"Victor, do we really need to buy food?" Lucy stood by the roadside, arms crossed, her brow furrowed.
She watched as Zhou Qingfeng unloaded several bags of flour, butter, and sugar from a delivery truck, looking puzzled and somewhat resigned.
A crowd gathered on the blocked road, curiously observing Zhou Qingfeng's actions and occasionally commenting.
To them, Zhou Qingfeng's actions seemed over the top—spending thousands of US Dollars just to buy these ordinary groceries?
For most people, seeing the National Guard block the road was just strange; hearing about the virus spread just meant they thought society and the economy would face tremendous pressure.
As for shelters? That seemed like a bizarre idea from the Cold War era, too far-fetched and long abandoned.
However, to Zhou Qingfeng, seeing the National Guard's roadblocks immediately set off alarms in his mind.
Instinct told him he needed to quickly stock up on food and fuel to prepare for the impending crisis.
