Wang Qingshan's breath hitched as he stared at the mountain of supplies that now filled his office.
The sheer volume of high-quality, pre-apocalypse goods was staggering.
He took a moment to steady himself, blinking as if to confirm that this was real and not some hallucination.
In a world where food and basic necessities were rare commodities, seeing such abundance felt almost unreal.
"How… how much did this cost?" Wang Qingshan asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Liu Feng glanced at Wang Yi before turning his gaze back to Wang Qingshan.
"In total, we spent just 2 million federal coins."
Wang Qingshan sucked in a deep breath.
"Sorry sir, I can't take out the entire thing due to lack of space." Wang Yi's voice interrupted Wang Qingshan's thought process.
"What?" Wang Qingshan felt as if his ears were ringing.
Since Wang Yi was covered by a wall of supplies, Wang Qingshan couldn't see the smile on Wang Yi's face.
