2022.9.17
Song Ya arrived at the vegetable wholesale market early in the morning.
Potatoes, napa cabbage, eggplants, tomatoes, winter melons, mushrooms, pumpkins, green beans…
Anything she could see, she bought in bulk, giving the warehouse address to the owner. “Boss, deliver goods to this warehouse for three days. Whatever you have, I’ll take it all.”
The owner, seeing her generosity, reminded her, “Miss, vegetables don’t last long. Except for some potatoes, the rest might wilt in just a few days.”
“No problem. There was an earthquake in S City recently, right? The company sent me to purchase supplies to support them. Just deliver the goods to the warehouse. Our company will arrange special trucks to send them to S City,” Song Ya explained.
She knew buying so much would definitely raise suspicions, so she already had an excuse ready.
Hearing her explanation, the owner didn’t argue. He counted the goods, packed everything, and delivered them. Song Ya paid him a five-million deposit.
Just after paying, she noticed a message from Xiao Liu.
Pharma Xiao Liu: Sis, the management has checked. Everything you ordered can be delivered, but it might take three days.
Song Ya glanced at it and finally exhaled in relief. Bulk purchases of ordinary items didn’t attract much attention as long as she had a reasonable excuse—but medicine was a different story. Luckily, that problem was solvable.
Song Ya: Alright, thanks. Please prepare everything as soon as possible.
These days, Song Ya almost went shopping every morning after waking up, then returned at night to meditate and nurture her mental power.
Perhaps because life was currently peaceful and undisturbed, her mental power had grown significantly compared to the earlier apocalypse, and her abilities had become smoother to use.
Her space was five meters high. Inside, both time and space were frozen, so even stacking items to the top was effortless.
In the past few days, Song Ya visited the seafood market, fruit wholesale market, meat market, and snack wholesale market. She even bought a large amount from the hardware market.
She purchased underwear by the carton, short sleeves, sun hats, arm sleeves, cotton jackets, and outdoor jackets—anything she could see, she bought.
She rented a fleet of trucks to deliver some food and medicine to S City.
It wasn’t that she wanted to play the selfless savior; her previous excuse for buying supplies had been delivering them to S City. Buying so many items would inevitably attract attention, so only by having a solid story could she avoid suspicion.
Most of the goods delivered to the warehouse were stored in her space. Over the past few days, trucks had been constantly moving in and out of the warehouse, transporting goods, yet no one knew how much she had actually bought.
The items sent out were few—mere trifles compared to what she had purchased.
2022.9.22
Looking over her organized list, Song Ya realized she had nearly stocked up all the food items. Now only household necessities were left.
She pulled up a list on her computer, grabbed it, and went out.
Since the quantity was large, she mostly asked the store owners to deliver directly to her.
Tissues, towels, toiletries, sanitary pads, cups, bowls and chopsticks, wet wipes…
Just these household items alone cost nearly five million.
In the afternoon, she went to a store specializing in power banks. They had a complete selection: portable chargers, generators, and solar panels.
“Boss, I want to open a store like this. How much inventory would I need?” Song Ya asked.
The boss, corpulent with a gold chain around his neck, squinted at her and studied her up and down. In his eyes, Song Ya looked like a fat fish waiting to be caught.
“All our products are top quality. Many stores source from us. Power banks and solar panels are hot sellers. The more you buy, the cheaper it gets. And these items don’t spoil, so you can sell them at your pace,” the boss said with a smile.
Song Ya understood his intent perfectly but played the innocent. “I see. So how much do I need to get a good deal?”
“Miss, how big is your store?” the boss probed.
“About 500 square meters. How much inventory do you think is suitable?” Song Ya replied, sitting upright with bright eyes, perfectly feigning innocence.
“Okay, take 500 power banks and 100 solar panels. I’ll give you a discount. That’ll be five million,” the boss tentatively offered.
Song Ya acted naive. “If I buy a bit more, will it be even cheaper?”
“How much more do you want?” he asked.
“For the power banks, 500 units of each model. For the solar panels, 100 units of each type. Generators are probably not practical now—they’re too loud—so 50 units,” Song Ya answered.
The boss froze. Counting the models—six or seven types of power banks and a similar number of solar panels—this order totaled about 30 million. High-capacity units were more expensive.
“Are you sure? This will be about 30 million.”
“No problem. My dad left me plenty of money. As long as I can succeed in business, it’s fine. I’ve rented multiple stores; I’m sure I can sell them,” Song Ya said confidently.
Hearing her ambitious words, the boss grinned. A wealthy client had come knocking; if he didn’t make money, someone else would. He quickly agreed. “Fine. I’ll arrange the stock from our headquarters. It’ll take about three days to gather everything.”
“Great. Once the goods are ready, send them to this warehouse,” Song Ya wrote down the address and handed it to him.
Using the same method, she also purchased gas, charcoal, and similar items.
2022.9.23
Time was getting tighter, though most items were already bought. She just needed to fill in some gaps.
Portable chargers, warm packs, seeds, skincare, sunscreen, various seasonings, and more.
To avoid leaving traces when the typhoon arrived, she also ordered bread, drinks, and self-heating hot pots online. Fortunately, it was near National Day, so many stores were running promotions—mostly “second item for 1 yuan”—though merchants had inflated the first item price in advance.
Perhaps because of her wealth, Song Ya could purchase all these things without even flinching.