Chapter 5: With billions in funds at his disposal, he embarks on a buying spree!

3:00 PM, Western Suburbs abandoned logistics park.

"Creeeak—"

The heavy iron gate was pushed open, sending dust raining down.

A musty smell, born from years without sunlight, rushed to meet them.

The shady broker, Old Zhou, covered his nose and mouth, waving the bunch of brass keys in his hand vigorously.

"Miss Lin, look at this place. It's spacious enough, right?"

He smiled obsequiously, revealing two gold-capped front teeth.

Lin Xingwan took off her sunglasses and scanned her surroundings.

Empty, desolate.

The rows of interconnected steel-structured factory buildings, over a dozen meters high, stretched on as far as the eye could see.

The perimeter was surrounded by high walls and dilapidated barbed wire.

Covering the area of over a dozen soccer fields, it was a stockpiling paradise tailor-made for her.

"Not bad."

Lin Xingwan nodded, quite satisfied with the seclusion of the location.

Old Zhou rubbed his hands together and tentatively stepped a half-step closer.

"So, about the rent... although this place is remote, the area is huge. The owner is dead set on two million a year."

"I'll rent it for three years."

Lin Xingwan didn't even lift an eyelid.

"Sign the contract now, and the full six million will be transferred instantly."

Old Zhou gasped, nearly biting his own tongue.

In his dozen years as a shady broker, he had never seen such a decisive client.

"Oh my! Boss Lin is straightforward! I'll get the contract for you right away!"

After signing the contract and pressing her fingerprint.

Lin Xingwan looked at the payment success notification on her phone, her blood beginning to simmer.

This was just the beginning.

"Old Zhou, you have wide connections in the industry. Help me do something."

Lin Xingwan pulled out a worn-out folding chair and sat down.

"Within half an hour, find me twenty professional procurement brokers who are tight-lipped and efficient."

Old Zhou was stunned, not yet having processed this.

"As long as they are reliable, everyone gets a guaranteed ten-thousand-yuan hardship fee today, with commissions calculated separately."

"Hiss—"

Old Zhou's gasp was even louder.

"Just watch me! If everyone isn't here in half an hour, I'll take your last name, Boss!"

He pulled out his phone and started frantically calling people, as if pumped full of adrenaline.

Heavy rewards attract brave men.

In less than twenty-five minutes, twenty men and women in various attire stood in formation inside the factory.

Every one of them was a sharp, seasoned veteran.

Lin Xingwan stood up and casually took out a stack of pre-prepared non-disclosure agreements.

"No need for small talk. Sign, and get to work immediately."

She cleared her throat and tossed out an excuse without batting an eye.

"I am the Greater China general agent for a multinational relief organization."

"A large-scale natural disaster is about to break out in Africa, and I need to urgently procure a batch of humanitarian supplies."

As soon as this title was brought out, the way everyone looked at her changed instantly.

It was filled with awe and the gleam of seeing a God of Wealth.

"First group, you are responsible for wilderness survival gear."

Lin Xingwan opened a thick list notebook.

"Polar-grade cold-resistant sleeping bags and thickened tents capable of withstanding category 12 winds—go directly to the original equipment manufacturers. I want 100,000 sets of each."

A short broker swallowed hard and raised his hand.

"Boss, the volume is too large. If we piece together shipments from several factories, I'm afraid the price won't be easy to negotiate down."

"No need to negotiate."

Lin Xingwan interrupted him directly, her tone imposing.

"Offer ten percent above market price. As long as they can ship tonight, the money will be transferred immediately."

The short man's eyes turned red, and he turned to make the call.

This kind of job where you don't have to haggle and just need to push for progress was simply a paradise that brokers dreamed of!

"Second group, hardware tools."

Lin Xingwan's gaze fell on the next line of the list.

"High-power chainsaws, fire axes, self-defense machetes, multifunctional tactical shovels—30,000 of each."

"Diesel generators, solar charging panels—sweep the market clean of all available stock for me."

This wasn't buying tools; this was a raid.

In The Apocalypse, truth only exists within range.

You can never have too many self-defense weapons.

"Third group, daily consumables."

Lin Xingwan flipped the page, her expression calm.

"Shampoo, body wash, soap, toothpaste—don't worry about the brand."

