2022.9.24
Song Ya went to check out vehicles and bought two fully equipped RVs with solar panels and three off-road SUVs with bulletproof glass.
Since she only wanted the best, these five vehicles alone cost her 100 million!
She didn’t hold back. When she asked the owner about fuel, he directly introduced her to a middleman who sold gasoline.
From the middleman, she bought 100,000 liters of gasoline and, on the side, 10,000 jin of diesel.
After purchasing, she had everything delivered straight to her suburban warehouse.
When she returned to the warehouse, the security guard, watching the constant flow of trucks, asked her with some puzzlement, “Boss lady, what are you planning to do? These past few days, trucks keep coming and going with deliveries.”
“Just some small business. Isn’t it normal for trucks to come and go?” Song Ya replied calmly.
The guard scratched his head. “I’ve worked here many years and seen lots of owners rent warehouses, but I’ve never seen anyone this busy.”
“Maybe my business is good. Also, there was that earthquake in S City recently, so I’m sending some supplies over. That’s why it looks busy,” Song Ya explained.
She then pulled out 500 yuan in cash and handed it to him. “Thanks for your hard work these past few days. If you don’t have anything urgent, you can go home early. There’s a lot of traffic coming in and out, so I’ll hire someone to watch over it.”
The guard only made about 3,000 yuan a month, so 500 in one go brightened his expression instantly. He didn’t refuse. “No trouble. It’s just the trucks; it’s a bit noisy.”
“You can go home first. You don’t need to watch. I might be busy for another week, but don’t worry, someone else will oversee things, and you won’t lose out on wages,” Song Ya said.
Who wouldn’t take money and get to rest? The guard immediately agreed. “Alright then, since you say so, I’ll clock out early today.”
Song Ya nodded, saying nothing further.
She checked a few warehouses and saw they were packed with goods.
She stored two-thirds of the items in her space and only left once she finished handling them.
The items she bought over the past few days had been arriving in batches. Because trucks came and went constantly, small amounts disappearing wouldn’t attract attention—but if everything vanished at once, it would be suspicious.
After organizing her goods, Song Ya returned home. Just as she reached the entrance, she heard an argument—Lin Nan Nan’s voice among them.
“We didn’t touch the stuff in front of your door. If something’s missing, go to property management. What use is it to come to us?”
Another voice, louder and more assertive, shouted, “You live across from us, right? Who else would it be? These shoes are all brand-name, worth at least tens of thousands. If you don’t pay, you’ll compensate us!”
Their apartment was on the 15th floor of the complex, a high floor. Each stairwell had two units, and directly across lived a family of three.
The complex prohibited leaving things in the hallway, but this family insisted on an open shoe rack. In summer, every time they entered their unit, the stench of feet hit them.
They had complained to the management, who tried to mediate, but the family matron, a woman in her fifties, refused to listen—even chased the management away with her scolding.
“Completely unreasonable! Who wants your stinky shoes!” Lin Nan Nan frowned in anger.
The matron’s gaze locked onto Lin Nan Nan, her tone sharp: “I don’t know what the landlord was thinking renting to people like you! I should have told management to keep outsiders out!”
Song Ya couldn’t stand it any longer and stepped in. “Ma’am, there are cameras in the hallway. If you want to know where your shoes went, just check the footage with management. No need to be so aggressive here.”
Seeing someone else intervene, the matron realized she had no leverage. She snorted coldly, “I live across from a bunch of outsiders. Maybe they’re not clean-handed!”
Lin Nan Nan immediately snapped, “If you’re worried, put your shoes back! Can’t you smell them? Who the hell would steal your shoes?”
The matron glared at Lin Nan Nan and slammed the door shut. Lin Nan Nan was fuming and, seeing Song Ya return, complained, “Xiao Ya, look at her behavior. This is the third time this month she’s caused us trouble.”
Listening to the door close, Song Ya noticed it was a solid wood door—pretty, but not indestructible. If someone wanted in, it would be easy.
She remembered last time a typhoon broke their living room window—they’d need to replace them all.
Song Ya guided Lin Nan Nan inside and suggested, “Nan Nan, maybe we should change the door.”
“You’re worried that matron might do something?” Lin Nan Nan asked.
Song Ya nodded. Luckily, the matron gave her a reasonable excuse.
“We’re gone most of the time. During the day, no one’s home. If she tries to steal anything, this wooden door is too easy to break,” Song Ya explained.
Seeing Lin Nan Nan hesitate, Song Ya added, “The landlord contacted me before, said the wood door got scratched and asked me to replace it. They’ll cover the cost.”
Hearing the landlord would pay, Lin Nan Nan immediately agreed. “Alright, then let’s change it.”
When they first rented, Song Ya handled all landlord communications. The landlord’s family now lived abroad and rarely returned. This property was in a prime location, so they didn’t sell, just rented it out.
The neighbors across the hall were frequently annoying, deliberately scratching their red-painted front door. Even with security footage, they denied everything.
The landlord, a straightforward person, didn’t want to escalate the issue, so no police involvement occurred.
With Lin Nan Nan’s agreement, Song Ya immediately called a renovation company and ordered the strongest, most secure security door. Price wasn’t an issue. She also had all windows replaced with double-layer bulletproof glass and added security grilles outside.