Chapter 22

Before arriving in C City, Suzy had already obtained contact information for all the major suppliers.

Meanwhile, the assets Malcolm Brone had helped liquidate were being transferred into her account one after another.

Altogether, she now had roughly 15 million dollars in funds.

She set aside 3 million—this would cover the final payments for the safe house and the customized vehicles, with some left as backup.

The remaining money would be used entirely to stockpile supplies.

Using the excuse of opening a supermarket, Suzy began placing massive orders for staple goods in C City.

The suppliers were more than happy to cooperate.

This time, she prepared an even more detailed list.

The quantities she ordered would be enough for ten people to live comfortably for sixty years.

Premium rice, pearl rice, glutinous rice—various types—all in the largest packaging available, totaling one hundred tons.

High-quality flour: sixty tons.

Millet, oats, soybeans, black beans, and assorted legumes: forty tons.

Vacuum-packed noodles, pasta, frozen dumplings, frozen buns: sixty tons.

She didn’t forget seasonings.

Cooking oils of all major brands—olive oil, peanut oil, corn oil—twenty tons total.

Salt, white sugar, rock sugar, brown sugar—ten tons.

Soy sauce, oyster sauce, vinegar, salad dressing, ketchup, honey mustard, spicy noodle sauce—ten thousand bottles each of major brands.

For niche sauces, she ordered one thousand bottles each.

Peppercorns, star anise, cinnamon, dried chilies—four tons of assorted spices.

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With grains and cooking essentials secured, water was next.

Although her space had a stream, drinking water was indispensable in the apocalypse.

She ordered one hundred thousand cases of bottled mineral water and purified water.

Coca-Cola, Sprite, iced tea, juice—three thousand cases each of the ones she drank regularly.

Other beverages: two hundred cases each.

Tea leaves and coffee—five tons each.

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Then came instant foods and snacks.

Classic instant noodles—braised beef, pickled cabbage, seafood, pork rib flavors—ten thousand cases.

Snail rice noodles, mixed rice noodles, spicy noodles, ramen, rice vermicelli, fire noodles, potato noodles—another ten thousand cases.

Dry noodles of various types—five thousand cases.

Self-heating hot pots, self-heating rice, self-heating spicy soup, self-heating porridge—twenty thousand cases across brands and flavors.

Instant soups, porridge packs, cereal, milk—three thousand cases.

Military-style self-heating rations, compressed biscuits, energy bars, chocolate bars—three thousand cases each.

Marinated eggs and ready-to-eat egg products—ten thousand pieces.

Instant sausages—ten tons.

Dehydrated vegetable packs—five tons.

Canned fish, luncheon meat, canned corn—fifty thousand cans.

Chili sauces and rice-mixing sauces—ten thousand bottles.

Pickled vegetables—five thousand cases.

Hot pot bases, braising spice packs, oden broth packs—five thousand cases.

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By the time she finished ticking off brands and varieties, Suzy felt dizzy.

After a short break, she reached her favorite category—snacks.

Potato chips in original, tomato, barbecue, cucumber flavors—fifty thousand bags mixed.

Shrimp crackers, cheese puffs, corn chips—thirty thousand bags.

Canned pistachios, cashews, pecans, macadamia nuts—ten thousand cans.

Seeds and peanuts—ten tons.

Beef jerky, pork floss snacks—twenty thousand bags.

Chicken feet, marinated drumsticks—ten thousand bags.

Chocolate bars and candy—one hundred thousand packs.

Cookies, wafers, egg rolls, pastries—thirty thousand boxes.

Ice cream in various flavors—ten thousand servings.

Spicy strips and sweet porridge—five hundred cases each.

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The quantities were enormous, so she split the orders into batches.

She sent the first batch to the suppliers and transferred the deposit, then waited for delivery arrangements.

She wasn’t in a rush.

She still had three months.

Once food was settled, she moved on to daily necessities.

Toilet paper and sanitary products were essential.

Ten thousand cases of tissue paper—facial tissues and rolls.

Two thousand cases each of sanitary pads and tampons.

Fifty thousand packs each of wet toilet paper, alcohol wipes, and regular wipes.

Toothpaste, toothbrushes, shampoo, body wash, conditioner, soap—five hundred cases each.

Laundry detergent and disinfectant—ten tons each.

Garbage bags—one million pieces.

Rubber gloves, rags, mops, brooms—one thousand of each.

After the apocalypse, countless deaths and even an insect plague would occur. Pest control was vital.

Strong insecticides, bait, mosquito coils, rat traps, snake repellent powder—she prepared enough for twenty years.

She also noted various tools and consumables—essentially everything found in a supermarket.

One hundred full toolkits.

One hundred sets of various power tools.

Five thousand high-powered flashlights and batteries.

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Staring at the long spreadsheet, Suzy let out a long breath.

For now, this would do. She could fill in any gaps later.

Beyond this, she still needed meat, vegetables, medical supplies, clothing, and weapons.

Three months was more than enough.

She stretched just as her phone rang––the supplier was ready to deliver.

That was efficient.

She gave them the warehouse address and drove over. When she arrived, the trucks were already there.

She waited until the workers finished unloading. As soon as the trucks left, she immediately stored the entire first batch into her space.

It was already seven in the evening.

She had dinner plans with Leonard that night.

After locking the warehouse, she drove to the restaurant. When she arrived, only Leonard was there.

Monica was nowhere in sight. Again.

Suzy had expected as much—and was secretly relieved. She didn’t like that woman one bit.

After what happened last time, "dislike" had evolved into outright resentment.

"Uncle!" She walked quickly toward Leonard.

"Suzy, come sit," he said with a warm smile.

They were having hot pot tonight.

Neither of them mentioned Monica.

As Suzy removed her coat, she noticed an extra set of utensils on the table.

"Uncle, is someone else joining us?"

Leonard nodded. "A friend happened to be nearby, so I asked him to come. You know him too."

Suzy blinked. "I do?"

A friend of her uncle’s—and someone she knew?

She couldn’t think of anyone.

"You’ve forgotten already? It’s... oh, he’s here!"