Early the next morning, Meng Ci still woke up around nine and had the owner help load the food Into his car.
This time, Meng Ci opted for noodles instead, and they tasted pretty good.
He flipped through the menu, noting the variety of noodles and rice bowls. He pondered finding another excuse to have the owner prepare one of each.
After eating, he drove a short distance. When no one was watching, he stowed the food Into his spatial pocket.
Meng Ci made a detour to pick up braised eggplant from another shop. After driving away, he stowed it into his spatial pocket.
The money spent on meals and drinks these past two days vanished into the space without a sound.
Meng Ci first drove to the wholesale market for fruits and vegetables, handing them the list.
The fruit vendor, a woman in her forties, looked utterly astonished.
"Young man, are you sure you want this much?"
"These things don't keep well."
"And we picked these ourselves from the trees. What if you don't want them when we harvest them?"
The fruit and vegetable vendors were actually from the same village.
In recent years, with government support encouraging villages to develop industries, the village chose vegetable and fruit cultivation.
Vegetables grew in vast fields, while fruit trees were planted by variety.
The village had greenhouses, cold storage, and other facilities.
Meng Ci had come to the right place.
"Of course it's real. First, check the list to see what you have."
"Circle what you don't have."
"For what you do have, weigh it according to the quantities listed and deliver it to this location within three days." Meng Ci gave her the warehouse address.
"I plan to start a business exporting these goods to Country
H."
"You know how expensive fruit is in their country. I'm sure to make a profit."
They were simple farmers, unaware of the taxes and labor costs involved in exporting fruit.
But they had seen online that people in Country H would even find ways to eat watermelon rinds, so they believed Meng Ci's
claims.
Later, the two bosses from the fruit and vegetable wholesale markets sat on small stools to review the details, making calls to confirm any uncertainties.
"Huiwa, how many pounds of apples do you have left?"
"No problem, no problem. I need a thousand pounds. Can you get them ready in two days?"
"Alright, I'll let the boss know!"
"Xiaoting, how many potatoes do you have left?"
"Oh, I need 500 pounds!"
"Alright, get them ready. I'll arrange for a truck to pick them up!"
Meng Ci sat down on a small stool, not idle, and started buying snacks on his phone.
Spicy Latiao, extra spicy, mildly spicy-two thousand boxes of each.
Potato chips, one thousand bags of each. Hmm, two thousand bags of lime flavor-delicious.
Dried fish, one thousand boxes.
Popcorn, lollipops, dried fruit, candied fruit, pickled plums, crispy noodles, dried mango...
A variety of snacks, three to five hundred bags each. All shipped to the warehouse, delivery in three to five days.
Looks like he'll need to hire someone just to handle the deliveries then, or it'll waste his own time.
While Meng Ci shopped nonstop for two hours, the other two finally settled their choices. "I've crossed out some items-off-season fruits and veggies. Do you want to skip those?"
"Yes." In the apocalypse, who cares about seasons? Just having food is a blessing.
With a lot of the items crossed off the list, Meng Ci paid two-thirds of the total without hesitation.
As for the remaining produce, he'd buy what was available later -if not, so be it.
"Auntie, since I'm paying so promptly, make sure they pack it properly."
"No problem." The auntie nodded cheerfully, eyeing the incoming payment on her phone.
"Alright. If the produce isn't too spoiled, I'll come back to you after I've bought everything."
Meng Ci kept his promise unchanged-this would only deepen their trust in him.
"Yes, yes, yes! We'll definitely pick out the very best for you."
With that, the two fruit and vegetable aunts promptly closed up shop at the wholesale market.
Clutching their order slips, they
hurried back to the village to get
their crew working overtime.
Some young people who heard about this thought they'd been scammed.
Originally, they'd come back to try and convince their parents not to believe it. But seeing the real money that had actually appeared in their accounts-and that they could actually withdraw it-left them stunned.
Urged on by their parents, they called their companies and schools to take leave, rushing to help get things ready.
After two days of preparation, they got everything ready and called Meng Ci.
Meng Ci instructed them to deliver the goods that very night, saying he'd arrange for an overseas transport team first thing in the morning.
The rice, flour, and other items previously delivered to the warehouse had long been stored away by Meng Ci in his spatial pocket.
The roughly two million yuan worth of goods only expanded his pocket by about 200 square meters, though the central chamber did feel slightly larger.
Fortunately, Meng Ci had purchased shelving units in advance; otherwise, there wouldn't have been enough space to store everything.
By the time the fruit was unloaded, it was well past midnight. Not only did Meng Ci pay the remaining third of the cost, but he also added an extra ten thousand yuan.
The men initially refused, but Meng Ci insisted they take it, calling it compensation for their hard work.
Besides, money would be useless in the apocalypse.
Over the past few days, Liang Xiu had helped sell several properties, adding hundreds of
millions to Meng Ci's account.
Proceeds from the company and other shares would trickle in over the next few days.
So now, Meng Ci was far from short on cash.
After everyone left, Meng Ci stowed everything into his storage space.
Seeing the space packed to the brim, Meng Ci felt a headache coming on.
Staples like rice and flour weren't particularly valuable. To expand
the storage space, he'd need to find something valuable yet space-efficient.
What would work?
Meng Ci pondered this as he drove back.
Right.
He could buy gold.
Paper currency would be worthless in the apocalypse, but gold was a universal currency.
The question was whether gold could alter the storage space's capacity.
He remembered several gold bars in the safe at home. He'd try putting them in when he got back.
Each gold bar weighed 500 grams. Meng Ci stuffed them all into the storage space at once.
It worked. The moment they went in, the space expanded by over a hundred square meters.
But unlike food and other supplies, the gold vanished the instant it entered the space.
With plenty of money, Meng Cl didn't feel it was a waste.
Lying in bed that night, Meng Ci couldn't sleep, so he continued shopping online.
This time, he bought daily necessities.
Toothpaste, toothbrushes, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, body lotion, hand cream, towels, bath towels-a thousand of each.
For bedding sets and underwear-Items worn directly against the skin-Meng Ci went straight for big-name brands online.
He ordered 100 sets of the former, measuring 200 by 230 centimeters, and 2,000 pairs of underwear. If there wasn't time to wash them, he'd just toss them.
Summer quilts, silk quilts, down comforters...
Meng Ci ordered one hundred of each, matching the duvet cover sizes.
There were twenty-four days left until the apocalypse.
After finishing his morning routine, Meng Ci first collected the meals from both households before driving to several nearby hotels.
He had selected these establishments online the previous night, all with favorable reviews.
At each venue, he reserved fifty banquet tables, stating that in ten days, he would host a wedding, birthday banquet, and full-moon celebration...
Six hotels were booked in total. Meng Ci scheduled the banquets at different times, planning to wrap up all the events in a single day.
After finalizing the hotel arrangements, Meng Ci grabbed a quick bite to eat.
He then headed straight to several banks, exchanging two hundred million yuan worth of gold in one go.
Fortunately, the Meng family had established accounts at these banks, so the managers didn't ask many questions. They even saw him out with respectful courtesy.
After loading the items into hiscar and driving a short distance,
Meng Ci stored all the gold in his spatial pocket.
This instantly expanded the pocket's capacity, eliminating any worries about storage space.
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