While others are struggling to survive and slaying zombies in the apocalypse, I'm hoarding supp

After closing the door, Luo Ning glanced around the familiar house. If it weren't for the two people outside, she might have thought it was all a dream.

Luo Ning blinked, then suddenly picked up a cushion and lay down on the sofa; it still smelled of sunshine.

"Waaaaah~, my dear little Fangfang, I never thought I'd see you again."

Whether before or after the apocalypse in her past life, her ultimate dream was to buy a large house with a terrace to retire in.

She bought the house before the apocalypse, renovated it, and planned out a 200-square-meter terrace.

Before she could even properly enjoy her retirement, the absurd apocalypse struck. In order to survive, she frantically trained and improved herself.

I carefully endured until my superpowers awakened, and then kept going on missions to earn points and find crystal cores.

She was so close to retiring, but that bastard Qin Feng ruined everything.

However, fate still smiled upon her, allowing her to return to the pre-apocalyptic world.

This time, she no longer wanted to care about any base teams or battle groups; she would just stay in her little house and retire!

I glanced at the time; there were still eleven hours and twenty-eight minutes until the apocalypse.

He grabbed his car keys, rushed downstairs, and drove his heavy truck towards Ningcheng's largest wholesale market.

Damn God, you've already given her a second chance at life, so what difference does it make if you give her a little more time?

What can you do in twelve hours?

Upon arriving at the location, Luo Ning summoned the mall manager.

Do you sell them in your mall?

The mall manager turned and left.

"No need to call you 'boss,' I'm looking for you," Luo Ning said, stopping him.

"Miss, I can't make the decision to sell the mall. If you've thought it through, I'll contact my boss for you right away."

"I don't want your shopping mall."

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"I want all the goods in your mall."

The mall manager opened his phone and searched, wondering who to contact if he suddenly encountered a lunatic.

"Load all the rice, flour, cooking oil, tobacco, alcohol, clothes, and small general merchandise onto the truck outside. Load as much as you can. Here's a card for you; it's a deposit."

Luo Ning shoved the card into the manager's hand, too lazy to explain.

The mall manager stared blankly at the bank card in his hand and spoke.

"Miss, is the apocalypse from the novel about to arrive?"

Luo Ning, wearing large sunglasses, spoke with a forced smile.

"Guess?"

I checked my card and there really was enough money in it to buy out the entire mall.

The manager then spoke again, "Miss, just to confirm, are you serious?"

Luo Ning hooked down his glasses with one hand, revealing a pair of bright, dark eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense. First, bring rice, flour, cooking oil, tobacco, alcohol, and tea. Then bring clothes, shoes, and warm clothing. As for the rest, you can decide. Don't bring any fancy stuff. It has to be practical. Take as much as you can. My truck can't hold it all. Use your trucks to load it for me."

The manager hesitated for a moment, then went to write her a receipt. Why bother with so much?

As long as it increases his sales volume and doesn't affect his end-of-month bonus, that's fine.

But he was still a little curious, so he asked questions while checking the list with Luo Ning.

"Miss, is it really not the end of the world? Why are you buying so many things?"

Luo Ning orders local express delivery on her phone, buying as much high-calorie food as she can, including rice, flour, cooking oil, liquor, compressed biscuits, luncheon meat, and sugar.

I looked up and glanced at the manager.

"I'm planning to open a family supermarket in our neighborhood. Are you interested in selling there? If not, I'll move to another location."

The manager thought to himself, "Even if people want to open a supermarket, they all go through suppliers. Who would open a supermarket at a wholesale market? They're just stupid and have too much money."

However, if a couple more people like that come along, his bonus this year will definitely quadruple.

"My husband cheated on me. He gave this card to his mistress. I thought it was dirty and I was too lazy to contact the supplier, so I just wanted to use it up as soon as possible."

Luo Ning explained that this was the largest wholesale market closest to her home, and going to other places would waste more of her time; it was best to be able to buy what she wanted here.

However, this card was indeed the one she took from Li Xue when Zhou Yu and his "good brother" were at her doorstep earlier.

Upon hearing Luo Ning's words, the manager looked at her with sympathy, as if to say, "I understand."

He immediately said enthusiastically, "Miss, it's best to open a family supermarket selling daily necessities. Rice, flour, cooking oil, and other grains are all fine. I can also introduce you to some of our snacks and treats, which sell very well in the neighborhood supermarket."

Luo Ning nodded, "Okay, then you can pack some more for me, and find a few more people to unload the goods for me in a bit. You can decide on the cost."

"Yes, miss, no problem."

Soon, Luo Ning's truck was loaded with goods, and a van followed beside him.

This is the maximum amount of goods the mall can sell to her today.

Without lingering, I drove the truck back to my neighborhood.

Her neighborhood is in the suburbs, where there isn't much foot traffic, so even when the zombie outbreak occurred, she was able to survive until her superpowers awakened.

Once her superpowers awaken, she can guarantee that she can live well in the apocalypse with these supplies.

The apartment is on the top floor, with direct access from the garage to each unit. The interior area is 200 square meters, and there is also a rooftop terrace of more than 200 square meters. The only entrance to the terrace is her family's staircase.

She carefully selected the house before the apocalypse, initially drawn to its 200-square-meter rooftop terrace, where she could grow vegetables, raise chickens, and feed fish.

Even after the apocalypse arrives, with that 200-square-meter terrace, she won't starve.

When she arrived home, the doorway was already piled high with supplies ordered from the same city. She paid extra to have workers help her carry them inside.

The movers didn't understand why someone would open a family supermarket on the tenth floor, but the manager said that the young woman had been cheated on by a scumbag, and told them to talk less and work more.

Looking at the supplies in the living room, Luo Ning didn't have time to count them. After paying, he immediately drove the truck out again.

Three hours have passed, and she still needs a lot.

When she renovated her house, she used the best materials available on the market for the doors and windows, but she also wanted to reinforce the door at the location where the stairwell leads to her home.

The population density here is low, and with these two main gates and her presence, the zombies can't get into her house after the outbreak.

I drove to the building materials wholesale market and found the gate I wanted.

Before the boss could react, she swiped her card and told the workers to lift the door she had chosen onto her heavy truck.

Turning around, I saw the stainless steel water towers and photovoltaic panels/storage batteries being sold next door.

They sold five 10-ton stainless steel water towers directly, along with a large quantity of household solar panels and inverter storage batteries.

The apocalypse is accompanied by extreme weather, including but not limited to polar days, polar nights, and extreme cold. As long as she manages energy conversion well, her retirement will have an extra layer of security.

He swiped his card swiftly and drove off.

Only a few bosses remained, looking at each other in bewilderment. Had they just completed a big deal?

They quickly returned to their residence.

The workers hesitated to make a move, looking at the location in the stairwell.

"Miss, is it allowed to install a main door in this building without permission?"

"Okay, I'll pretend. I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

Luo Ning waved her hand. Their community didn't even have property management. No one lived on the ninth and eighth floors below her. It was a one-apartment-per-floor layout, and there were only five households in the building, including hers.

The zombie outbreak is imminent, and who knows who she'll be wearing?