Rebirth 2010: I taught Mr. Lei how to make a mobile phone

Chapter 769 Zero Yuan Purchase

After a day of development, the situation escalated further.

When a supermarket employee arrived at the store early in the morning, he was shocked to find ashes of burnt paper money scattered in front of the door, and neatly arranged white wreaths with black characters on both sides. The wreath on the left read "May your business prosper" and the wreath on the right read "May your ambitions be realized".

This highly ironic "blessing" caused customers who originally intended to enter the store to detour, fearing they might be tainted by bad luck.

Meanwhile, a different "spectacle" was unfolding in front of several other supermarkets: in the empty square, high-powered speakers were playing "Today is a Good Day" on a loop, and a group of elderly people were singing and dancing, creating a scene of peace and prosperity.

This absurd scene attracted many passersby to stop and take pictures. Unaware customers thought it was an abstract marketing campaign planned by the supermarket. However, when they entered the store with curiosity, they found that the store had been turned into a "senior activity center" and could only leave cursing.

What's even more frustrating for supermarket management is that these "performance art" acts continued to gain traction during the Golden Week holiday, with related videos and discussions spreading wildly on social media, becoming fodder for netizens' conversations.

The company's public relations department was overwhelmed, but it was still unable to extinguish the escalating media storm, because their voices were extinguished by the platform before they could even be lit.

This has left the heads of these supermarket companies in a real bind, as they are either "putting out fires" or on their way to "put out fires."

In fact, they had already called 110 on the first day of the "biological attack," and in the past two days, they even sent people to ask the police station what was going on.

But they also admitted that they were truly helpless and had no good solutions.

Take pooping for example. Pooping and farting are natural. Who told you that the supermarket didn't have a toilet? It's not normal for someone your age to be unable to hold their poop. And they did ask, although there are many suspicious things about this matter, but they insisted that they ate something bad and had diarrhea, so there's nothing anyone can do about it.

From a legal perspective, it is difficult for elderly people to commit substantive illegal acts when they defecate in public places due to "gastrointestinal discomfort" or engage in recreational activities such as square dancing.

Even when the people involved are criticized and educated, these elderly people always "humbly accept the criticism but resolutely refuse to change," and they come to the supermarket on time the next day to "clock in for work."

For these elders who are so secure in body and spirit that they have no flaws whatsoever, one cannot speak harshly; one must appease them. If anything were to happen to them, it would be a troublesome affair that would be impossible to extricate oneself from.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the "Seven Warring States" QQ group is becoming increasingly tense.

The current situation is that among the seven chain supermarkets, they have been hit hard in the past few days. If we count them according to the other side, 125 was attacked by "excretion", 134 was blocked by walls, and 256 is deeply involved in square dancing and "occupation by the elderly".

Initially, everyone pointed the finger at Pang Donglai, but as things developed, the seed of doubt that had been there before began to grow rapidly.

Everyone has their own judgment: is it a competitor taking advantage of the situation to fish in troubled waters and reap the benefits?

"Damn, should we still cause trouble for Fatty Donglai?"

"Stop it. If it really is Fatty Donglai, who knows what other trouble he might cause by jumping around in their face."

"I don't care what you think, I'm quitting. I don't want to get splashed with feces again."

"I'm afraid our real opponent isn't Pang Donglai at all, but rather someone from within our own ranks. Perhaps someone wants to reap the benefits without lifting a finger, using Pang Donglai as a distraction. In that case, we'll all become stepping stones. Don't you think so, @YonghuiPengHuasheng?"

"Hey everyone, did you notice that one of them seems to be fine?"

When one of them said that, several people in the group realized, "Right, why is Yonghui completely unaffected?"

"Jingkelong and Wumart next door have both been targeted, so why is Yonghui the only one unscathed? Would Pang Donglai really be so kind?"

"With the rise and fall of companies, Pang Donglai and Yonghui have become the most popular recently. It turns out there's a traitor among us!"

"Based on all the clues, there is only one truth. @Peng Huasheng, what are you trying to deny?"

This discovery was like a boulder thrown into calm water, causing an immediate uproar within the group.

Some people suspect that Yonghui and Pang Donglai are secretly colluding, while others speculate that this is a carefully designed scheme to sow discord.

Faced with the accusations from the group, the group leader Peng Huasheng was furious. "Funny mud pee! I created this group, I came up with the idea. It's one thing to suspect me of malicious speculation about Chen Mo before, but now all the mudslinging is being pinned on me. How am I supposed to know why I'm fine? Does that mean Yonghui should just die?"

"These past two days, I've seen people from Pang Donglai come to your store. How do you explain this?"

"How would I know what they're here for? Why should I explain? Believe it or not."

"Heh, keep making things up. It's precisely because you created this group and took the initiative to act as the intelligence center that you created the hypothetical enemy Chen Mo, forming an information cocoon and making us do everything we can to destroy Pang Donglai. If I still believe you this time, I'm an idiot!"

