2022.9.16
Fortunately, Lin Nan Nan had classes in the morning; otherwise, she would have dragged Song Ya into more nagging.
Song Ya first rented a storefront in the city, paying three months’ rent upfront. The shop was quite spacious—over a hundred square meters—and close to the restaurants she had ordered from, making it convenient to haul goods.
She bought two cargo trucks and hired two drivers. She had them pick up the previously ordered takeout meals in two batches, instructing them to deliver everything to the store before 7 PM.
Since Song Ya offered a high rate, the two drivers readily agreed.
After arranging the drivers, Song Ya went to a shop that specialized in selling aircraft and speedboats. She custom-ordered two helicopters and three speedboats. With natural disasters about to begin, she chose installment payments whenever possible. Whether they would be useful or not didn’t matter—better to have them than to need them and not.
She instructed them to deliver the items directly to her warehouse once they arrived.
After placing those orders, Song Ya went to several frozen food wholesale markets and directly bought out entire cold storage units. Warehouses No. 9 and No. 10 that she had rented were cold storage facilities, making transportation convenient.
She signed contracts with the owners and transferred a five-million deposit, asking them to transport all goods to the suburban warehouse.
The frozen goods selection was comprehensive: buns, steamed buns, various meatballs, shrimp paste, beef and mutton rolls, dumplings, tangyuan, popsicles—anything available on the market, Song Ya took it all.
Seeing how decisive she was, the owner couldn’t help asking, “Miss, what are you planning to do with so much?”
“My family gave me some money to start a business. I’m thinking of opening a chain supermarket, so I’m stocking up in advance,” Song Ya replied with a smile.
The owner choked on her answer, probably thinking that even stocking up didn’t require this much frozen food at once.
But she was the paying client—there was no reason to refuse making money—so he didn’t ask further.
In the afternoon, she went to the meat market. Pork, beef, lamb, chicken, duck, pigeon—she ordered everything. She asked the vendors to work overtime to slaughter and package as much as possible, picking them up every night at 8 PM.
Seeing her generosity, one boss quickly asked, “Miss, do you want eggs too? We wholesale eggs here. If you buy in bulk, I can give you a discount.”
“Sure. Then give me 1,000 jin of each kind of egg,” Song Ya nodded. As long as it was food, she never thought it was too much.
She had the eggs delivered to the warehouse. Slaughtering poultry would take time, and freshly slaughtered birds tasted best. If stored in cold storage too long, the flavor would change.
One year after awakening her abilities, she had obtained the spatial ability and had long mastered its use.
The space expanded with the growth of her mental strength. After living eight years in the apocalypse, her mental power was naturally formidable. Even if she could only replicate one-third of the original ability, it was still enough to store an enormous amount. As long as her mental strength held, she could store infinitely!
Moreover, time was frozen within the space. No matter how long items were stored, they wouldn’t spoil. That was why her first reaction upon rebirth had been to stockpile immediately.
After finalizing the orders, Song Ya returned to the shop. The drivers had already placed all the meals inside. They had thoughtfully wrapped them in insulated containers and covered them with quilts—they were still hot to the touch.
She stored everything into her space, then drove the truck to the poultry market to collect the slaughtered goods.
Once everything was loaded onto the truck, she transferred them into her space as well.
When she returned home that night, Lin Nan Nan and the others were not back yet.
Song Ya went to her room, took a shower, and began meditating.
Meditation could strengthen mental power. After two hours of sitting in silence, she was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Opening it, she saw Lin Nan Nan holding a box of crayfish. Seeing her, she waved it in front of her. “I bought crayfish and beer. Want some?”
Song Ya laughed softly and nodded. “What made you buy crayfish?”
“You used to love it. And eating crayfish at night won’t make you fat. Just keeping you company,” Lin Nan Nan said cheerfully.
She probably thought quitting her job would upset Song Ya and was trying to comfort her indirectly.
Warmth filled Song Ya’s heart as she put on gloves and began eating.
Afterward, Lin Nan Nan suggested sleeping with her, but Song Ya waved her off. “Liu Haowen already looked upset last night. If you stay here again, he’ll probably try to kill me with his eyes.”
“Who cares about him? You’re my sister. Men can step aside,” Lin Nan Nan muttered, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
“That’s enough. It’s late. Go rest with Liu Haowen. Tomorrow’s the weekend—you probably still have classes,” Song Ya gently pushed her.
Seeing Song Ya refuse, Lin Nan Nan didn’t insist. “Fine, I’ll go back. If anything’s bothering you, don’t keep it bottled up. Tell me.”
“Mm, I know.” Song Ya nodded, then suddenly remembered something. “Oh right, Nan Nan, didn’t you say one of your trainees works in pharmaceutical sales? Can you send me his contact?”
“You’re not thinking of entering that industry, are you?” Lin Nan Nan exclaimed, frowning. “I heard him say during training that it’s exhausting. Only the top performers make good money.”
“No. I want to buy some medicine. Buying from hospitals involves too many restrictions. Going directly to a pharmaceutical company should be easier,” Song Ya replied half-truthfully. “Didn’t we say there was an earthquake in S City? I want to donate some supplies.”
“Maybe take care of yourself first before helping others. You didn’t even make much at that company,” Lin Nan Nan frowned.
“My cheap dad left me some money. It’s enough,” Song Ya said calmly.
After a moment of silence, Lin Nan Nan nodded. “Fair enough. Consider it accumulating merit for that scumbag. I’ll forward you his WeChat.”
Song Ya added him. Even though it was late, the other party responded enthusiastically.
Song Ya: I need a batch of medicine—mainly anti-inflammatories, blood pressure meds, cold medicine, painkillers. You can add some other types too.
Pharma Xiao Liu: Sis, what are you buying these for?
The reply came quickly.
Song Ya typed: Sending them to S City. Isn’t there an earthquake? Want to donate some supplies.
The chat showed “typing…” for quite a while.
Finally, he replied: Sis, you’re so kind. How much do you need? I’ll check. But medicine is sold by the carton—it’s not cheap.
Song Ya: Help me assemble 30 million yuan worth. Send me a list afterward. I need it within a week. If you can manage it, I’ll personally give you 100,000 as a service fee.
Pharma Xiao Liu: Got it! I’ll give you an answer tomorrow. I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.
Seeing his response, Song Ya finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After the apocalypse, anti-inflammatory and painkillers were incredibly hard to find. A single pill was worth a fortune. In that environment, injuries were inevitable—and preventing infection was the most crucial step.
Otherwise, once a wound became infected, death would come easily.