Back when Song Ya bought a car, she had already considered getting a custom RV. Otherwise, once the floodwaters receded, moving around would be nearly impossible.
When she arrived at the dealership, the salesperson immediately smiled and greeted her. “Miss Song, would you like me to show you the vehicle?”
Song Ya nodded, letting him lead her to the RV. The vehicle was striking in the showroom—tall, all-black, and commanding attention.
The salesperson began his detailed introduction. “Miss Song, this RV was custom-built according to your specifications. It has solar panels and a hybrid gas-electric system. With enough sunlight, it hardly uses gasoline. It has dual fuel tanks, enough for three days of continuous driving. There’s also a generator installed, so it can supply power while the vehicle is moving.”
“The RV is made entirely of bulletproof glass and materials. The tires are reinforced rubber, and it comes with a security system: anyone attempting to pry open the doors triggers an alarm. Sensors throughout the vehicle detect danger and display alerts on the screen. Would you like to take a look inside?”
The salesperson kept talking, while Song Ya peeked inside. There was a kitchen, a bathroom, a bed—almost everything one would need. The back of the RV had a large trunk accessible from inside, offering plenty of storage space.
“Alright, let’s swipe the card,” Song Ya said, nodding. She was extremely satisfied with the RV.
After describing her requirements earlier, she hadn’t expected the vehicle to turn out this good.
“Since it’s custom, we used the best materials, so the final price slightly exceeds the initial budget,” the salesperson said cautiously.
“No problem. How much?” Song Ya asked frankly.
“Sixty million yuan in total. Would you like to pay by card?”
The overage wasn’t excessive. After all, she had requested the best quality with expedited delivery. Song Ya had initially given a budget of fifty million yuan.
“Sure, card it,” she said, handing over her card. After today’s purchases, only a few million remained on it.
She had once thought about buying weapons on the black market, but she couldn’t even find an entry point—so she let it go.
Driving to park the RV at the villa, Song Ya passed an antique shop. She stopped and peeked inside. The store wasn’t large, but displayed in the window was a Tang sword.
The sword was silvery-gray, engraved with intricate patterns, reflecting a cold glint. It looked far superior to the two ten-thousand-yuan swords she had previously bought.
Without hesitation, Song Ya got out and ran into the shop. Inside were many pieces of blue-and-white porcelain and Tang sancai pottery, but she didn’t care for any of it—she only wanted the Tang sword.
The shop owner saw a young woman enter and immediately began pitching. “Miss, why not look at our blue-and-white porcelain? All from the Qing Dynasty, guaranteed authentic…”
Before he could finish, Song Ya pointed at the sword. “How much is this sword?”
The owner paused, glanced at her, and asked suspiciously, “Miss, what do you want this sword for? It’s very sharp and old… I’ve heard it’s even touched blood.”
“I’ve recently gotten into anime, and this sword looks like one from the shows. Just curious,” Song Ya replied casually.
The flattering gleam in the owner’s eyes immediately turned to disdain—he probably thought she didn’t have money. “This is an antique. At least three million yuan, miss. You surely…”
“Card,” Song Ya said, handing over her card. The owner was momentarily stunned—he had never encountered such a generous customer.
His calculating eyes spun as he realized how determined she was. Clearing his throat, he said, “I misspoke. This sword is at least… five million!”
He raised his five chubby fingers in front of her.
Song Ya narrowed her eyes. Though she didn’t care about money, she wasn’t about to be taken for a fool. She withdrew her card and started walking out.
Seeing her leave, the owner panicked. “Miss, don’t go! If the price isn’t right, we can negotiate!”
Song Ya paused and coldly said, “I spend quickly, but that doesn’t mean I have no temper. If this sword is five million, you should find another buyer.”
The owner was desperate. The sword was indeed antique, bought for only tens of thousands. Selling it for three million would be a huge profit. He wasn’t about to miss it. “Three million, that’s it!”
Song Ya stopped, pointing to a short dagger beneath the sword. “Include this dagger, three million total.”
“But we agreed on three million for the sword alone! Why the change?” The owner was flustered. Song Ya had an excellent eye, picking authentic pieces.
“Sir, you changed the terms, not me. If you don’t want to sell, that’s fine,” she said, lifting her leg to leave.
“Sell!” he yelled quickly. Even with two items, he would still profit from three million.
Song Ya didn’t waste words. She paid and left with the items.
She placed the sword and dagger on the passenger seat and drove the RV to the rooftop garage of the villa.
The parking spot was extremely hidden, appearing from a distance like part of the villa’s structure. Outsiders wouldn’t suspect a hidden space on the rooftop.
Moreover, she had purchased a bare property. With the empty surroundings, no one would even think of breaking in.
After handling everything, she returned home. Lin Nan Nan was alone in the living room and greeted her. “Song Ya, you’re back.”
“Mm,” Song Ya said, putting down the sword and dagger. Not seeing Liu Haowen, she asked casually, “Where’s he?”
“He went to buy gas,” Lin Nan Nan said, sighing. “I told him about the typhoon we experienced as kids. He went crazy and insisted we wouldn’t starve today, so he went all out buying supplies this afternoon.”
Although Liu Haowen looked strong now, when he first started spending time with Lin Nan Nan, he was a skinny kid often picked on. He had trained alongside her to get stronger, but his personality remained the same—he prioritized Lin Nan Nan.
He was thoughtful, though. If the typhoon cut off the community gas supply, having gas at home would make cooking easier.