Three days later, through Wu Huairen's connections, Zhang Yi got his hands on two guns and a hundred rounds of ammo. The price was steep, but he didn't care. With those heavy pieces in his grip, he finally felt a sense of security against the coming apocalypse.
He also sealed the deal with Zhou Hairun, trading for five crates of high-end imported medicine—just in case the world truly went to hell.
A week passed before Wu Huairen called again. The safe house was complete, right on schedule. Time for Zhang to come back and take a look.
He checked out of the hotel he'd been staying at and drove straight to Yuelu Community.
Wu Huairen personally accompanied him during the inspection.
The moment Zhang stepped inside, his eyes lit up. Zhanlong Security really lived up to its name as one of China's top firms—their speed and quality were impeccable.
The entire house had been reinforced with 200-millimeter-thick alloy plates, yet from the outside, it looked completely ordinary.
Wu explained with professional patience,
"The ventilation system is military-grade—it filters out any toxic gas, so you won't have to worry about chemical attacks.""The entire heating system has been rebuilt with materials used by Arctic research bases.""And with the fireplace you requested, heat loss is reduced by 99.5%."
Then Wu smiled mysteriously.
"For your safety, we also installed three hundred cameras across the entire building. You can monitor every floor."
Zhang was momentarily speechless. Money, he thought, could indeed buy miracles.
He walked toward the balcony—now replaced by a massive floor-to-ceiling window.
Wu gestured proudly.
"The glass is bulletproof and explosion-proof—actually stronger than the alloy plating. It provides good lighting and allows you to keep an eye on what's happening outside."
Zhang nodded in satisfaction. Unless an entire military unit came armed with heavy weapons, no one would be able to breach this place. Even if the building collapsed, his safe room would remain untouched.
"I'm very satisfied with your work," Zhang said with a smile.
Wu's face lit up as he handed over a folder.
"If everything checks out, please settle the remaining balance within three months."
"Of course, of course," Zhang replied cheerfully.
But in truth, he had no intention of paying. The thought of getting a ten-million-yuan fortress for just a one-million deposit thrilled him.
Later, lying on the sofa, admiring his perfect safe house, a sudden realization hit him.
"Damn… I forgot about water!"
He slapped his forehead. How could he miss something that essential?
In the frozen apocalypse, water could be hacked out of ice—but with temperatures dropping to minus sixty or seventy degrees Celsius, stepping outside would be suicide.
He couldn't afford such a flaw.
After a moment of thought, he ordered a hundred giant water tanks through a food delivery platform—enough to store five hundred cubic meters of water. That would last him several years. With bottled water he could collect later, the problem would be perfectly solved.
The delivery guy was fast—within hours, the tanks arrived at his door.
Zhang went down to the community gate and asked the security guard, Uncle You, to let the delivery crew in.
As always, the neighbors couldn't resist gossiping.
"Is Zhang Yi out of his mind?""Yeah, buying weird stuff every single day.""When they were renovating his house, I saw people hauling in steel plates at least ten centimeters thick!""Haha, maybe he's copying those doomsday preppers from the movies.""I've seen videos like that—foreign rich folks with too much time on their hands. Totally paranoid!""Now he's buying water tanks? Does he think Tianhai will run out of water? We live by the sea!"
Zhang couldn't be bothered to argue.He sneered inwardly—when the ice age arrived, they'd see who was truly crazy.
Trying to explain would be pointless anyway. People like them would never believe him; they'd just mock him or worse—report him for "spreading rumors" and get him hauled in for questioning.
Nearby, security guard Uncle You was chatting with old Grandpa Tang. When Zhang approached, Uncle You smiled warmly.
"Xiao Zhang, what are you doing with all these water tanks? Need a hand moving them?"
Zhang felt a flicker of emotion. Uncle You was a retired soldier, childless, and had served as the community's guard for over a decade. In Zhang's previous life, he had shared his last food with a starving mother and daughter—only to starve to death himself. He had been one of the few bright spots of humanity in that dark world.
"Uncle You," Zhang said quietly, "the weather's strange this year. I've got inside information—it's going to be an extremely harsh winter.""You should stock up on food and water, just in case. Once shortages hit, prices will go through the roof."
Uncle You had always gotten along well with Zhang. He knew the young man to be decent and level-headed. And older folks were naturally more cautious.
He frowned slightly.
"Xiao Zhang, are you sure about this information?"
"Look at what I've prepared," Zhang said. "You can never go wrong with extra instant noodles and bottled water."
Uncle You nodded immediately. Living alone, he often kept instant noodles and sausages around anyway. Now that Zhang had reminded him, he'd make a run to the store and buy more—just to be safe. After all, those things kept well. There was no harm in stocking up.
But before he could leave, Grandpa Tang waddled over, wagging a finger.
"Xiao Zhang, don't say such things in public.""Our society is stable and harmonious—there's no such thing as a supply shortage! If you keep spreading that talk, someone might report you, and you'll end up being 'invited for tea'!"
Zhang rolled his eyes and didn't bother to answer. He had done all he could to warn them. Whether they believed it or not was up to them.
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Three days later, through Wu Huairen's connection, Zhang Yi secured two guns and a hundred rounds of ammunition. The price was steep, but he didn't care. With those heavy pieces in hand, he felt far more confident about surviving the apocalypse.
He also finalized his deal with Zhou Hairun, obtaining five crates of high-end imported medicine for the doomsday.
