Early the next morning, Shen Xingdu arrived at the western suburban warehouse.
The owner of Wang’s Grain & Oil was extremely efficient—dozens of heavy trucks were lined up, unloading cargo.
Looking at the towering stacks of Wuchang rice and the golden barrels of soybean oil, Shen Xingdu could already imagine herself in the apocalypse, scooping steaming white rice and pouring braised pork sauce over it, eating to her heart’s content.
“Miss Shen, please check! This is 500 tons of rice—all from this year’s autumn harvest, fragrant as can be!” The owner wiped his sweat and handed over a thick stack of delivery slips.
Shen Xingdu pretended to inspect a few bags, grabbing a handful of rice and smelling it—the aroma was intoxicating.
“Not bad.” She was satisfied and immediately transferred the remaining payment via her phone.
“Miss Shen is decisive! Come back for business anytime!” The owner, seeing the payment go through, could barely contain his joy and left with his convoy of trucks.
The warehouse doors closed.
Inside the vast, empty warehouse, only Shen Xingdu remained, surrounded by supplies stacked almost to the ceiling.
No cameras, remote location—perfect for action.
Shen Xingdu took a deep breath, approached the mountain of rice, and placed her right hand on a bag.
Thinking to herself: “Collect!”
Swish!
The 500 tons of rice, once piled in a corner, instantly disappeared.
Her consciousness entered the Space, and she saw all 500 tons neatly arranged in a corner of her Level 1 Time-Stopped Space, occupying only a small area.
“This sense of control… too satisfying.”
Next came flour, soybean oil, noodles, and seasonings…
In less than ten minutes, the massive warehouse—previously packed wall to wall—was cleaner than her own face, even the dust on the floor was recycled for a few Survival Points.
Just as she finished with the grains and oils, the cooked food delivery convoy arrived.
KFC, McDonald’s, and several private kitchens delivered their meals.
Shen Xingdu specifically instructed them not to unpack meticulously—just bring the boxes inside.
Once the delivery staff left, she immediately stored all the steaming hot food in her Time-Stopped Space.
Since the Time-Stopped Space freezes time, the fried chicken was as hot and crispy as when it left the fryer—even after a year or ten, it would remain fresh and perfectly crisp.
With basic sustenance secured, Shen Xingdu raced to the western suburban scrapyard and vehicle dismantling center—her other important target today: earning Survival Points.
Yesterday’s spree was fun, but spending RMB was nothing compared to the true hard currency: Survival Points.
She had her eye on the [Titanium Alloy Blast-Proof Wall Material] in the system’s shop—high-tech material capable of withstanding rocket attacks, essential for fortifying a safehouse, but insanely expensive at 10 Survival Points per square meter.
The scrapyard owner, a middle-aged man covered in grease, was worried about the mountain of scrap metal.
Strict environmental regulations made dismantling costly, and business was slow.
“Boss, I’ll take all of these scrapped vehicles,” Shen Xingdu said, pointing to the piles of car carcasses, some overgrown with grass.
“Little girl… you’re in the scrap metal business too?” the owner asked suspiciously.
“Something like that. I have special channels.” She handed him a cigarette. “How much per ton?”
“Since you’re taking it all… 1,500 per ton.”
“Deal. One condition: I rent this yard for two days and handle everything myself. No interruptions.”
The owner happily took the deposit and went off to play cards with his workers.
Confirming the area was empty, Shen Xingdu looked at the piles of industrial waste with a greedy smile.
This wasn’t scrap metal—it was Survival Points!
“System, activate Powerful Recycling Mode!”
She rushed into the vehicle piles. Wherever her hands touched, scrapped sedans, trucks, and rusted engines turned into flowing light and vanished.
[Beep! Recycled 1.5 tons of scrapped automobile steel, gained 15 Survival Points.]
[Beep! Recycled scrap rubber tires, gained 5 Survival Points.]
[Beep! Recycled used batteries (containing heavy metals), high-value pollutant, gained 50 Survival Points!]
Turns out, items with greater environmental hazards yielded more Survival Points!
Shen Xingdu buzzed around like a busy bee, weaving through thousands of scrapped cars.
By the afternoon, she had “consumed” half the scrapyard.
Checking the system panel:
Current Survival Points: 15,000.
She was suddenly rich!
“System, exchange 1,000 square meters for [Titanium Alloy Blast-Proof Wall Material], 200 square meters for [One-Way Bulletproof Insulated Glass], and 1 set of [Whole-House Ecological Circulation System (Water/Electricity/Air)]!”
With a flick of her hand, her freshly earned points were spent, but she felt completely secure.
With these materials, her 38th-floor penthouse would become a true apocalypse fortress.
Even if floods raged and zombies besieged the city, she could sleep soundly inside.
As she stepped out of the dismantling center, her phone rang again.
This time it was her mother, Zhao Yalan.
“Shen Xingdu! Where the hell have you been? Young Master Gu says you blocked him! Don’t you have any shame? Get back and apologize to him, or I’ll disown you!”
Shen Xingdu held the phone at arm’s length, coldly smiling: “Mrs. Zhao, are you forgetting things with age? The agreement was signed yesterday, the money is transferred—we have nothing to do with each other. Don’t worry about blocking him—I even want to scatter his ashes.”
“You… unfilial girl! Don’t think you can enjoy that 500 million safely! Outside the Shen family, you won’t even have a meal!”
“That’s none of your concern,” Shen Xingdu said, glancing at the 500 tons of rice and thousands of pieces of fried chicken stored safely in her Time-Stopped Space.
“I’ll eat better than you, for starters. And a friendly tip: with all this rain lately, tell Lin Wan’er not to wear heels—she might slip and break her leg.”
She hung up and blocked her mother.