighed the heavy keys in his hand, and a faint smile finally curved his lips.

Standing in the open center of the slaughterhouse bay, he sensed a faint scent of blood that oddly felt sweet.

From today onward.

This place is his Secret Base.

It's his… Dragon Nest!

Su Ming began patrolling his territory.

Slaughter Area, Cutting Area, Acid‑draining Room, Cold Storage…

Though small as a sparrow, it has all five organs.

Earlier, Liu Pangzi had also given him the contact information for a nearby Livestock Farm, directly solving the supply issue.

Everything proceeded unbelievably smoothly.

Finally, Su Ming pushed open the underground hidden compartment, a storage room piled with discarded planks and worn‑out tires.

It was dark and damp, exuding a musty odor.

Su Ming was about to turn and leave.

Suddenly.

His steps halted, and his gaze suddenly fixed on the corner deep inside the storage room!

There, a pile of rotten wood lay.

Yet between the wood's cracks, an extremely faint Energy Fluctuation was precisely captured by his Eye of Truth!

"Huh… what is that?"

Su Ming took a deep breath, cautiously stepped forward, and pushed aside the Decay wooden board.

His pupils suddenly contracted!