"As long as they are qualified products, contract their production lines for three months."

In The Apocalypse, where extreme cold and extreme heat alternate, a scented bar of soap could make countless high-and-mighty socialites abandon their dignity.

"Lighters, 100,000 boxes. Candles, 1,000,000 pieces."

"Flashlights and matching spare batteries—get them at a ten-to-one ratio."

Various instructions were issued methodically.

The entire empty logistics park instantly turned into a bustling Wall Street trading floor.

Twenty brokers held their phones, shouting passionately as they coordinated with various major source factories.

"Hello? Factory Manager Li, 100,000 sleeping bags, they must leave the warehouse tonight!"

"What? No rail cars? I'll pay you double the shipping cost!"

"Old Zhang, seal all the generators in your warehouse for me, I'll transfer the money immediately!"

Lin Xingwan sat in the center, notifications constantly popping up on her phone.

Every crisp "ding-dong" sound represented millions or even tens of millions in huge funds being transferred out.

The figure of 12 billion was visibly shrinking.

But what she got in exchange was an ultimate sense of security, as solid as a rock, deep in her heart.

In The Apocalypse, the numbers in a bank account are too hard even to use as toilet paper.

Only mountains of supplies are the foundation for survival!

Time ticked away, second by second.

The sunset's afterglow shone through the skylights, dyeing the factory floor a blood-red color.

7:00 PM sharp.

"Beep—beep—!"

Outside the logistics park, the dull and urgent sound of heavy truck air horns rang out.

Old Zhou ran in from outside the gate, excited and covered in sweat.

"Boss Lin! The first batch of goods has arrived!"

Lin Xingwan stood up and walked to the main gate.

The sight before her made her breath hitch involuntarily.

A convoy of heavy trucks stretching for several kilometers, with hazard lights flashing, lay on the road outside like a steel dragon.

Exhaust pipes spewed black smoke, and the roar of engines was deafening.

This grand scene even attracted the attention of nearby traffic police.

"Open the gate, unload."

Lin Xingwan waved her hand.

Dozens of forklifts went to work simultaneously.

Cartons packed with sleeping bags, tools, and daily necessities were quickly stacked in the empty factory building.

In just two hours, the originally empty warehouse was piled into a dozen small mountains.

There was barely any room left to stand.

The cool night breeze blew through, taking away the heat of the day.

"Boss Lin, today's goods are all here. Tomorrow morning, there will be another 300 truckloads of rice and flour."

Old Zhou held the thick handover list, grinning from ear to ear.

Just from the commissions today, he had earned more money than an average person could make in a lifetime.

"Well done."

Lin Xingwan checked the receipts and operated her phone.

"The balance and your commissions have been transferred. We continue tomorrow."

The brokers looked at the huge sums arriving in their phones, so excited they nearly knelt down to kowtow to her.

"Thank you, Boss! Wishing you great fortune!"

The group retreated joyfully.

The heavy truck convoy also gradually drove away from the park.

The hustle and bustle faded away.

The logistics park fell back into a deathly silence.

Lin Xingwan walked to the gate and gripped the rusty iron door handle with both hands.

She pulled hard.

With a loud "clang."

The gate was locked tight, and a door bolt as thick as an adult's arm was dropped from the inside.

Only a few dim overhead lights remained.

She turned around, facing the dozen mountains of supplies alone.

The air was filled with the dry scent of cardboard and the faint aroma of hardware machine oil.

Lin Xingwan reached out and, through her leather trench coat, grasped the warm silver necklace at her collarbone.

The decisiveness of the day faded, and her eyes flashed with undisguised fanaticism.

100,000 sleeping bags, 30,000 axes, countless daily necessities.

Just looking at them, dopamine was throwing a wild party in her brain.

But what came next was the moment to witness a miracle.

She walked to the first mountain of hardware tools, piled high from hundreds of solid wood crates.

She took a deep breath.

Her fingers gently caressed the rough texture of the wood.

She raised her head, facing the empty factory, as if talking to herself, or perhaps asking the deity inside the necklace.

"They say you are a bottomless pit that can never be filled."

Lin Xingwan's lips curled into an arrogant smile.

"Today, let me see just how big your appetite really is?"