Jiang Shengyue rented an SUV for transportation, and an hour later arrived at the real estate agency in Banyue Shanzhuang villa area in Dongjiao.
“Hello, looking at a house?”
Wu Xue sized up the young girl dressed plainly, feeling somewhat unenthusiastic, and asked patiently.
She hadn’t made a sale yet today—even a tiny mosquito is still meat.
“How much to rent that Banshan Villa at the top?”
Wu Xue curled her lips impatiently. “That house is the best one in this entire villa area. The price isn’t cheap.”
“How much is the rent?”
“Forty thousand.” Wu Xue suppressed her impatience with all her might. Another one trying to look rich beyond her means.
“I want the full details on that house.”
Jiang Shengyue looked at Wu Xue, the light-colored pupils beneath her thick lashes cold and sharp.
Wu Xue couldn’t help but shiver, feeling as if a beast had locked its gaze on her. When she came back to her senses, she felt ridiculous.
Reluctantly, she pulled out the detailed brochure for Banshan Villa.
Jiang Shengyue flipped through it unhurriedly, growing more and more satisfied. It was simply perfect!
Fortunately, it was still vacant.
In her previous life, Jiang Shengyue had come here with her team to search for supplies. She had seen this Banshan Villa from afar and knew its location was exceptional.
Unfortunately, at that time, the house had already been occupied by someone else.
But now, this house was hers!
Wu Xue watched Jiang Shengyue flipping through the brochure so seriously and muttered, “What’s she pretending for…”
“Sign it now.”
Jiang Shengyue needed to use this house openly and legitimately during the month before the Apocalypse, so renting it was the smartest choice.
Wu Xue and the other staff in the store froze. “N-now? Right now?”
“Mm.”
Wu Xue was overjoyed. Who would have thought this was a big client!
This month’s bonus was looking promising!
“No problem, then I’ll—”
Jiang Shengyue’s slender white finger casually pointed at one of the nearby employees, cutting her off. “Let her do it.”
The lucky employee who was pointed at felt like a pie had just fallen from the sky!
The smile Wu Xue had just raised froze on her face. “What did you say… I…”
Jiang Shengyue didn’t spare Wu Xue a single glance. “I’m in a hurry. Please be quick.”
Ignoring someone is the greatest contempt.
Besides, no matter how unpleasant she found her, the Apocalypse hadn’t arrived yet. She couldn’t exactly cut the woman down and send herself to prison.
The lucky employee, terrified the pie might fly away, immediately began preparing the paperwork for the contract, her face beaming.
The corner of Wu Xue’s mouth stiffened, her eyes filled with resentment and displeasure as she watched Jiang Shengyue.
The lucky employee was extremely efficient, handling all the procedures within half an hour.
Jiang Shengyue, without blinking, transferred the 160,000 rent directly to the owner’s card—the owner was abroad—and paid the 40,000 agency fee just as readily.
Then she walked out of the agency amid the lucky employee’s beaming smile.
She had barely stepped out the door when she keenly heard Wu Xue’s shrill, piercing voice, like a kettle coming to a boil.
“She’s barely of legal age. She looks decent, but everything she wears is cheap stuff. Living alone in a villa that big—who knows where her money came from!”
“Look at that ghostly pale face of hers. She’s probably terminally ill. Any day now she could…”
Just trash who could only attack other women with her filthy thoughts.
Jiang Shengyue’s expression didn’t change in the slightest.
“You’d better pray we never cross paths after the Apocalypse.”
Jiang Shengyue found the small path up the mountain behind Banyue Villa District at the foot of the mountain.
The drive up was smooth, and in less than fifteen minutes she was standing outside Banshan Villa.
The villa was built halfway up the mountain. The building itself occupied only 300 square meters, while the remaining open platform space was at least 1,000 square meters or more!
In front of the small, elegant white villa stood a fountain, water still gurgling from the pitcher held by the little angel statue.
Gardens lined both sides of the path leading to the villa.
The flowers and plants inside grew freely—roses and Chinese roses planted by the previous owner, along with nameless wildflowers.
It had a uniquely tranquil charm.
The outermost boundary of the villa was a black fence wall, overgrown with wildly growing plants and thorns, lush and green.
Upon entering the villa, the interior decoration was minimalist modern style, with complete and brand-new furniture.
There were three floors in total, with sensible zoning, fully able to satisfy any of her living needs.
Jiang Shengyue was also pleasantly surprised to discover that this place had an independent water supply system!
This meant she would never have to worry about water outages in the future!
Jiang Shengyue was satisfied with the house both inside and out.
“System, confirm the shelter location!”
【Ding! Mission complete: Find an Apocalypse shelter!】
【Congratulations, Host, on obtaining the Dixiacheng access rights! System officially bound!】
【Please select the Dixiacheng entrance! Note: the choice cannot be changed once made!】
Jiang Shengyue smiled faintly—the system was hers!
After some thought, she chose the storage room in the corner of the first floor.
【Dixiacheng entrance confirmed! Dixiacheng will officially open in twenty-four hours!】
“Something to look forward to, I suppose.”
Jiang Shengyue calmly returned to the living room, sat down on the comfortable, soft sofa, took a laptop out of her Space, and typed in a web address.
When the page opened, several large characters appeared—Weilong Renovation.
Their business scope was very broad, and building apocalypse shelters was one of their services.
She only knew this obscure web address thanks to her habit, in her previous life, of digging up all kinds of information—she never expected it would actually come in handy someday.
After careful screening, Jiang Shengyue finally customized a renovation plan suited to Banshan Villa.
All the glass would be replaced with bulletproof glass.
More functional than tempered glass, with an additional layer of retractable steel panels on the outside.
The entire house would be wrapped in ten-centimeter-thick steel.
