Apocalypse: Soul-Transmigrated Old Man Awakens Goddess Sign-In System

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Zheng Bo succeeded? Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes upon seeing the news. However, another message quickly appeared in the complex group chat. It

Zheng Bo succeeded? Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes upon seeing the news. However, another message quickly appeared in the complex group chat. It claimed the thief had stolen large quantities of instant noodles and sausages from the supermarket warehouse. Seeing this, Zhao Yan almost lost his composure. Is that all Zheng Bo is capable of, stealing just these things? Of course, if Zhao Yan knew that even these items were procured at the cost of Zheng Bo's backside, he would surely give Zheng Bo a thumbs-up.

At this point, Zhao Yan realized that since Zheng Bo hadn't taken everything, he must have run into an unexpected problem. This meant Zheng Bo would definitely still have his eye on the remaining items in the supermarket warehouse. Thinking of this, Zhao Yan handed the phone back to Lin Qing'er. Then he walked out of the bathroom and picked up his own phone. He posted a message in the owner's group:

"It's not good news that the big supermarket got robbed. I don't think this damn weather will clear up anytime soon. I'm going to rush out and buy more food in a bit."

"Otherwise, no one would be targeting instant noodles and sausages!"

As soon as the message was sent, the owners in the group chat began discussing it animatedly.

"Old Man Zhao is right! Our experts in Great Xia have never been accurate once. I feel like this damned weather might last for a while longer. I'm going out to buy some more food too."

"Exactly! Some of our so-called experts aren't reliable at all. I'm also heading out to buy more right now."

Soon, many people in the owner's group started to agree.

But where there was agreement, there was also opposition. The first to jump out was Zheng Bo, because this was exactly what he was planning. He wanted to wait until it was completely impossible to go outside, then figure out a way to raid the supermarket again and clear out all the supplies.

"Old Man Zhao, don't spread malicious rumors! You'll cause a panic buying spree at the supermarket and disrupt normal life. Can you bear that responsibility?"

"Once the weather returns to normal, the police will definitely hold you accountable. Anyone who rushes to buy things now will be held responsible later."

"Exactly! This Old Man Zhao isn't a good person. I heard he even got fired by the property management for hitting an owner. This kind of person is just bad, wanting to see the world in chaos."

As soon as Zheng Bo said this, some people in the owner's group actually started agreeing with Zheng Bo's remarks. Zhao Yan looked at the ridiculous comments from these people in the owner's group and couldn't help but sneer.

Once a seed is planted, with suitable soil, it will naturally sprout. If you don't think it, others will.

Soon, Zhao Yan saw from his floor-to-ceiling window that many residents were braving the heavy snow and cold wind, rushing towards the supermarket. Wang Ziying and Fang Qingzhi also sent messages, asking Zhao Yan if they needed to go buy some supplies. Zhao Yan told them not to, just to stay home.

About an hour later, there was new news about the supermarket in the owner's group. Residents from other nearby complexes, somehow hearing that people in Zhao Yan's complex were panic buying, also rushed to the supermarket. Soon, almost all the food in the supermarket was bought up, and even the warehouse inventory was completely cleared out by the surging crowds.

In this age of advanced information, news of residents panic buying food quickly spread throughout Dawu City, and even across the entire Great Xia Nation. A food panic buying spree erupted across Dawu City, and indeed, the entire Great Xia Nation. The most unsettling thing was that facing this situation, the authorities surprisingly did not step forward to issue any statements. This led many perceptive individuals to speculate, but by then, it was already too late. Almost every place where food could be bought was completely emptied out.

Time moved into the early hours of the morning. The temperature began to plummet. The original negative ten degrees Celsius dropped directly to below negative thirty degrees Celsius in less than half an hour. This made many residents who had managed to buy a lot of food feel fortunate, while those who hadn't gone or couldn't buy food began to grow worried.

Three days passed. The outside temperature had now reached negative thirty-seven or thirty-eight degrees Celsius, almost negative forty degrees. The snow accumulation on the ground was deep enough to completely submerge an adult, making travel essentially impossible. Although the authorities continuously broadcasted on TV and radio that this was only a temporary situation and the weather would soon return to normal, some residents had already stopped believing them.

The perceptive ones had already started planning their daily food consumption, strictly rationing their food to ensure only the minimum daily intake. This way, they believed they could live longer and have a chance to survive this disaster.

Where there were perceptive people, there were also fools. Some people simply hadn't grasped the severity of the problem. They had no plan for their household food supply and continued to consume it as usual. These people's food supplies would deplete very quickly.

However, for Zhao Yan and Zheng Bo, this was not a problem. Thanks to Zhao Yan, Wang Ziying and Fang Qingzhi also didn't have to worry about food. As for Zheng Bo, he wasn't short on food or drink either; he just wasn't eating very well.

"Old Zhao, look! Wang Gui's family from Building 3 is asking for food in the group chat," Lin Qing'er said, dropping a slice of marbled beef into the hotpot while scrolling through the owner's group messages on her phone.

"Normal, right? It's been several days now, so some people's homes are definitely running out of food." Zhao Yan said, picking up a chilled beer from the table and chugging it down.

Ah, satisfaction!

That was the feeling. Freezing cold outside.

Being at home with a lightly dressed beauty, eating hotpot—that was pure bliss.

After scrolling on her phone for a while, Lin Qing'er got up and walked over to Zhao Yan, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Old Zhao," she murmured softly, "thank goodness for you. Otherwise, I can't imagine how miserable I'd be right now."

Zhao Yan smiled, looking at Lin Qing'er. This is just the beginning. It's going to get much worse.

Having spent so much time with Lin Qing'er, especially living together day in and day out since the apocalypse, Zhao Yan had found her to be very intelligent. Lin Qing'er never asked much about Zhao Yan's obvious changes. Zhao Yan had even curiously asked her why she wasn't more curious about his changes and everything else. Lin Qing'er's reply had pleased Zhao Yan greatly. She simply said that no matter what Zhao Yan was like, as long as he didn't abandon her, she was content. Zhao Yan naturally had his secrets, and he would tell her when he wanted her to know; if he didn't, it was also fine.

Zhao Yan wasn't sure if it was the influence of her Favorability or just Lin Qing'er's natural personality. But Zhao Yan liked it. A woman like this, obedient and sensible, was an excellent companion for the apocalypse.

After dinner, the two snuggled together to watch a horror movie, which made Lin Qing'er burrow deeper into Zhao Yan's embrace in fright. Then, naturally, their "fitness exchange" began again.