Not only fruit—since she was already here, Han Ying certainly had to stock up on other things as well.
After all, anything she could buy in bulk here, she preferred not to hoard back home.
And among those things, rice was absolutely essential.
Han Ying happened to really enjoy Thai rice.
With her current appetite, she ate at least two jin (about one kilogram) of rice per day.
That added up to more than seven hundred jin a year, so Han Ying directly ordered 3,000 tons.
Before coming to Thailand, she had already done her homework. Not only was fruit abundant here, and rice everywhere, but Thailand also had abundant coal, petroleum, and liquefied petroleum gas.
So Han Ying immediately set her sights on coal briquettes and LPG.
These things were available back home too, but since she was here anyway, she preferred to stock up abroad.She ordered 1,000 tons of smokeless coal briquettes, and another 1,000 tons of high-quality smokeless honeycomb coal.
This amount of coal actually wasn’t that much.
After all, during extreme cold, you needed to burn coal and firewood every day for heat.
If she wanted to stay comfortable in that kind of weather, a ton wouldn’t last long.
As for LPG—
Han Ying had asked around. The price wasn’t exactly cheap, but it was still nearly 20% lower than in most cities back home.
And since she planned to buy in bulk, she would be paying wholesale prices—making it even cheaper.
A 50-kg LPG cylinder with tank included cost about 580 yuan.
One cylinder could last a family of five for over half a year.
Han Ying immediately ordered 300 cylinders.
The 15-kg cylinders cost about 210 yuan, and she bought 300 of those as well.
There was also a small 5-kg size, and she bought 200 cylinders.
Those small ones would be useful for hotpot.
She didn’t buy much LPG overall—the main use was cooking.
Plus, she already had mountains of honeycomb coal.
And she planned to store a lot of dry firewood as well, so she didn’t need much LPG.
As for petroleum—buying it in large quantities was difficult no matter which country you were in.
You needed the proper channels.
That was why Han Ying had been so delighted when she received the contact information of a gasoline dealer from the outdoor shop owner.
But now that she was in Thailand—
Following her principle of “if I can buy it abroad, I won’t drain my own country’s resources,” she contacted a Thai man named Virat on the Dark Web again on the third day.
She told him she had gotten another 3 tons of gold.
Two tons would be traded as last time; the remaining one ton would be exchanged for gasoline, diesel, and hot weapons—with more “peanuts” (bullets) included.
With business coming his way, Virat naturally wouldn’t refuse.
But exchanging one ton of gold for all that was no small order.
He needed a few days to prepare.
Han Ying understood this, so she scheduled the trade for the last day she would be in Thailand.
When Virat heard the details of the deal, he stroked his stubbly chin.
He found that young girl quite interesting—and bold.
She had shown up alone last time, driving a beat-up car, just to trade with him!
Was she fearless because she was young, or did she have something backing her?
But Virat had been in the underworld for decades, and his reputation was the reason he had survived this long.
He truly had no intention of robbing the girl.
Though she looked experienced, Virat could still tell she was doing this kind of deal for the first time.
And now she wanted petroleum and hot weapons?And in such massive quantities?
Even someone like Virat—who never broke the rules by investigating clients—couldn’t help but grow curious about her background.
Although their previous deal had gone smoothly without any incidents—
Han Ying still stayed cautious.
She planned to leave Thailand immediately after the trade, so she chose the last day for the transaction.
Because the items she wanted were dangerous—
They couldn’t be left out in the open.
So Virat told her that aside from the money he would hand over directly, everything else would be stored elsewhere.
Han Ying didn’t object.
After all, exchanging one ton of gold for hot weapons and petroleum—those quantities were enormous.
At 5 PM, after watching the last truck deliver supplies to her warehouse, Han Ying closed the doors.
Then she stored everything inside into her spatial talisman.
Over seven days, trucks came and went from both warehouses nonstop.
So no one noticed that nothing ever came back out.
Han Ying hung the warehouse key on the door…
Then drove a used car she had bought in Thailand to the trade location.
By the time she arrived, it was already past 8 PM.
The surroundings were pitch-black, but the darkness made her feel more at ease.
Following their previous procedure, both sides verified the goods—cash for gold, goods for cash.
“Didn’t you say three tons?”
The gold checked out, same quality as last time.
And as before, the bars had been cut into random chunks by a cutting machine.
But that didn’t matter—they would melt them down anyway.
“Where are the things I asked for?”
Even facing someone like Virat, Han Ying didn’t show a hint of fear.
After all, she had survived the apocalypse and died once already.
Under the beams of the car headlights, she met his eyes directly.
“They’re in a warehouse 10 kilometers from here, locked with a passcode. Once I confirm you’ve gotten what you want, I’ll give you the code. Don’t worry, I know the rules—there are no men of mine there.”
Virat truly had no intention of tricking her.
Robbing this little girl would be easy.
But he couldn’t tarnish his business reputation.
And since she contacted him via the Dark Web—
Even though he had influence in Thailand, he was nothing compared to the people behind that network.
He wouldn’t take that risk.
They were both here for money—and to use the money, you had to stay alive.
Still, he couldn’t resist doing a little something.
He was simply too curious about her background.
“What a coincidence. Your goods are also stored in a warehouse 20 kilometers from here. What now?”
Behind her mask, Han Ying smiled slightly. She could tell he genuinely intended to trade.
“Here is the address. The passcode is *****.”
When Virat heard this, he understood—she was guarding against him.
He was uncharacteristically generous and told her the passcode in advance.
Mainly because he wanted to learn who she really was.
He didn’t break the rules:
He didn’t send anyone to watch that warehouse.
He wouldn’t send anyone to follow her.
But he did place trackers in the warehouse and in the cash boxes.
Han Ying hadn’t expected him to give the passcode so readily.
She did wonder if it might be fake.
But now—
She had no other choice.