Zhang Yi, along with two others, pushed three large carts of supplies back to the residential area.
Along the way, many neighbors witnessed the scene and couldn't help but gossip.
Zhang Yi didn't care anymore about being discovered hoarding supplies.
After all, those two hypocrites knew about his shopping, and the news couldn't be hidden anymore.
If he only wanted to survive, he could sell all his assets and run to a deserted place to build an impenetrable fortress.
But then, how would he seek revenge on the neighbors who had tortured him in his past life?
Unless he wiped out those people, Zhang Yi's resentment would never dissipate.
So, one of his plans for the apocalypse was to stay in this neighborhood and take revenge on everyone who owed him in a different cruel way!
Of course, the premise of this plan was that the security company had the ability to build an impregnable shelter for him.
Otherwise, he would have to make second-hand preparations, like building an underground shelter in a deserted place.
Zhang Yi looked around at the neighbors, who were happily discussing the purpose of his extensive shopping.
He had experienced all of this firsthand.
But he wasn't afraid, because this time, he would be prepared in advance.
He would let those people see but not touch, and in the end, they would be left frustrated.
Zhang Yi and Fang Yuqing lived in an apartment building.
Since Zhang Yi worked as a manager in the Walmart warehouse, neighbors often asked him to help buy discounted items.
So, everyone in the neighborhood knew Zhang Yi.
Seeing Zhang Yi and his companions returning with so many goods, a grandma who had come out to play with her grandson walked over.
She looked at the food in the carts, including fresh beef and mutton, and couldn't help but feel tempted.
"Xiao Zhang, why did you bring back so much stuff? Is it from the warehouse?"
"You won't be able to use so much. How about sharing some with your neighbors?"
In the past, she often asked Zhang Yi to buy cheap discounted goods for her, always eager to take advantage of a good deal.
And in the previous life, she relied on Zhang Yi's generosity to get some food.
But when all the neighbors rushed to Zhang Yi's house to rob him, not only did she not stop them, but she also showed more enthusiasm than the young people.
Fang Yuqing and Lin Cainin didn't want to provoke this woman, so they quickly said, "These things were all bought by Zhang Yi. We're just helping him bring them back."
The grandma immediately looked at Zhang Yi and said with a smile, "Xiao Zhang, it looks like these are from your warehouse. How about giving Aunt Lin some?"
As she spoke, her grandson, Little Tiger, had climbed onto one of the carts and grabbed a box of chocolates.
Although he was small, his eyes were cunning. The imported chocolates in the box cost over two hundred in the supermarket.
Without a word, Zhang Yi snatched the items back.
Then he coldly said to the grandma, "Sorry, these things are for me to eat!"
The grandma's face suddenly changed. "You…"
Zhang Yi's lack of face for her, the neighborhood leader, made her very angry.
Especially when her grandson Little Tiger, after being pulled away by Zhang Yi, started crying and demanding the chocolates even more vigorously.
He even pointed at Zhang Yi, his face full of hatred, and cursed, "You bad guy, give me back the chocolates, or I'll beat you to death!"
Zhang Yi looked at him coldly and said in a low voice, "Say one more word, and I'll slap you!"
Little Tiger was frightened by Zhang Yi's threat and started crying loudly, sitting on the ground and throwing a tantrum.
The grandma hurried over to comfort her grandson, then angrily reprimanded Zhang Yi.
"How old are you, and you're arguing with a child?"
"It's just a box of chocolates! What's wrong with giving it to a child to eat?"
"Or, give him a box of chocolates! Consider it bought by me, and I'll pay you back later. This is just a favor!"
But Zhang Yi just sneered.
Nowadays, with mobile payment, paying is extremely convenient.
Her talk of paying back later was obviously a way to avoid paying.
"I said these are for me to eat. If you want to eat, go to the supermarket yourself!"
Zhang Yi sneered and then beckoned to Fang Yuqing and Lin Cainin to leave.
As soon as they left, they heard the grandma cursing loudly behind them.
But Zhang Yi paid no attention.
The grandma's son and daughter-in-law worked outside, leaving her alone at home to take care of her grandson.
In the past, Zhang Yi had helped them out of kindness.
But without Zhang Yi's help this time, this unethical old lady and her mischievous grandson would be lucky to survive ten days.
Zhang Yi didn't want to argue with corpses.
It's not that he was heartless, but after that day arrived, it would be difficult for everyone to just look after themselves.
The lives of others naturally came after his own.
After pushing the three carts of supplies back home, Zhang Yi asked them to leave.
"Zhang Yi, don't forget to treat us!"
Fang Yuqing blinked mischievously at Zhang Yi.
But when Zhang Yi saw it, he felt a surge of nausea in his heart.
He just made a perfunctory reply.
The two women had planned to stay and look for clues about Zhang Yi's hidden wealth.
But seeing that Zhang Yi didn't seem interested in entertaining them, they had to leave first.
After they left, Zhang Yi opened his spatial pocket and put away the items.
He was prepared to observe whether the items placed in the space would undergo any changes.
After doing all this, it was already late in the day.
Zhang Yi didn't rush to rest but took out pen and paper to carefully plan the preparations for the next month.
