Chapter 3 : Stocking Up
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Zhang Yi’s attitude toward Fang Yuqing was icy cold.
Both Fang Yuqing and Li Cai’ning noticed the change, but instead of being offended, they became even more eager to please him.
After all, if he was a secret millionaire, a little attitude was just part of the charm!
“Hey, Zhang Yi, were you just eating at that restaurant?” Li Cai’ning asked casually, trying to sound nonchalant.
Zhang Yi frowned slightly. This woman was no better than Fang Yuqing—she had also played a part in betraying him and stealing his food in his past life.
“Yeah,” he replied coldly, shoving his hands into his pockets and turning toward the supermarket.
Fang Yuqing and Li Cai’ning quickly followed.
“Zhang Yi, where are you going?” Fang Yuqing asked with a sweet, gentle smile.
“The supermarket,” Zhang Yi replied, his tone still cold and impatient.
If it weren’t for his plan to make her suffer through the apocalypse, he would’ve killed her on the spot.
Fang Yuqing shot Li Cai’ning a meaningful look and quickly said, “What a coincidence! We were planning to buy some things too. We can go together!”
Zhang Yi already understood what was happening.
They must have seen him dining at the Michelin three-star restaurant and assumed he was some secret millionaire.
That’s why they were suddenly so eager to cozy up to him.
He ignored them and walked straight into the supermarket.
But the more aloof he acted, the more convinced Fang Yuqing and Li Cai’ning became that he was wealthy.
Otherwise, why would he be so bold?
The two women followed closely, with Fang Yuqing occasionally brushing against Zhang Yi’s arm.
When he glanced at her, she would shyly look away, her cheeks flushed as if embarrassed.
Zhang Yi sneered inwardly.
What an actress. If you were in movies, you’d win an Oscar.
Zhang Yi grabbed a shopping cart and headed straight for the food section.
Fang Yuqing and Li Cai’ning quickly grabbed carts of their own and followed.
“Zhang Yi, were you dining with someone earlier?” Fang Yuqing asked with a smile.
Zhang Yi walked toward the food aisle and replied indifferently, “Can’t I eat alone?”
Fang Yuqing’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that! It’s just that the food there is so expensive. I thought you might be treating someone.”
Li Cai’ning couldn’t help but ask, “Zhang Yi, your monthly salary is only around 10,000 yuan, right? That meal must’ve cost you half a year’s wages.”
“Looks like your family left you quite a fortune.”
Fang Yuqing shot her a sharp glare.
Idiot! You don’t just ask questions like that!
As a top-tier “white lotus,” her golden rule was: Talk about feelings with the rich, and money with the poor.
Realizing her mistake, Li Cai’ning quickly tried to recover.
“Haha, I was just joking. We’re all good friends here. Money doesn’t matter, right?”
But Zhang Yi ignored them completely.
He walked into the food section, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the shelves stocked with goods.
To him, it was like stepping into a treasure trove.
In his past life, he had experienced what it was like to survive on a single pack of instant noodles for two days.
Now, he felt an insatiable hunger for food.
Zhang Yi began grabbing items off the shelves and tossing them into his cart without hesitation.
Instant noodles, canned goods, cured meats, and seasonings—he bought them in bulk.
Fang Yuqing and Li Cai’ning watched in stunned silence.
“Zhang Yi, why are you buying so much food? Are you going camping or something?”
“Yeah,” Zhang Yi replied curtly.
Li Cai’ning whispered to Fang Yuqing, “Do rich people go camping and eat this kind of stuff?”
Fang Yuqing was also puzzled, but the memory of Zhang Yi’s lavish meal at the Michelin restaurant made her reluctant to let go of the idea that he was wealthy.
She hurried over to Zhang Yi and offered sweetly, “Do you need any help?”
Zhang Yi saw no reason to turn down free labor.
Plus, seeing Fang Yuqing’s fake, innocent smile gave him an idea for revenge.
He still had a month to prepare for the apocalypse.
Building a perfect shelter to ensure his safety wouldn’t be difficult.
As for supplies, he could always raid the Walmart warehouse.
That way, he could guarantee not only his safety but also a comfortable life during the apocalypse.
Why not let Fang Yuqing think he was stockpiling supplies?
When the time came, she’d come begging to him, and he could enjoy watching her suffer.
As for the risk of her leaking the information and attracting his treacherous neighbors, that was easily solved.
If his shelter was strong enough, he wouldn’t have to worry about being attacked.
In fact, he could turn the tables and eliminate those scumbags instead!
The thought of them raging helplessly outside his shelter brought a twisted smile to his face.
Yes, this was definitely an option worth considering.
Zhang Yi decided he’d look into hiring a security company to build such a shelter.
If that didn’t work, he could always move to a remote area and create an underground bunker.
It was good to have a backup plan.
Zhang Yi smirked. “Sure, you can help me push the cart.”
Fang Yuqing eagerly agreed.
Zhang Yi then had Li Cai’ning grab another cart.
Though both women were full of questions, they did as they were told.
Zhang Yi bought a variety of non-perishable foods, including instant noodles, canned goods, cured meats, and seasonings.
He also filled a cart with fresh meat, fruits, vegetables, and even live fish.
He wanted to test whether his dimensional storage had any special effects on perishable items.
With three carts filled to the brim, Zhang Yi handed the heaviest one—loaded with beef, lamb, and canned goods—to the two women to push.
It weighed at least 200 kilograms, leaving them drenched in sweat.
Fang Yuqing pouted and complained, “Zhang Yi, how many people are you feeding with all this? Are you planning some event you’re not telling me about?”
Zhang Yi sneered. “You never know what might happen. What if the world ends tomorrow? I’m just stocking up to survive.”
He was telling the truth, but no one would believe him.
As a certain Dr. Li had once proven, people rarely take doomsday warnings seriously.
Fang Yuqing laughed it off. “Oh, come on! If you don’t want to tell me, just say so. No need to joke about the end of the world.”
“But since I helped you so much today, you owe me a meal, okay?”
Her eyes sparkled with expectation, clearly hoping for a trip to the Michelin restaurant.
Zhang Yi’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Sure. But I’m pretty busy lately. How about next month?”
Fang Yuqing beamed. “Great! It’s a deal!”
Li Cai’ning chimed in, “Yeah, let’s all go together! Heehee!”
She was thrilled at the idea of getting a free meal just for pushing a cart.
Fang Yuqing shot her another glare, but Li Cai’ning pretended not to notice.
Zhang Yi paid for the items at the checkout, spending over 10,000 yuan without batting an eye.
In the apocalypse, these supplies would be worth millions—priceless, even.
After all, no amount of money could buy a single bite of food when society collapsed.
Since Zhang Yi had bought so much, the supermarket let him borrow the carts.
He shamelessly put the two women to work, making them push the carts all the way back to his apartment.
He could’ve driven his car to transport the goods, but why waste free labor?
Though the women complained about how tired they were, the promise of a lavish meal kept them motivated.
And so, the three of them returned to the neighborhood, pushing three carts full of supplies.
- Writer
