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Time circled back to where it all began.
She hadn't expected that she could relive the little sweet moments of her working times, and after thinking about it, she switched to a familiar tone.
Every day, Su Shu: "My lord, are you there? Your servant has urgent military intelligence to report!"
Commander Chestnut: "My little cutie, what's made you so anxious and impatient?"
Su Shu's face felt hot even across the screen.
Every day, Su Shu: "The old story's finished, and I want to start a new book."
Commander Chestnut: (manually making a heart shape) "I love your 'striking like lightning' diligence. What's the theme of the new story? Time travel or a big CEO? How about we write a drama this year where a cold, aloof beauty gets toppled and is lovingly spoiled in all kinds of ways?"
Every day, Su Shu: "Er... none of those."
Commander Chestnut: "..."
Every day, Su Shu: "I want to write an apocalypse survival... pitifully blinking."
Commander Chestnut: "Baby, is there something troubling you recently? A good CEO story that rakes in cash you won't write, but the apocalypse you do? Do you find money biting your hand? Don't give it to me then."
On this side of the screen.
Su Shu felt embarrassed. When had she ever thought money bit her hand? She now wished more than anything for money, so she could buy more things to stock up.
Every day, Su Shu: "No, I just read a few apocalypse-themed books recently, felt super inspired, and wanted to write a short story to satisfy that urge."
Commander Chestnut: "Impulse is the devil."
Every day, Su Shu: "I know, I know. The old book tired me out after a year, so I just wanted to write a short one to take a break, is that okay... pitifully blinking."
Commander Chestnut: "... Alright then, how long do you plan to make it?"
Every day, Su Shu: "100,000 words should be fine."
Commander Chestnut: (glaring) "How can you put it on the shelves with just 100,000 words?"
Every day, Su Shu: "Er... Then let's not put it on the shelves, how about I just use it as practice to gain experience? Pitifully poking fingers."
Commander Chestnut: "Young friend Su Shu, did you take your medication before you hit me up today?"
Every day, Su Shu: (hesitant) "... No?"
Commander Chestnut: "Go back and take your medicine!!!"
After logging off, her imposing Commander Chestnut softened for a moment and granted her the Pass Token.
The book, it could be written.
Su Shu thought that probably Chestnut believed in 'out of sight, out of mind'; since there was no new long story, he was letting her write a short one to satisfy her feelings.
To be honest, Su Shu was grateful from the bottom of her heart. She nearly blurted out impulsively, "The apocalypse is coming, editor, you'd better stock up now," but fortunately, she held back because if she hadn't, Commander Chestnut would definitely have made her take her medicine several more times.
She tried to hold back, but couldn't, and ended up sending one more message.
"I heard from others that prices might go up after a while, should we stock up while it's cheap?"
After some thought, she felt that wasn't enough and added another line.
"Oh, right, the urgent military intelligence I mentioned is this."
Signing off with her hands covering her head as if shielding from a pan lid, Su Shu felt that she really was... speechless. How could she have given such an idiotic hint? She wondered if Chestnut got the hint between the lines.
If he really didn't get it, then never mind, she'd come up with another plan later.
With the old book finished and the new one not yet started, Su Shu felt a wave of relief. With work problems solved, next up was the issue of gathering resources.
In the past few years of writing, besides daily expenses and other costs, she had also saved up a considerable amount of money. Although not as much as others, she calculated that the cash in her hand and fixed deposits in the bank combined amounted to over seven hundred thousand. That was money she had saved up on her own.
In the bank, there was also a large sum from her parents' life insurance, including compensation, which totalled more than two million. She had never touched it over the years, but this time she could withdraw it all and convert it to supplies to store in her space.
All in all, she had nearly three million in cash at her disposal, but she had no idea how many goods she could get with it.
Looking around her, if that wasn't enough, she still had this house she could sell for money. The house was old, and she had renovated it after earning from her job. In truth, it wouldn't sell for much; plus, this house carried many of her memories, and the thought of selling it did make her somewhat reluctant.
Let's just wait and see, she thought.
As she was contemplating whether to sell the house or not, suddenly, she noticed something off in the room.
By this time of the evening, Xiao'ai would usually be awake already.
Su Shu got up and went to the next room, not expecting that as soon as she pushed the door open, her heart almost stopped!
Where was Xiao'ai?!
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