Peng Huasheng: "I, I was originally a craftsman with a heart set on the bright moon. Enough, enough. In the end, let me tell you the truth: justice resides in the hearts of the people. You all deserve what you got!"

System notification: The "Seven Warring States" QQ group has been disbanded by the group owner!
This group was created and disbanded in less than a month.

One QQ group was disbanded, and four QQ groups were created. These groups were the result of a private alliance formed by the other six regional managers based on their own judgment.

That evening, the four groups were filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers as people cursed a certain traitor and his ancestors for eighteen generations.

Soon these people even lost the will to curse.

Because a new wave of evil has begun to emerge, far more turbulent than the previous one.

October 7th, the last day of the Golden Week holiday. Inside Yonghui Supermarket, a series of staged accidents caused chaos.

When Peng Huasheng received the news, he was so angry he laughed, and slammed his fist on the table.

"Fine, so you didn't use any of Fatty Donglai's tricks, but instead used them all on me, huh?"

This incident became the final straw that broke his back.

He had good intentions in organizing this meeting, hoping to unite various parties to jointly defend against foreign enemies, but what was the result?

With a little trickery, the so-called "allies" panicked, became suspicious of each other, and even turned on him.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings!"

Peng Huasheng felt a chilling sense of loss, as if all his passion had been wasted.

Since you all believe I'm a traitor, then I'll just betray you and show you!
Instead of associating with these idiots, we might as well just 'join the Communists'!
As for those staged accidents? He knew they were simply a matter of paying money to avoid trouble.

This level of scheming leaves no evidence whatsoever. Who is the mastermind behind it can only be determined by personal judgment—but even a fool could guess that it was those competitors who did it.

Therefore, he submitted a report to his superiors without hesitation: "Feasibility Analysis on Cooperation with Pang Donglai".

The report provides a detailed analysis of Pang Donglai's business model and market potential, and even includes the financial data he possesses. It also outlines the potential benefits of future cooperation.

The core conclusion is this: cooperating with Pang Donglai is far more beneficial than harmful.

Just as Peng Huasheng was plotting to "invest in fattening," the final wave of evil, like dark clouds in the sky, began to sweep across several other supermarkets.

The supermarket staff were on the verge of a mental breakdown. Although they were still forcing themselves to smile and provide service, their eyes had long since lost their vitality.

The employees could only console themselves: "It can't get any worse than the first day..."

Security forces have increased several times over, and every security guard is on high alert, their faces etched with vigilance. They constantly scan every corner, fearing that another old man clutching his stomach might suddenly appear from somewhere.

The presence of these security guards gave the employees some confidence; at least things couldn't get any worse than the first day. Some employees now don't even dare to recall that brutal scene, fearing they'll throw up their dinner from the night before.

Despite a sharp decline in customer traffic compared to previous years, the company still managed to attract a considerable number of consumers thanks to its aggressive promotional activities.

However, the employees couldn't help but feel uneasy when they saw that nearly half of the customers were elderly.

"Today... should be able to get through it safely, right?"

They even began to miss the "ordinary workdays" they used to complain about.

Now, it has become a luxury.

However, Murphy's Law proved true once again—what you fear most is what happens most often.

This time, the problem wasn't with people, but with the POS system suddenly crashing, causing long queues and severe congestion at the checkout area.

Modern life moves at a very fast pace, and shopping time is carefully calculated—picking up the kids, cooking, dating…

Nobody wants to waste time in the supermarket.

However, the system failed to recover for a long time, and the public's patience gradually wore thin, leading to a growing sense of resentment.
"We've been waiting for 20 minutes, and the team hasn't moved an inch. You don't even have an emergency plan?"

"The system's down, are we just supposed to wait? Don't supermarkets provide regular training?"

"Stop queuing! They can't solve this problem at all!"

More and more people are simply leaving their shopping carts behind, grumbling and cursing.

The supermarket issued an emergency apology via broadcast, promising to compensate for the delay with vouchers and temporarily opening a cash checkout lane.

But the problem is, who carries cash these days?
Manual checkout is extremely inefficient, and the queue remains stagnant.

The remaining people fell into the "sunk cost" trap and took a chance, thinking that they had waited so long and what if things would recover soon?

As time ticked by, various complaints and grumbles arose from the crowd inside the supermarket, and the atmosphere inside grew increasingly tense, mirroring the dark clouds in the sky outside.

Finally, a muffled clap of thunder boomed, as if some kind of signal had been given from the depths of the universe.

Wearing a mask, Wu Liangde and several other 'old comrades' in the crowd exchanged glances and nodded. It was time to take the lead and charge forward.

As for why he was wearing a mask, the reason is simple: his "performance" a couple of days ago was too outstanding, making him a darling of major media outlets and leading to his being blacklisted by major shopping malls and supermarkets, forcing him to change his appearance.

Then, several elderly people, including Wu Liangde, suddenly raised their voices and started cursing, trying to provoke people who were already on edge.
(End of this chapter)