Chapter 9: Snail Rice Noodles and Fried Chicken – A Millionaire's Greed Makes Him Cry in the Apocalypse
" F...fifty thousand boxes?! "
The proprietress of the snail rice noodle shop suspected she had misheard, her eyes widening like copper bells.
" Miss, you aren't joking, are you? My little shop can't even sell that many in a year! "
Lin Xingwan pointed to the stack of brand-new hundred-yuan bills on the table.
" A deposit, not a single cent missing. "
Her expression was calm, her tone unquestionable.
" I know you can't make them all, so I want you to go to your supply source, which is the manufacturer. "
" For the self-heating snail rice noodles, take them straight off the assembly line. "
" As for the ten thousand bowls cooked on-site, find some nimble-handed helpers and have them work around the clock. "
Lin Xingwan glanced at the boiling pot of broth, smelling that pungent, savory odor.
" Once a pot is cooked, immediately pack it into large insulated buckets. I will send a car to pick them up every day. "
The proprietress swallowed hard; this was a massive windfall.
She had never seen so much money in her entire life.
" Alright! Don't worry, Boss Lin! I'll contact the manufacturer right away and guarantee that the task is completed with quality and quantity! "
Walking out of the snail rice noodle shop.
There happened to be a twenty-four-hour fried chicken shop across the street.
Golden, crispy whole fried chickens were sizzling with oil in the glass display case, the aroma hitting her nose.
Lin Xingwan didn't say a word and pushed the door open to enter.
She did the same thing there.
She slapped several tens of thousands in cash on the table and directly booked the shop's entire production capacity for the next month.
" Whole fried chickens, fried chicken legs, french fries—anything that can be fried, make it all for me. "
" Use the best oil, and pack them directly after frying. No need to let them cool. "
Returning to the SUV.
Lin Xingwan didn't return to the logistics park; instead, she sat in the car and began to make calls frantically.
Since she was going to hoard junk food, she might as well do it properly.
She opened her contacts to find the numbers of professional procurement agents.
" Hello, Old Zhou, it's me. "
" Contact the largest self-heating food factory in the country. I want one hundred thousand boxes of self-heating hot pot, mixed flavors. "
" I also want one hundred thousand boxes of self-heating rice. Fish-flavored shredded pork, Kung Pao chicken—get everything they have. "
Old Zhou, on the other end of the line, had just fallen asleep and was jolted out of bed by the sheer size of this order.
" Boss Lin! Are you planning to open a supermarket? No problem, I'll handle it immediately! "
Hanging up the phone, Lin Xingwan dialed another number.
" Old Li, help me sweep through the major snack wholesale markets. "
" Potato chips, spicy gluten sticks, chocolate, high-calorie candies—buy them by the ton for me. "
" Remember, the brands must be good, the shelf life must be long, and money is not an issue. "
That night.
Lin Xingwan's phone didn't stop ringing.
Tens of millions in funds were splashed out like water.
In exchange, countless food processing plants worked through the night, brightly lit, to fulfill her orders.
Over the next few days.
The logistics park once again welcomed a peak of unloading cargo.
Boxes upon boxes of self-heating food, tons of snacks and candies.
Piled up like small mountains, filling the plaza of the static zone.
As for the freshly made high-end Western food, roast duck, and even freshly baked pizza.
Lin Xingwan drove a refrigerated truck herself, going from shop to shop to collect them.
Some owners, seeing how crazy she was, couldn't help but ask secretly:
" Miss Lin, you're buying so many freshly made hot dishes, aren't you afraid they will spoil? "
Lin Xingwan just smiled slightly, looking mysterious.
" Don't worry, I have a special preservation technique. "
When she drove to a deserted place, she moved her mind.
The steaming hot food instantly entered the space.
Under the law of absolute stillness, they were forever locked in the perfect state of the second they left the pot.
That evening.
Lin Xingwan was taking inventory of the delicacies she had hoarded over the past few days in her space.
She took out a box of fried chicken she had just collected and took a bite.
The skin was crispy, the chicken juice bursting in her mouth, burning her so much that she hissed.
" So delicious. "
While eating, she imagined the extreme cold of The Apocalypse a few months later.
In the frozen world.
Those once high-and-mighty millionaires and celebrities.
Would be shivering from the cold for half a moldy biscuit, crawling on the ground begging like dogs.
And her.
Sitting in a safe house at a constant temperature of twenty-six degrees.
Eating steaming hot pot, gnawing on crispy fried chicken, and drinking iced fat-boy happy water.
Just thinking about that scene made Lin Xingwan laugh out loud.
This sense of satisfaction from dimensionality reduction strikes was ten thousand times more enjoyable than trampling her scumbag father underfoot.
After eating the fried chicken.
Lin Xingwan wiped her hands and took out the thick list of supplies.
Rice, flour, meat, vegetables, water, daily necessities, medicine, junk food...
Each item had a heavy red checkmark next to it.
Twelve billion in funds had already been nearly half spent.
But looking at the large blank space remaining on the list.
Lin Xingwan's brows slowly furrowed.
No matter how much supplies were hoarded, in the end, it was only soft power.
In The Apocalypse where order collapsed and morality was lost.
If you had a piece of bread in your hand, others might beg you.
But if you had a warehouse full of bread, others would only come to kill you with knives.
The innocent are not guilty, but possessing a treasure is a crime.
If there wasn't an impregnable safe house.
Even with her space to protect her, she would have to guard against snipers and hidden arrows every day, living like a frightened bird.
She needed The Fortress.
An ultimate doomsday fortress that could withstand cold and heat, earthquakes, and even nuclear bombs.
Moreover, it must be equipped with sufficient heavy firepower weapons.
Guns and ammunition—this was the ultimate trump card for self-defense in The Apocalypse.
But these two things could not be bought through regular channels at all.
Let alone anti-aircraft missiles.
Even a few tons of explosion-proof steel would immediately attract official attention if bought in large quantities.
Not to mention those heavy thermal weapons.
" I can only go to the black market and try my luck. "
Lin Xingwan closed the list notebook and rubbed her temples.
She remembered an underground trading place she had heard people mention in her past life.
It was a place where dragons and snakes mixed, with all kinds of shady dealings.
As long as you had money, mercenaries, arms, hackers—everything was available.
" This place, the water is a bit deep... "
Lin Xingwan muttered to herself, but her eyes became increasingly sharp.
In order to survive in The Apocalypse, even if it was a dragon's den or a tiger's lair ahead, she had to venture through it.
She changed into a black fitted leather jacket and put on a baseball cap pulled down low.
She inserted a military dagger into her military boots.
Just as she was about to leave.
The phone on the table suddenly vibrated.
It was an anonymous text message with no number displayed.
" Miss Lin, that Half-Mountain Villa under your name has good Feng Shui. "
Lin Xingwan's eyes sharpened.
That villa was the address she had just spent a large sum of money to buy, intending to renovate it into a safe house.
No one else knew about this except herself.
She gripped her phone tightly, looking around vigilantly.
" Ding— "
Another text message popped up.
" Heard you are looking for a top-tier engineering team? See you at midnight tonight at the 'Nightingale' bar in the underground black market. "