Bulletproof, while also reinforcing the structure against earthquakes. The villa’s front door would be replaced with a high-security door made of three layers of steel plate and lead plate.
Finally, the entire house would be coated with a new type of chemical coating called “Meteorite”—an extremely rare material, because it was corrosion-resistant!
The fence around the villa would be replaced with a three-meter-high wall, lined with a layer of steel plate.
Originally, Jiang Shengyue had wanted to build the entire wall out of half-meter-thick steel, but her budget was limited, and the current materials would be enough to handle the early stage of the Apocalypse.
She would upgrade and reinforce it after the Apocalypse began—first, she just needed to get through the initial crisis.
After confirming her requirements, Jiang Shengyue selected the on-site visit service for the next day and, most importantly, the expedited construction option. The estimated construction period was 15 days, with a total price of 9.99 million.
Jiang Shengyue transferred the payment without batting an eye.
Fortunately, this was a quiet, secluded corner—no one would discover that a sturdy, fully-equipped apocalypse fortress had appeared here even before the Apocalypse began.
A gorgeous rose-colored sunset dyed the sky red, and the brilliant afterglow gilded everything in sight with a golden edge.
The farmers’ market.
“I need 100 tons of rice and 100 tons of flour. Boss, do you have enough stock?”
Jiang Shengyue strolled leisurely past piles of grain, a middle-aged man with an eager smile following behind her.
The grain store owner behind her beamed with delight at her words: “That’s enough for us! But it’ll have to be delivered in batches—about three days.”
“That’s fine. Give me an even mix of low, medium, and high gluten flour, and for rice, I’ll take this Wuchang rice. I’ll send you the address—start delivering tomorrow.”
Jiang Shengyue ordered a total of 200 tons of goods, costing 2.2 million, and paid a 400,000 deposit upfront.
That much would take her a hundred years to eat.
After the Apocalypse, rice and flour this good would be hard currency—extremely rare to come by.
With the extreme heat, torrential rain, and harsh weather, only one in ten grains of food could be stored intact.
She planned to keep the surplus as reserves. Whatever she wanted to do in the future, having these supplies would give her confidence. She was used to leaving herself multiple escape routes.
Jiang Shengyue also ordered compressed biscuits—5,000 packs at 100g each, costing 7,500 yuan.
Self-heating hot pots in different flavors: mushroom, tomato, spicy, and beef tallow.
And self-heating rice in different cuisine styles: fish-flavored eggplant, shredded pork in garlic sauce, braised pork, moo shu pork, and more. She ordered 30,000 boxes of each, totaling 1.8 million yuan.
Instant noodles in every brand and flavor—chicken and mushroom, seafood, tomato and egg, beef, spicy, and everything else on the shelves. 24 packs per case, 1,000 cases total, 24,000 packs, costing 35,000 yuan.
Jiang Shengyue also ordered 1,000 bottles of ready-to-eat side dishes, totaling 10,000 yuan.
With the side dishes, she went to a deli to order frozen steamed buns—4 per pack, 2,000 packs, totaling 8,000 yuan.
In the Apocalypse, when even a sip of water was hard to come by, eating a steamed bun with side dishes would make everyone green with envy for half a year.
Finally, Jiang Shengyue ordered 1 ton of bulk dried noodles, costing 10,000 yuan.
By now, Jiang Shengyue had ordered over 4.07 million yuan worth of supplies at the farmers’ market, but only paid half—2.2 million—as a deposit.
All the goods would be delivered to the western suburb warehouse within three days, with the balance due upon confirming receipt.
After leaving the market, Jiang Shengyue headed straight for the building materials factory.
Jiang Shengyue’s fingertips rested on the cold body of a large machine as she turned to ask:
“Boss, do you have any diesel generators over 2000kw?”
“We do, but that wattage is very expensive. If it’s for home use, I’d suggest a 3-10kw unit would be enough.”
The owner assumed Jiang Shengyue was too young to know the industry and conscientiously recommended a small generator.
“It’s for large-scale indoor planting. A small one won’t do.”
Only then did the owner understand, and he earnestly introduced the machines in the store.
In the end, Jiang Shengyue settled on a massive 2200kw generator and asked him to come install it later.
After all, the villa reinforcement would start tomorrow—it was better not to let too many people know about it.
After ordering the big items, she also ordered 1,000 cassette stoves, each with three portable gas canisters—3,000 canisters in total—costing 50,000 yuan.
In the Apocalypse, when out and about, these could boil water and cook food, and the gas canisters could even be used as weapons when necessary—extremely convenient.
By the time today’s supply shopping was complete, the last ray of daylight had been replaced by night.
Jiang Shengyue collapsed in the car. Her already pale face had grown even more bloodless after a full day of running around.
Fortunately, she had mostly been sitting in the air-conditioned car, and taking some heat-relief medicine helped her hold on.
Rubbing her sore, aching calves, Jiang Shengyue logged back onto the Weilong website and ordered two accompanying personnel on a three-day contract.
They would meet at 9 a.m. the next morning at the warehouse in the western suburbs.
The goods she had ordered would arrive over the next three days, and someone had to keep watch at the warehouse during that time.
She had other things to do—paying for efficiency was perfectly reasonable.
As her mind wandered, she suddenly jolted—
“I almost forgot about this!”
Jiang Shengyue opened the hacking software she had paid a hefty price for the day before and connected it to Deng Xingpeng’s phone.
Her slender fingers danced across the screen.
A moment later, she glanced with satisfaction at her handiwork, carefully erasing all activity traces and chat records from his phone.
Her amber eyes glinted with an eerie light under the dim yellow glow of the streetlamp outside.
Deng Xingpeng had better be ready to sign for his first big “gift”!