Zhang Yi wrote down "food" on the notebook and put a checkmark next to it.
"Then there's heating."
"In that case, the simplest method should be used. A fireplace is the first choice!"
The principle of a fireplace is similar to that of a kang bed, both using primitive methods for heating.
In Europe, where the winter temperatures are particularly low, this method is used to get through the long winters.
"In this case, the house will need to be renovated, preferably with added insulation layers."
Thinking about renovation, Zhang Yi thought of his house being broken into in his previous life, and couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"I also need to turn my home into an impregnable fortress."
"First, I'll need to install thick steel plates or alloy materials all around, at least capable of withstanding normal explosions."
You can't joke about life safety. Zhang Yi had already tasted death once and didn't want to experience it again.
The issue of a safe house was also easily solved.
In Tianhai City, there is a security company specializing in security services for the privileged.
Among them is the service of building safe houses.
Zhang Yi remembered seeing news in his past life about a top-tier billionaire abroad building a super fortress that could withstand attacks from small H weapons.
"Then there are the medicines. I must prevent myself from getting sick and
being unable to treat it."
"In the Walmart warehouse, there are many commonly used medications for treating minor illnesses like colds and fevers. But these are far from enough."
"The Cambrian Storm will last for decades, and I need to be fully prepared."
Fortunately, Zhang Yi's connections in Tianhai City were quite good.
After all, he was in warehouse management, and he also knew some hospital warehouse staff.
As long as enough money could be given, any medicine could be obtained.
After solving these issues, Zhang Yi knocked on the notebook with his ballpoint pen.
"Next, there's one last problem to solve."
His gaze became sharp.
"That's weapons!"
Human life is as insignificant as grass. To live, one must have enough power.
Zhang Yi wasn't a martial arts expert, but even the best martial arts couldn't compete with a kitchen knife.
As long as the prepared weapons were strong enough, there was no need to worry about this issue.
"Chopping knives, crowbars, and axes are easy to get."
"Bows and crossbows, air rifles, and compound bows also have channels."
"But the most powerful weapon is, of course, the American-style katana. This thing can only be obtained through the black market in China."
"Going abroad to get it? It's not practical. Going out without knowing the life and death, a round trip would take many days. I don't have a foreign gun license, and it's impossible for me to go to a weapons store to buy one."
Zhang Yi rubbed his chin, realizing that this problem was temporarily unsolvable.
But he still had a month's time, as long as he was willing to spend money, there should be a way to solve it.
He spent three hours drawing up the perfect plan before finally taking a hot shower and lying down on his comfortable bed to sleep.
...
The next morning, Zhang Yi got up from bed.
He didn't sleep well all night, waking up several times due to nightmares.
Upon waking up, he found himself still lying in the warm and comfortable bed at home, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.
To avoid repeating the same mistakes, Zhang Yi became even more determined to make perfect preparations!
After getting up, Zhang Yi made breakfast for himself.
Then he opened the spatial pocket to check the changes in the items thrown in.
To his delight, the meat, fruits, and vegetables placed overnight showed no signs of change.
Meat didn't show much change in the short term, but fruits and vegetables tended to become less fresh overnight.
However, after being placed in the spatial pocket, those fruits and vegetables were as fresh as when he bought them yesterday.
"My spatial pocket is independent of this world, so perhaps the rules of time change are different."
"It's possible that time flows more slowly, or even stops altogether. This is a great piece of news!"
"In that case, I can put all sorts of things in there without any worries."
However, when Zhang Yi checked the fish he had put in, he found that they were all dead.
Even though they were dead, they still looked lifelike, without any signs of decay.
Zhang Yi rubbed his chin, understanding some of the rules of using the spatial pocket.
"Living things can't be put in, or they can't survive for long after being put in. It seems that my idea of living in it myself isn't practical."
But this wasn't a big problem. The inside of the spatial pocket was just a vast white expanse, nowhere near as comfortable as Zhang Yi's home.
As long as he could put things in it, it was fine.
With this in mind, Zhang Yi's mind was filled with many ideas.
Since he could store fresh meat, fruits, and vegetables, what about cooked dishes?
Although Zhang Yi could cook, he was still far from a professional chef.
In the future, relying on himself to cook would eventually become tiresome.
So, Zhang Yi immediately called the largest five-star hotel in Tianhai City, Hongfu Tianxia.
This hotel also offered takeaway services, and their food was top-notch, which Zhang Yi loved to eat.
"Hello, this is Hongfu Tianxia Hotel. How may I assist you?"
Zhang Yi immediately said, "I'm inviting guests to my house for a three-day and three-night banquet, so I need to reserve 500 tables of food!"
The person on the other end was also taken aback.
500 tables of food would take a long time to prepare even for them.
And they were a five-star hotel, with the cheapest banquet table costing three to four thousand.
With 500 tables, that would be over a million!
The waiter didn't dare to make a decision and quickly said, "Please wait a moment, let me consult our manager."
After a while, another person took over the call.
"Hello, sir, I'm Chen Dingfang, the manager of Hongfu Hotel. May I have your name?"