NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 16: Chapter 16: The Apocalypse Begins
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Upon returning to his apartment, Zhao Yan quickly retrieved some of the banquet dishes Zheng Bo had ordered last time from his space and arranged them on the table. Soon, a knock sounded at the door. Zhao Yan opened it to find Lin Qing'er, dressed in home clothes, wiping her still-damp hair with a dry towel, walking in with a smile.
When she saw the table laden with various dishes, Lin Qing'er's eyes widened. "Old Zhao, you've struck it rich, getting so much good food?"
"Heh, what 'struck it rich'? Come on, sit down and eat," Zhao Yan said with a chuckle.
"Then I won't be polite! I'll start with a big lobster!" Lin Qing'er said, sitting down and reaching for a large lobster, beginning to eat.
Zhao Yan watched Lin Qing'er eating with relish, then turned to enter the room and took out a bottle of red wine from his space. Returning to the dining table, Zhao Yan poured Lin Qing'er a glass. "You're tired from your journey today. Have some wine to relax."
Looking at Zhao Yan sitting opposite her, Lin Qing'er stared for a moment, then said in a somewhat soft, seductive voice, "Old Zhao, you're so good to me. But I'm not really in the mood lately."
Lin Qing'er's words nearly made Zhao Yan, who had just taken a sip of wine, spit it out. He hadn't expected Lin Qing'er to think he had ideas. Even if Zhao Yan did have ideas, tonight was definitely not the night; he had something else to do soon.
"Ahem! Don't get the wrong idea. I, Old Zhao, am a decent man. After dinner, go back and get some rest early," Zhao Yan said with a serious expression.
"Hmph! A 'decent man'? I don't see it," Lin Qing'er scoffed playfully, then began to furiously attack a king crab.
Lin Qing'er ate the meal feeling completely relaxed. After dinner, Lin Qing'er chatted with Zhao Yan for a while, then returned to her own apartment. After such a long journey, she was indeed very tired. However, before she left, Zhao Yan instructed her to close the windows properly and take out a thick quilt to cover herself. He also told her to turn on the air conditioner if it got cold at night. Lin Qing'er was a bit confused by Zhao Yan's strange remarks. Although it was raining today, it wasn't cold enough to warrant a thick quilt and air conditioning. Nevertheless, Lin Qing'er eventually nodded, indicating she understood.
After seeing Lin Qing'er off, Zhao Yan called Wang Ziying and Fang Qingzhi separately, giving them the same instructions. Although both women felt very bewildered, they both said they understood.
Zhao Yan glanced at the time. It was eleven o'clock; the temperature drop would begin in an hour. Zhao Yan retrieved the Primary Shelter Modification Module from his storage space, and soon the apartment was transformed. Although Zhao Yan had seen the renovated apartment once before, seeing it again still filled his heart with joy. This was his safe haven in the apocalypse. After collecting a few more Goddesses, Zhao Yan felt he could stay here until the end of time. Thinking about how he could live a happy life with several Goddesses every day, Zhao Yan felt a little excited.
After strolling around the apartment for a while, Zhao Yan took out some ingredients and drinks and put them into the refrigerator. He also took out some rice, flour, and various seasonings and arranged them in the kitchen. After doing all this, Zhao Yan took out his cold-weather suit and prepared it. He planned to wear the cold-weather suit and go out after midnight to collect supplies from the small shops, convenience stores, and pharmacies around the complex. If he didn't collect them, they would most likely benefit Zheng Bo, or even if Zheng Bo didn't take them, they would be swept clean by the residents of the complex who lacked supplies within a few days.
Meanwhile, Zheng Bo was currently in a taxi, repeatedly urging the driver to go faster. Just half an hour ago, Zheng Bo had finally found an opportunity to enter the warehouse. He had managed to collect a good amount of supplies from areas not covered by surveillance. These supplies were enough for Zheng Bo to live comfortably for the rest of his life in the apocalypse. According to Zheng Bo's memory, the supplies in the area he collected from should contain plenty of high-quality beef and lamb, as well as some imported ham—all high-end ingredients. Although Zheng Bo was pressed for time and couldn't examine them closely, he believed he hadn't remembered wrong.
At 11:50 PM, Zheng Bo finally rushed back to his safe house. Although his safe house had no decoration whatsoever, and even had some construction debris left behind, Zheng Bo still found it quite cozy. So what if it wasn't decorated? It was sturdy enough, warm enough, and had all the basic functions. That was enough. Thinking of the residents in the complex, who would soon be shivering in their cold homes, Zheng Bo couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph.
After resting for a while, Zheng Bo began to check the supplies he had just moved into his space. When he opened the first storage container, he was stunned. This container was filled entirely with sanitary napkins. A bad premonition immediately seized Zheng Bo's heart. Had he, in his panic, gone to the wrong area? If he had gone to the wrong area, it also meant he had collected the wrong supplies.
He opened another container: a whole container of children's sandals! Zheng Bo wanted to cry; he really had collected the wrong things. He opened several more containers in a row, all of which contained other daily necessities—shorts, underwear, etc.—but absolutely no food. Just as Zheng Bo felt like he was about to break down, he opened yet another container. This container was good; it was all instant noodles.
Then Zheng Bo's good luck returned. Dozens of consecutive containers of instant noodles, and finally, the last eight containers were all filled with sausages. Seeing that the supplies he collected contained food, Zheng Bo felt a little better. Although it wasn't gourmet food, it was still food. Zheng Bo calculated that these instant noodles, plus the things he had purchased before, would be more than enough for him to eat for a lifetime, perhaps even enough to support one or two beautiful women.
As for the sanitary napkins, shorts, and underwear, Zheng Bo actually thought they could be put to use. For example, to decorate his bare safe house. Thinking of this, Zheng Bo felt his future was once again full of hope. Finally, Zheng Bo also thought about the small shops and convenience stores around the complex. He planned to rest for a bit, then head out in the dead of night to collect everything from those places into his space. Thinking of this, Zheng Bo's mood became cheerful.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yan had already gone out, wearing his cold-weather suit. Outside, large goose-down snowflakes were already falling, thick and dense, from the sky, making visibility very low; it was almost impossible to see anything beyond ten meters. The outside temperature had already dropped to negative fifteen degrees Celsius. The cold wind blowing on Zhao Yan's exposed face sent a bone-chilling cold through him.
Leaving the complex, Zhao Yan pulled out a fire axe he had "borrowed" from the property's fire-fighting equipment from his storage space. In half an hour, Zhao Yan used the fire axe to smash open the doors of the small shops, convenience stores, and pharmacies near the complex. After collecting everything, Zhao Yan quickly rushed back to the complex. The footprints Zhao Yan left behind were quickly covered by the falling snow, leaving no trace.