Chapter 3: Stocking Up on Supplies

Zhang Yi’s attitude toward Fang Yuqing was extremely cold. Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining sensed something was off. However, after mistakenly assuming Zhang Yi was a hidden wealthy heir, instead of being upset by his demeanor, the two of them actually approached him more actively. What’s wrong with rich people having a bit of an attitude? That’s called style!

“Hey, Zhang Yi, were you just dining at this restaurant?” Lin Caining asked casually.

Zhang Yi furrowed his brows slightly. This woman wasn’t any better; she was just like Fang Yuqing. She had played a part in the food trap that almost killed him.

“Yes,” Zhang Yi replied coldly, hands in his pockets, then turned and headed toward the supermarket.

Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining hurried after him.

“Zhang Yi, where are you going?” Fang Yuqing asked with a gentle smile.

“To the supermarket,” Zhang Yi answered coldly, with a hint of impatience.

If it weren’t for wanting her to experience the despair of the apocalypse, he would have killed her on the spot.

Fang Yuqing gave Lin Caining a knowing glance and quickly added, “What a coincidence, we’re planning to buy some things too. It’s on the way!”

Zhang Yi understood immediately.

They must have seen him dining in a Michelin three-star restaurant and mistakenly thought he was some hidden rich heir. That was why they suddenly acted so warmly toward him.

He didn’t bother to say anything and walked straight toward the supermarket.

The more indifferent he was, the more Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining believed he was a wealthy heir. Otherwise, why would he be so arrogant?

The two women followed closely, with Fang Yuqing even brushing up against Zhang Yi occasionally, deliberately making contact. When Zhang Yi looked at her, she would shyly turn her head away, blushing as if very coy.

Zhang Yi sneered inwardly. Such a green tea bitch—she was such a good actress, if she acted in movies, she’d surely win the Oscar for Best Actress.

Zhang Yi entered the supermarket, grabbed a shopping cart, and started walking inside. Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining hurried after him, pushing their own carts.

“Zhang Yi, were you eating with someone?” Fang Yuqing asked with a smile.

Walking to the food section, Zhang Yi replied coldly, “Can’t I eat alone?”

Fang Yuqing’s eyes lit up as she quickly explained, “Oh no, that’s not what I meant. It’s just that everything in there is quite expensive. I thought you might be treating someone.”

Lin Caining couldn’t help but ask, “Zhang Yi, your monthly salary is just over ten thousand, right? That one meal alone probably cost you half a year’s wages.”

“Looks like your family left you quite a bit of money,” she added.

Fang Yuqing immediately shot Lin Caining a fierce glare.

Idiot, how can you ask such questions casually?

As a top-tier green tea, the most important rule is: talk about feelings with the rich, talk about money with the poor!

Realizing her mistake, Lin Caining hurried to cover up, “Haha, I was just joking. We’re all friends here, so money really doesn’t matter.”

Zhang Yi didn’t bother to respond to them.

He walked into the food section, staring at the dazzling array of goods on the shelves like he had entered a treasure trove.

In his previous life, he had experienced eating a single cup of instant noodles for two days.

So his yearning for food was boundless.

Zhang Yi went straight to the shelves and started loading his cart with everything he could grab—sausages, instant noodles, self-heating hot pots, and seasonings—in large quantities.

This shocked Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining.

“Zhang Yi, why are you buying so much food? Are you going camping or something?”

“Yeah,” Zhang Yi replied indifferently.

Lin Caining whispered to Fang Yuqing with suspicion, “Do rich heirs eat like this when they go camping?”

Fang Yuqing was also puzzled but, thinking about the Michelin three-star meal, she was unwilling to abandon the idea that Zhang Yi was a rich heir.

She approached Zhang Yi obediently and said, “Do you need any help?”

With free labor offered, Zhang Yi had no reason to refuse.

Moreover, seeing Fang Yuqing’s innocent smile, a thought of revenge formed in Zhang Yi’s mind.

He still had a month to prepare for the apocalypse.

Building a perfect shelter to ensure his safety wouldn’t be difficult.

As for supplies, he could get them from the Walmart warehouse.

This way, he could guarantee absolute safety and a comfortable life during the apocalypse.

Why not deliberately let Fang Yuqing know that he had stocked up some supplies, then watch her come crying and begging him later?

As for Fang Yuqing leaking his information and provoking those bastard neighbors, that was easy to handle.

As long as his safe house was sturdy enough, he wouldn’t need to worry about being besieged; he could even turn the tables and defeat those bastards.

Just imagining their furious helplessness made Zhang Yi’s smile twist into something almost perverse.

Yes, this was definitely an option worth considering.

Zhang Yi planned to contact a security company to build such a safe house immediately.

If feasible, he’d go with this plan.

If not, he would leave the city and build an underground shelter in some remote wilderness.

A two-pronged approach.

A faint smile curled on Zhang Yi’s lips. “Then you two can help me push the carts!”

Fang Yuqing quickly nodded in agreement.

Zhang Yi also had Lin Caining fetch another cart.

Although both were full of suspicion, they obeyed his orders.

Zhang Yi bought a lot of long-lasting food, including instant noodles, sausages, some cured meats, and canned goods.

He also used a separate cart for fresh meat, fruits, vegetables, and even some live fish.

He wanted to test whether his alternate dimension had any special effects on preserving fresh food.

Three carts were filled to the brim. Zhang Yi handed the one loaded with beef, lamb, and canned goods to the two women to push.

At least four or five hundred pounds, which left them sweating profusely.

Fang Yuqing complained, pouting, “Zhang Yi, how many people do you need to feed? Are you planning some event you haven’t told me about?”

Zhang Yi sneered. “The world is unpredictable. What if the apocalypse comes one day? I’m stocking up to survive.”

What he said was the absolute truth, but no one would believe it.

A doctor surnamed Li had already proved this point once before.

Fang Yuqing laughed it off, “Oh, if you don’t want to say, that’s fine! Why make such jokes?”

“But since I helped you so much today, you owe me a meal!” Fang Yuqing’s eyes were full of insinuation.

She hoped Zhang Yi would take her to the Michelin three-star restaurant.

Zhang Yi’s lips curved slightly. “Alright. But I’ve been busy lately. Maybe next month.”

Fang Yuqing cheered, “Great! It’s a deal!”

Lin Caining hurried over, “Yes, yes! Let’s all go together, hehe!”

Just pushing carts earned them a fine meal; of course, they were delighted.

Seeing Lin Caining’s lack of tact, Fang Yuqing glared at her again.

But Lin Caining pretended not to notice.

Zhang Yi went to check out, and the groceries cost over ten thousand.

He paid without batting an eye.

In the apocalypse, the value of these supplies would multiply by tens of thousands, even becoming priceless.

Because when that time came, no matter how much money you had, you might not be able to buy a single bite.

Since Zhang Yi bought so much, the supermarket gladly lent him extra carts.

He didn’t hesitate to order the two women to help push everything home.

In fact, he had a car and could have driven the goods back himself.

But why waste free labor?

Although the two women kept complaining about being tired, Zhang Yi’s promise of a big meal energized them.

So the three of them pushed three full carts of supplies back to the residential complex.