With 2.1 billion in hand, the first thing Lin Chu did was rent a massive logistics warehouse on the outskirts of the city.
This place was sparsely populated, with many blind spots in surveillance—perfect as a “transfer hub” for supplies.
After securing the warehouse, Lin Chu immediately rushed to the city’s largest grain and oil wholesale market.
“Boss, how much of your best Wuchang rice do you have in stock?”
The store owner, Wang, was picking his teeth. He glanced at Lin Chu, who was dressed in luxury brands, and said casually, “Pretty lady, buying rice for home? Over there—bagged rice, 50 yuan per bag.”
“I’m asking about your stock.”
Lin Chu removed her sunglasses, her expression calm.
“I want 500 tons.”
Cough, cough, cough!
Wang nearly choked on his toothpick, eyes widening.
“Wh-what?! Five hundred tons? Are you planning to provide disaster relief?”
“Don’t worry about what I’m doing. Five hundred tons of rice, five hundred tons of premium flour, 2,000 barrels of non-GMO soybean oil, and all vacuum-packed grains you have—everything you’ve got, I want it all.”
Lin Chu slapped a black card directly onto the table with a crisp sound.
“Cash payment. If you can deliver everything to my designated warehouse today, I’ll add a 10% transport bonus.”
At the words “10% bonus,” Wang’s eyes lit up instantly like lightbulbs.
Big deal! A heavenly fortune had arrived!
“No problem! Absolutely no problem! I’ll mobilize the entire city’s truck fleet right away!”
Securing staple food was only the baseline of survival.
What Lin Chu truly wanted was quality of life.
In her previous life during the extreme heat apocalypse, she had survived on moldy compressed biscuits for three years. The smell alone made her want to vomit now.
This life—she would eat well!
Leaving the wholesale market, Lin Chu headed straight to the city’s most famous century-old brand: “Judequan Roast Duck.”
The moment she arrived, the rich aroma of wood-fired roasted duck filled the air.
She swallowed unconsciously and strode inside, directly approaching the floor manager.
“I want to order roast duck.”
“How many people? We still have seating—”
“Takeout.” Lin Chu raised five fingers. “Five thousand.”
The manager’s smile froze.
“Fi-five thousand? Miss, you must be joking. Our daily output is only a few hundred ducks.”
“I’m not joking.”
Lin Chu took out her phone and showed her balance screen.
“Full package. Including pancakes, scallions, cucumber sticks, and sweet bean sauce—nothing missing. I know you can’t finish it, so mobilize all your branches and kitchens, work overnight. I’ll pay double per duck.”
Double!
The manager sucked in a breath.
This wasn’t a customer—this was a walking god of wealth!
“We… we’ll need time…”
“I’ll give you three days. The ducks must be packed while hot and delivered immediately to this address.”
She tossed a card with the warehouse address onto the table.
“Remember—if it’s cold, I’ll return it.”
Thinking of her space’s absurd “time-freeze preservation,” a wild smile curled on Lin Chu’s lips.
Just imagine it.
Outside: snowstorms sealing the world, -50°C freezing hell.
People shivering, fighting over half a hard bun.
Meanwhile, she sits in a 26°C safe house, holding a freshly roasted duck, steaming hot, crispy skin and tender meat dripping oil with every bite…
That wasn’t eating duck.
That was eating life itself.
After leaving the roast duck shop, Lin Chu’s “revenge spending spree” could no longer be contained.
Like an unstoppable gluttonous snake, she began sweeping through the city’s entire food map.
Target 1: Crayfish King
“Boss! Spicy flavor, garlic flavor, thirteen-spice flavor—5,000 jin each! Yes, 5,000 jin! I want them freshly cooked, with plenty of broth! The kind you can dip straight after peeling!”
Target 2: Viral Milk Tea Chain
“We’re closing…”
“No closing! Use up all your ingredients! Boba milk tea, mango pomelo sago, cheese grape, ruby grapefruit… I want 10,000 cups! Full sugar, no ice! Call other branches if you can’t finish!”
Target 3: High-End Seafood Restaurant
Lin Chu directly found the city’s most luxurious seafood restaurant and called out the executive chef.
“I want a banquet order.”
“What level?”
“Top wedding banquet standard. Australian lobster, braised abalone, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, steamed spotted garoupa… how much per table?”
“About 8,888 yuan per table…”
“Good. Give me 1,000 tables.”
The chef’s spatula dropped to the floor with a clang.
“One… one thousand tables? Are you hosting a state banquet?!”
“Consider it a state banquet then.” Lin Chu said calmly.
“Pack everything directly into insulated containers. No plating needed. I want it all kept steaming hot whenever I take it out.”
For the next three days, Lin Chu barely slept.
By day, she shuttled through supermarkets, factories, and wholesale markets.
Seasonings:
10 tons of salt (a hard currency in the apocalypse)
10 tons of sugar
5,000 boxes each of soy sauce and vinegar
2,000 boxes of Lao Gan Ma chili sauce
5,000 packs of hotpot base (essential for extreme cold)
Meat:
She went straight to the slaughterhouse.
5,000 jin fresh pork
2,000 jin ribs
3,000 jin each of beef and lamb
All freshly slaughtered—still steaming with blood warmth.
Fruits:
Durian, cherries, strawberries, watermelons… she even reserved entire cold storage units.
At night, she drove to the suburban warehouse to “receive deliveries.”
The warehouse was already packed with trucks unloading goods.
Stacks of rice formed mountains. Boxes of roast duck filled the air with aroma. Giant insulated containers held entire banquets.
Standing in the center of the warehouse, Lin Chu looked like a queen reviewing her army.
She raised her hand.
“Receive!”
In an instant, the packed warehouse became completely empty.
All supplies vanished and were neatly stored inside her space, frozen at their freshest and most delicious moment.
Looking at the endless mountain of supplies in her space, the last trace of fear toward the apocalypse completely disappeared.
Replaced by an unprecedented sense of security.
“Enough food?”
She glanced at the remaining billions in her account.
“This is just the beginning.”
Food was settled. Next… it was time to upgrade her apocalypse fortress.
She picked up her phone and dialed a number.
The world’s top security company—Black Shield Security.
“Hello, I want to renovate my house.”
“No budget limit.”
“I want to turn my villa into a shell so strong… not even a nuclear bomb can break it.”