Chapter 8: Leaving the Country, Buying Life-Saving Weapons

Chapter 8: Leaving the Country, Buying Life-Saving Weapons

Before the torrential rain, some people had food stored at home, and they initially thought the storm would pass quickly.

So many took the opportunity to make money by trading food for cash.

In the book, Li Shanyang and his group used the money Meng Ci gave them to exchange for food, only to cruelly kill Meng Ci later on.

Now, Meng Ci was tricking them into spending their money, ensuring they would suffer even more in the future.

"Ring."

Hearing the doorbell, Meng Ci opened the door. It was a server from the dessert shop.

"Hello, is this Mr. Li Shanyang? Here are your ordered pastries."

"It's me." Meng Ci stepped aside to let them in.

"Just place them wherever you can. I'll have someone come to arrange them later."

"Sure, sir." The few of them brought the pastries in one after another.

While these people were unloading the pastries, the first batch of beverages arrived, and Meng Ze also instructed them to put things wherever they could.

After both groups left, Meng Ci drew the curtains tightly and stored everything into the space.

The space had an automatic storage function that could categorize items according to type, even sorting cakes by flavor.

After expanding to two and a half stories, the house in the space stopped changing.

According to the room sizes, Meng Ci planned to have two bedrooms, one bathroom, and an open kitchen on the first floor.

On the second floor, there would be three bedrooms and two bathrooms. On the third floor, Meng Ci left it empty, not considering a dressing room or anything similar.

Outside, Meng Ci bought many clothes racks and hangers. When he received packages earlier, he had the delivery people hang everything neatly, which he then stored in the space.

After planning out the room distribution, Meng Ci started shopping again.

Beds, sofas, water heaters, showerheads, pots, bowls, ladles, basins...

He prepared multiple sets of each item and had them delivered to the warehouse. Since it was within the city, the latest they would arrive was tomorrow night.

Meng Ci directly ordered a hundred generators.

He also bought fifty solar power systems, a hundred solar lamps, solar fans, solar mobile chargers, and solar surveillance cameras...

Anything solar-powered that Meng Ci could buy, he purchased.

After the heavy rain and snow, there would be six months of intense sunlight, making solar products invaluable.

Then he turned his attention to drones. Although he had never played with them before, he selected several models and placed orders for all of them, as he had enough money.

After storing everything, Meng Ci left.

That evening, when he got home, Meng Ci received a photo from Li Xiaoya—a very dreamy princess bed, costing over half a million yuan.

Meng Ci was taken aback; even though he was now wealthy, he wouldn't spend so much on such an item.

"Really beautiful. I'll reimburse you next month."

Meng Ci sent the message and received a voice message from Li Xiaoya saying, "Love you, brother."

It gave him goosebumps.

Over the following days, Meng Ci continued ordering takeout and receiving packages at the warehouse.

After the car was modified, Meng Ci had the owner drive it to the warehouse, where he stored it in the space.

The space hadn't changed since Meng Ci placed the gold bars inside. He roughly measured it and estimated it to be about a thousand meters by a thousand meters.

With shelves, the items were neatly organized, leaving plenty of empty space.

Ten days before the end of the world, Meng Ci went to the United States.

Upon landing, it was getting dark, but having slept during the flight, he was fully energized as he entered a bar he had researched beforehand.

Inside, smoke filled the air, and the music was deafening.

Meng Ci circled around and eventually chose a muscular man with a shaved head and tattoos.

Pulling out a wad of dollars, he spoke fluent English, indicating he wanted to discuss business.

Meng Ci had already researched that those who frequented this bar were involved in the underworld.

He chose this man based on his previous work experience and intuition, telling him that this person had significant influence.

The man downed the drink in his glass, took the money from Meng Ci, and led him into a room.

"What do you want?" the man asked.

Meng Ci replied directly, "Guns, knives, bows and arrows, bulletproof vests..."

In the United States, firearms and ammunition were not prohibited. In the apocalypse, a reliable weapon was essential for survival.

That was why Meng Ci had Liang Xiu help him obtain a passport—to buy these items.

No matter how skilled one was, a gun was far more intimidating.

"Oh, right, gasoline and diesel too."

"And all sorts of medicine from Z Country."

Meng Ci bought generators, some running on diesel and others on gasoline, and the vehicles in the space all required gasoline.

However, obtaining these items domestically came with significant restrictions.

He certainly didn't want to be imprisoned for purchasing hazardous materials before the apocalypse even began.

"Money is not an issue; name your price."

"As for quantity, the more, the better."

The man seemed intimidated by Meng Ci, swallowing hard, "What do you need these things for?"

Thinking to himself, weren't Eastern people supposed to be peace-loving?

This person asking for so much at once—could they be planning some violent attack?

Would he be implicated if something happened?

Meng Ci did not answer but said sternly, "Can you do it or not?"

The man nodded, "Of course."

In the end, the man was swayed by the cash and took the job.

He was from the United States; even if this person caused trouble, it wouldn't concern him.

"Aren't Easterners usually more indirect? Why are you so straightforward?"

Meng Ci smiled lightly, "We also have a saying: 'getting straight to the point.' Indirectness isn't my style."

"Since you can handle it, I'll leave it to you."

"Oh, and remember to rent a warehouse for storing the goods."

"No problem," the man agreed.

Meng Ci directly pulled out a card, "This card has five hundred million RMB; the password is four sixes. Use it first, and ask me for more if needed."

Finding it troublesome to convert RMB to USD, Meng Ci gave the money directly in RMB.

Meng Ci believed this person would have channels to exchange the currency.

With nothing but money in his account being useful in the apocalypse, anything that could be done with money now was no issue.

The man took the card, "No problem."

Then, he arranged a safe place for Meng Ci to stay.

For the next five days, Meng Ci went out during the day to buy things unavailable domestically, occasionally lamenting that Western food couldn't compare to Chinese cuisine.

Still, he bought some steaks, salads, pizzas, and pasta, which he stored in the space.

He also visited a winery and purchased a batch of red wine.

On the last day, the man delivered the goods, and without checking, Meng Ci paid another five hundred million RMB, knowing these people were ruthless but trustworthy.

Satisfied with the payment, the man left, and Meng Ci stored everything in the space without worrying about surveillance or discovery, given that the apocalypse was only five days away.

Once the apocalypse arrived, the distance between the United States and Z Country would make it impossible to find him.

Besides, even if he told anyone now, they likely wouldn't believe him.

So Meng Ci wasn't afraid at all.

If worst came to worst, he could hide in the space for five days, making it impossible for anyone to catch him.

Back home, Meng Ci had a good night's sleep and paid the two delivery men who helped with the packages. Then, he started sorting through his deliveries and ordering takeout.