A week passed. Wu Huairen called—his safe house was finished as requested. Time to come back and inspect it.
Zhang Yi left the hotel where he'd stayed for days and drove back to Yuelu Community.
Wu Huairen personally guided him through the inspection.
Stepping inside, Zhang's eyes lit up. Zhanlong Security truly lived up to its reputation as a top-tier firm in China. Their speed and workmanship were impeccable.
The entire house was reinforced with 200-mm-thick alloy plates, yet looked no different from the outside.
Wu Huairen explained patiently, "The ventilation system is military-grade—it filters out any toxic gases, preventing poison attacks from outside."
"Also, the entire heating system was rebuilt using materials from Arctic research institutes."
"Besides the fireplace you requested, it reduces heat loss by 99.5%."
Here, Wu gave Zhang a mysterious smile.
"For your safety, we installed three hundred cameras throughout the building. You can monitor every single floor."
Zhang was stunned, at a loss for words. Money, he thought, really could buy services beyond ordinary imagination.
He walked to the balcony—now transformed into a massive floor-to-ceiling window.
Wu explained, "The glass is bulletproof and blast-resistant—actually stronger than the 200-mm alloy plates."
"It provides good lighting and allows you to observe the outside when necessary."
Zhang was extremely satisfied with the safe house.
Unless a military unit equipped with heavy weapons attacked, no one could force their way in. Even if the entire building collapsed, his room would remain unharmed.
"I'm very satisfied with the safe house you built," Zhang said, smiling at Wu.
Wu beamed in return. He handed over documents for Zhang to sign. "If everything is in order, please pay the balance within three months."
Zhang nodded cheerfully, "Absolutely, absolutely!"
But he had no intention of paying that balance. Thinking about spending just a ¥1 million deposit to secure a safe house worth nearly ¥10 million, he felt exhilarated.
Lying on the sofa, admiring his perfect safe house, he suddenly realized he'd overlooked something crucial—water.
"Damn," he slapped his forehead. "How could I forget something as important as water?"
In the frozen apocalypse, while he could obtain water by chiseling ice, the outside temperature would plummet to −60 to −70°C, and going out would be life-threatening.
Zhang could not tolerate such a huge flaw in his safe house!
After thinking it over, he ordered a hundred huge water storage tanks via a delivery platform, capable of storing five hundred cubic meters of water—enough for him to use for several years.
Coupled with the bottled water he could later take from the warehouse, the water problem was perfectly solved.
The delivery guy was efficient. Within a few hours, the tanks were delivered to his door.
Zhang went to the community gate and asked security guard Uncle You to let the delivery person in.
Seeing Zhang buying so many strange items again, the surrounding neighbors began to gossip:
"Is Zhang Yi mentally ill?" "Yeah, buying all sorts of weird things every day." "A few days ago, when his house was being renovated, I saw people carrying steel plates at least a dozen centimeters thick." "Haha, maybe he's lost his mind, copying those movie safe houses!" "I've seen foreigners do that on videos—rich people with nothing better to do. It's pure unnecessary worry!" "Now he's buying so many water tanks. Does he think Tianhai will run out of water? Tianhai is by the sea!"
Faced with the neighbors' mocking stares, Zhang couldn't be bothered to argue.
He sneered inwardly—when the ice doomsday arrived, they would realize just how foolish they were now.
Zhang had no interest in explaining. These people would only see him as a fool and wouldn't listen to his well-meant advice.
They might even turn around and accuse him of spreading rumors, disturbing social order, and have him arrested.
Security guard Uncle You was chatting with neighbor Grandpa Tang.
Uncle You approached warmly and asked, "Xiao Zhang, what are you using so many water tanks for? If you need help, just let me know—I'll give you a hand."
Looking at the kind-hearted Uncle You, Zhang couldn't help but feel a touch of emotion.
Uncle You was a retired soldier, childless, and had been a dedicated security guard in the community for over a decade. In the past he had given his last bit of food to a mother and daughter on the verge of starvation, ultimately starving to death himself. He was one of the rare glimmers of humanity Zhang had seen in the apocalypse.
So Zhang said to Uncle You, "Uncle You, the temperature is abnormal this year. I have inside information—it's going to be a terrible winter."
"Just to be safe, you'd better stock up on more food and drinks. Otherwise, when supplies become scarce, prices will skyrocket."
Uncle You and Zhang had always gotten along well.
He knew Zhang was a kind-hearted young man. Moreover, older people tend to be more cautious and risk-aware. So upon hearing Zhang's words, he immediately frowned.
"Xiao Zhang, is this information reliable?"
Zhang nodded, "Look, I've prepared so much. You can stock up on instant noodles and bottled water—you can never have too much of those."
Uncle You nodded immediately.
He lived alone and had always liked to keep instant noodles and sausages on hand for convenience.
Since Zhang had reminded him, he would make time to buy more.
It was just for peace of mind—after all, those things could be stored for a long time, so there was no harm in buying extra.
However, upon hearing this, Grandpa Tang walked over and said to Zhang, "Xiao Zhang, you mustn't say such things everywhere."
"Our society is stable and harmonious—how could there be a shortage of supplies? Saying such things, you might be reported for spreading rumors and end up being 'invited for tea' (questioned by the authorities)!"
Zhang rolled his eyes and didn't bother to respond.
He had done all the reminding he could—whether they believed him or not was their business.