Han Ying estimated that she and her future companion Tangyuan would use about 15 liters of water per day just for eating and drinking. Yet right now, she could store over 100 tons of water daily! One ton is 2,000 jin, which is 1,000 liters. So 100 tons… how much is that? And that’s every day! This 100+ tons was just drinking water; she would store separate water for daily use elsewhere. In other words, in this life, she would never lack water again.
Descending the stairs, Han Ying saw Shi Yong counting the items that had just been delivered. He had already called his wife, telling her that the boss had hired her as the grocery purchaser for 6,000 yuan per month, and that she should get ready to head over on their three-wheeled motorbike. Seeing Shi Yong handling things so neatly reassured Han Ying. She instructed him that all ingredients and seasonings must be fresh, and seafood must be alive. After handing him the menu she had prepared from online sources, Han Ying left.
Looking at the menu in his hands, Shi Yong twitched his mouth again. According to the boss, the dishes on the menu were to be made in sequence—four dishes a day, 50 portions per dish, using the takeaway boxes the boss had purchased. Shi Yong glanced at the boxes—they were huge! He had wondered why the boss had ordered such large iron pots, and now he understood—they were for him! Not all chefs could use large pots. Many could only cook in small pots; large pot cooking often resulted in overcooked or undercooked portions, or flavors that didn’t match small-pot dishes. Making large-pot dishes taste the same as small-pot dishes requires real skill. Fortunately, Shi Yong had organized many village banquets before. Using the big iron pot was no problem—it could cook enough for 30+ tables per batch, with minimal difference in taste.
But given the boss’s takeaway box size, cooking 50 portions per dish might require three full pots! Suddenly, Shi Yong realized that earning 30,000 yuan per month wasn’t going to be easy.
After arranging everything in the small building, Han Ying spent another ten-plus minutes climbing the back hill, collecting the 30 tons of water that had been stored in the water room. Thirty tons—how long would that last her? She couldn’t afford to waste it.
After a long day, she returned home—it was already past 10 p.m. Han Ying didn’t draw any talismans tonight because she had something more important to do. The accumulated time in her spatial talisman had reached 10 hours, meaning her quick-money plan could finally start. Today, she planned a vault raid!
Honestly, Han Ying was very nervous—it was her first time doing something this major. So she transformed her anxiety into appetite. On the table in front of her were spicy fried chicken, boneless chicken feet, crispy roast goose, seafood in sauce, spicy crayfish, and a large cup of iced soda. The fried chicken was crispy outside and tender inside; the chicken feet were chewy with balanced saltiness and spice; the roast goose skin was crisp but not burnt, meat tender and falling off the bone; the seafood was fresh, spicy, and bouncy; the crayfish meat was plump, with rich, flavorful broth. And with a sip of icy cold soda, Han Ying felt that her past self, who had abstained from such foods to maintain her figure, had lived in vain!
After devouring the feast, Han Ying belched contentedly. This “preparation meal,” or rather, preparation feast, satisfied her immensely, and most of her nervousness dissipated. She reassured herself—she had survived the apocalypse, so what was she afraid of? With her teleportation talisman and spatial talisman, she had the ultimate cheat—she had to profit from it!
After showering and locking all the doors and windows at home, she turned on her computer and found a photo of a church on her desktop. The photo included coordinates, which she memorized. She then retrieved her prepared equipment from the spatial talisman: a thick down jacket with a pure black male tactical jacket on top; thick black cotton pants layered with black work pants; black sneakers with two layers of black shoe covers; a gas mask with an oxygen tank backpack, black scarf, black hat, black gloves, and black night vision goggles.
Fully equipped, Han Ying looked like a walking black rectangle—no skin, not even a single strand of hair visible. In her previous life, a few months later, she had seen online that a private vault 10 meters underground in a certain country had been raided. Because the gold inside had an unknown origin, the news only broke one month after the raid. The vault had no surveillance cameras, only an alarm system that sent alerts to the owner’s phone. When the owner arrived, all that remained were empty shelves—no gold in sight—and he fainted on the spot, eventually staying in the hospital for nearly a month.
Although she had learned from the previous life that the vault had no cameras, Han Ying prepared extensively to be safe. She fully covered herself—hair, face, and all—so her gender could not be determined from behind. Still, she felt stiflingly hot.
Checking the time, it was 12:40 a.m., meaning it was 1:40 a.m. at the location of the vault. There shouldn’t be anyone left inside, but she didn’t want to risk fainting from heat. She double-checked the coordinates and lay down. The vault was 10 meters underground, so she needed to slightly adjust the coordinates. Mentally reciting the adjusted coordinates, she infused her teleportation talisman with spiritual energy, pressed it against her chest, and in an instant, felt a weightless sensation.
When her feet touched the ground, she saw rows of high shelves filled with gold bricks. Han Ying couldn’t help but scream inwardly—all of this is gold bricks! A massive windfall!
A wave of excitement passed, and she noticed the oppressive heat from earlier was gradually dissipating. Given the time difference and similar weather to China, it was clearly the vault itself causing the heat. Han Ying didn’t have time to ponder the cause. Raising her hand, she touched the gold brick-laden shelves, and they disappeared into her spatial talisman along with the shelves themselves. There was no time to collect the gold brick by brick; taking the shelves as a whole was much faster.