Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

Chapter 33 A Miracle in the Eye of the Storm! When Relief Supplies Fall from the Sky

Zhou Cheng shifted his gaze from the blood-red task panel to the chattering girls across the table.

In the North Pacific, a Category 17 typhoon sank within three hours.

These words, when put together, exude an aura of death.

But for him, this was first and foremost a business deal.

A reward of fifty million US dollars.

At the current exchange rate, that's roughly 300 million RMB.

All he needs to give up is an "emergency survival beacon" and some "life-sustaining resource packs".

This deal is a good one.

"Brother Cheng, why aren't you eating? This Wagyu beef patty is super delicious!" Li Meng enthusiastically recommended, holding up a small, exquisite piece of pastry.

"You guys eat first, I need to take care of some work." Zhou Cheng wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, and his expression showed no sign of anything amiss.

Su Qingyao looked at him with concern: "Do you need any help?"

"No need, it's nothing." Zhou Cheng patted her head and turned to walk into the study.

The heavy solid wood door shut out the laughter and chatter from outside.

Without the slightest hesitation, he dialed Qin Yue's number directly.

"Boss." On the other end of the phone, Qin Yue's voice was always as capable as ever.

"Give me a list, right now."

Zhou Cheng spoke quickly, “I need a top-of-the-line ocean emergency survival kit, including a satellite survival beacon that can withstand signal interference from a Category 17 typhoon, high-energy compressed food and purified water to sustain at least 12 people for a week, and a full-featured medical first aid kit covering external injuries, infection control, and shock prevention.”

Qin Yue was silent for two seconds, seemingly processing the instruction quickly.

She didn't ask why, but simply replied, "Boss, these supplies are all professional-grade and not commonly found on the market."

In particular, the level of survival information you mentioned might need to be obtained from military supply channels.

But don't worry, give me an hour, and I promise to deliver everything to your study.

"Okay." Zhou Cheng hung up the phone.

This is why he was willing to spend three million a month to hire a personal assistant.

Professional, efficient, and without unnecessary chatter.

He leaned back in his boss's chair, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and leisurely started browsing financial news.

For him, the so-called "emergency rescue" was nothing more than a phone call and a short wait.

Less than forty minutes later, there was a knock on the study door.

Qin Yue personally led two members of the Black Shield security team, pushing a silver metal box in.

"Boss, everything you requested is here." Qin Yue opened the box, revealing various survival equipment neatly arranged inside.

"The survival beacon is the 'Pioneer-7,' currently the most advanced civilian model in the world, capable of ensuring signal transmission even in extremely harsh weather conditions."

Food and water were provided for 15 people for ten days, and the medical kits were of the highest standard.

"How much did it cost?" Zhou Cheng asked.

"The total is 638,000 yuan. The bill has been sent to your email."

Zhou Cheng nodded. Six hundred thousand dollars turned into fifty million US dollars—that rate of return would drive any capitalist crazy.

"You can leave now," he waved his hand.

Qin Yue and the security team members immediately left and closed the door behind them.

In the study, only Zhou Cheng and the metal box remained.

He reached out and touched the cold metal casing, a thought flashing through his mind.

"System, deploy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the huge metal box vanished into thin air right before his eyes.

Without a sound or a light, it simply vanished abruptly and completely.

The supplies have been successfully delivered to the target coordinates.

[Mission Complete!]

[Rewards being distributed...]

Zhou Cheng picked up his phone and opened an overseas bank app. The next second, a series of text message notifications went off in a frenzy.

[A deposit of USD 10,000,000.00 has been made into your Swiss bank account ending in 0001.]

……

Five in a row, totaling a full fifty million US dollars, were deposited into his secret account without missing a single penny.

Looking at the dizzying string of numbers on his account balance, Zhou Cheng took a sip of his whiskey.

This money is too easy to earn.

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of kilometers away in the eye of a storm in the North Pacific.

The research vessel "Heart of the Ocean" is like a leaf in a raging storm, which could be torn to pieces at any moment.

The ship had broken into two pieces, held together only by a few stubborn cables.

"Captain! We're done for! We've lost all contact with radio and satellite phones! We've been abandoned by the whole world!" A young crew member cried out in despair, clutching his head.

Captain Andrei Ivanov, a burly Russian man with a full beard, gripped the helm tightly, his eyes bloodshot.

He knew that in two hours at most, they would all be swallowed up by this raging ocean.

He has already posted a bounty on the dark web, but who can get here in this apocalyptic storm?

Just when everyone was in despair.

"Bang!"

A huge silver metal box appeared out of thin air and slammed heavily onto the deck of the cockpit.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene.

"What...what is that?"

"A demon! It's the sea god's punishment!"

Andrei was the first to react. He drew the signal pistol from his waist and moved over step by step.

The box remained perfectly still despite the violent shaking, as if it weighed a ton.

He mustered his courage and opened the box.

Neatly stacked compressed biscuits, bottled water, a medical kit smelling of disinfectant, and a sophisticated black instrument lay quietly inside.

"It's...it's relief supplies!" A member of the expedition team recognized the items, excitedly rushed over, grabbed a bottle of water, and gulped it down.

Everyone has gone mad.

They fought over the food and water like wild beasts that hadn't eaten for days and nights.

Andrei did not move.

He picked up the black instrument and saw the markings on it—"Pioneer-7".

His pupils contracted sharply.

This is no ordinary rescue!

To be able to precisely drop this box, weighing hundreds of kilograms, directly into his cockpit during a Category 17 typhoon... this is a feat no human could accomplish!

Is it God? Or...?

He immediately thought of something else.

Their route for this scientific expedition was top secret. Why did they happen to encounter a once-in-a-century super typhoon here?

Why did the keel of the ship break so easily?

This is not an accident! It's murder! Someone wants them all to die here!

Andrei clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He looked at the team members who were wolfing down their food, his eyes turning incredibly fierce.

live.

Must survive.

And then, revenge!

He turned on the survival beacon. The red signal light began to flash.

He knew that the mysterious entity that was distributing the supplies would definitely receive this signal.