8: Chapter 8 Final Payment Collection

Ye Qingqing held the pendant, swinging it a few times in the air.

If one looked closely, they would notice the pendant had lost its luster, because the most important space within it had already awakened. Now, this pendant was nothing but a worthless stone.

Immediately after, Ye Qingqing tossed the pendant straight into the air. It traced a graceful parabola, and when Lin Wanrou saw it,

her expression filled with panic, terrified the pendant might accidentally fall to the ground. She even shoved Fu Peisheng aside forcefully to try and catch it. Then, as the pendant was about to hit the ground, Lin Wanrou lunged forward, throwing herself down and landing heavily on the floor.

Unfortunately, Lin Wanrou was too slow. Her body made intimate contact with the ground, and the pendant shattered.

Because Lin Wanrou was wearing a miniskirt when she went out with Fu Peisheng today.

Now, due to the exaggerated movement, her entire lower half was exposed, revealing her black underwear.

"Wanrou!" Fu Peisheng, standing nearby, turned livid, looking at Lin Wanrou with utter disbelief.

Lin Wanrou, reacting belatedly, couldn't help but let out a scream.

But that scream attracted even more people to stop and watch.

Some onlookers, never one to shy away from drama, even took out their phones to record the scene.

"Ye Qingqing, do you know how valuable this pendant is! You actually smashed it like that!"

Lin Wanrou stared at the shattered pieces of the pendant on the ground, her eyes filled with incredulity.

"Brother Fu, don't blame Qingqing. I was just trying to do what's best for you both. I just didn't expect the pendant to still break."

Ye Qingqing didn't have time to waste arguing with this scumbag and his mistress. The Post-Apocalyptic World was arriving tomorrow, and she still had many things to do.

Looking at two shopping carts filled to the brim with supplies—small cakes, cooked food, snacks, she even bought a large plush toy—Ye Qingqing completely ignored the two and headed straight for the checkout counter.

However, a doubt lingered in Ye Qingqing's mind: why did Lin Wanrou want her pendant so badly? Did she know something?

But even if she did, in this lifetime, Ye Qingqing wouldn't let them off easily.

Just after Ye Qingqing loaded the supermarket goods into her car and was about to drive off, planning to find a secluded corner to store the supplies in her space,

she received a call from the restaurant upstairs.

"Miss Ye, your ordered meals are ready. When would you like us to deliver them down?"

Ye Qingqing thought for a moment: "In two minutes."

After saying this, Ye Qingqing drove out for a short loop. Arriving at the mall's underground parking, she just saw the servers from upstairs pushing carts in one by one.

As the servers were wondering where the person was, they saw a dilapidated wuling hongguang mpv slowly pull up in front of them.

"Load it up here." Ye Qingqing looked at the empty back seat and couldn't help but admire: this MPV was great, it could hold so much. Plus, it was covered with black film, so outsiders couldn't see what was inside at all.

Ye Qingqing's eyes lit up seeing the back compartment once again packed full of cooked food.

After the Post-Apocalyptic World arrived, at least she wouldn't go hungry when it came to food.

Ye Qingqing drove the MPV on the road, taking advantage of a small side street with few surveillance cameras.

She directly reached her hand into the back compartment, and the full load of cooked food was instantly stored into her space.

Ah Huang, watching this, was no longer surprised, because Ah Huang knew all these things went into the mysterious room it had entered last night.

When Ye Qingqing drove to the Warehouse, she saw Wang Hai standing in front of it again. However, today's Wang Hai was clearly different from yesterday's. When he saw Ye Qingqing, his eyes were filled with excitement.

Ye Qingqing didn't dawdle either. She picked up her phone and transferred another 100 yuan to Wang Hai.

Looking at Wang Hai, she said: "Alright, you should head back now."

Actually, Wang Hai was puzzled. Yesterday, the Warehouse was piled high and full. How come in just one night, today it was completely empty? And today, many new goods were delivered, even including medical supplies.

But looking at the 100 yuan on his phone, Wang Hai swallowed his questions. After all, they were just supplies. Ye Qingqing wasn't doing anything heinous.

Wang Hai couldn't interfere, so he bottled up his doubts. Anyway, as long as he got paid, that was fine.

Ye Qingqing looked at Wang Hai, thinking that this person had, after all, watched the Warehouse for her for two days.

She couldn't help but remind him: "The Typhoon is coming soon. Buy some supplies and go home early."

Hearing Ye Qingqing's words, Wang Hai initially didn't pay much mind. But looking at the sky, he felt a vague sense of unease. So after returning home, he immediately ordered a large amount of food online.

Regardless, one doesn't go out during Typhoon weather. Little did he know, this very action of Wang Hai's would help him survive the initial stages of the Post-Apocalyptic World.

After Wang Hai left, Ye Qingqing stored all the Warehouse supplies into her space. Looking at the medical supplies in her space, her face blossomed into a wide smile.

However, the next moment, her smile vanished, because Zhao Xiaosi had come to urge for the final payment.

Ye Qingqing originally intended to pay him, but she never expected this batch of medical supplies to cost 500,000 yuan!

Ye Qingqing was out of money, truly out of money.

She only had 300,000 left in her card. Stockpiling supplies was an extremely financial resources-consuming endeavor.

Ye Qingqing cleared her throat and still called Zhao Xiaosi.

"Brother Zhao, here's the thing. You see, I bought so much from Sister Song. You know I'm someone who doesn't lack money, but my card got limited today. How about this: I'll transfer the money to you tomorrow, what do you say?"

Zhao Xiaosi was initially skeptical, but Just so Song Meimei happened to be right beside him.

After hearing this, Song Meimei directly slapped Zhao Xiaosi on the head.

"Why wouldn't you agree! She's a big boss, would she be short of your little money! You! Just relax!"

Hearing Song Meimei's voice, Ye Qingqing felt a bit guilty. Out of remorse, she still gave them a reminder.

"Yes, I don't lack money. I'll definitely transfer the money to you on time tomorrow, don't worry. Oh, by the way, the Typhoon is coming soon. You should buy more food to keep at home."

Song Meimei immediately agreed and even asked Ye Qingqing if she needed to buy anything else.

At this point, how dare Ye Qingqing answer Song Meimei's question? She could only laugh evasively: "No, I've bought everything. If I need anything else later, I'll come find you again, Sister Song."

After saying this, Ye Qingqing immediately hung up the phone.