Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies

Jiang Yan had been preparing to stockpile goods for just a month or two, but with the remaining time, she planned to do something more thrilling.

"Sister Yan, if you want a high-rise residential place, I can only get the keys from the landlord tonight. As for the other one, I have the keys on me, so shall I take you to see it tomorrow?" Du Ziteng's face was full of fatigue when he said this.

He considered himself to have good physical strength and had been working as a real estate agent for so long that he was used to it.

However, after walking nonstop under the sun all afternoon, it was impossible not to be tired.

But looking at Jiang Yan, she seemed full of vigor and not at all like someone who had just come back from a transcontinental flight and walked around all afternoon for a funeral.

Not only was Jiang Yan not tired, but she actually felt light and full of energy.

It was as if she had been injected with chicken blood.

She reflected for a moment, and it seemed that this change in state had manifested after she came out of the Space.

At that time, she was too busy "acting" with that fake journalist, so she neglected it.

Now, she could see that her condition was indeed no longer the weakness she felt when she came out of the Space in the morning.

Could it be because of the Space?

She decided that she would check it again when she went home tonight.

"Okay, you've had a hard day, let's go back," Jiang Yan retracted her thoughts and glanced at her watch; it was already half-past seven.

"Sister Yan, I'll head back first then, and you should rest early when you get home. Also, be safe on the way," Du Ziteng said after bidding farewell to Jiang Yan. He was about to turn and head to his SUV when Jiang Yan stopped him:

"Old Du, remember to keep the warehouse, selling the house, and buying the house a secret for me."

"Okay, Sister Yan, don't worry, I understand," Du Ziteng smiled with a sincere and simple gaze. Seeing Jiang Yan wave her hand to indicate he could leave, he then turned and departed.

Back at home, Jiang Yan first entered the Space.

Indeed, the Space had the effect of Washing Essence and Marrow.

And the longer she stayed in it, the more pronounced the effects.

She even felt the impurities within her being turn into a light grey mist and slowly drift away from her body.

Moreover, after an afternoon's "nourishment," the withered rose she had planted in the black soil had turned green as if reborn.

The new shoots that sprouted earlier had grown much bigger.

Even the other rose plants in pots, though not planted in the soil, had their withered yellow leaves noticeably starting to turn green.

So, not only was the fertile black soil in the Space magical, but even the air seemed to nourish all living things.

Additionally, the time flow in the black [Planting Area] was clearly faster than that of the real world.

And the time flow in the grey [Warehouse Area] was static.

She speculated that the time flow in the white [Residential Area] should be consistent with the outside world.

After reaching these conclusions, Jiang Yan stayed in the Space a while longer before returning to her room.

She glanced at the banks' text messages on her phone; throughout the day, she had spent nearly thirty million on bottled and barrelled mineral water, renting warehouses, buying water storage tanks, second-hand shelves, and so on.

It wasn't a lot, considering she had settled her water supply for several lifetimes.

Tonight was the seventh day since her mother's passing, and after arranging the meals prepared for her mother, she had a simple meal herself before taking her laptop into the bedroom.

She planned to organize a plan for the key tasks she needed to handle in the three months before the apocalypse and roughly sort out the list of goods to stockpile.

Although money was the least of her concerns at the moment, she couldn't just buy things on a whim.

Additionally, she would not visit the supermarket for the time being.

Besides the surveillance cameras there, purchasing goods following her stockpiling strategy meant the supermarket's stock levels would be too low, and it might spark unnecessary attention online or from people with bad intentions.

She'd visit later to supplement with some miscellaneous small items when necessary.

For her, who was currently in the public eye, less was more.

Moreover, she could look up information online about how much food, meat, oil, and the like an average person consumes in a lifetime.

Although she wasn't familiar with these statistics, a quick search online would provide some references.

She hadn't eaten pork, but she had certainly seen pigs run.

On the other hand, although Jiang Yan now had the title of a wealthy heiress, she had also experienced frugality in her childhood, where every penny counted.

At that time, online shopping wasn't as developed as it is now.

It's true that Father Jiang and Mother Jiang started by delivering parcels, but initially, they also did odd jobs, carrying bricks at construction sites, lugging sacks in logistics parks, and Mother Jiang worked as a waitress in restaurants, among other things.

There was an old saying that the children of the poor were forced to grow up early.

Jiang Yan began helping out with cooking at the age of six, standing on a stool.

Even though the first few times the dishes she cooked were half-raw, overly salty, and the rice burnt, not only did her parents not scold her, they gave her much encouragement.

This made her accidentally fall in love with the art of cooking.

Whenever she had time after school, she would help out and prepare the meals.

Later, as the family's fortune improved and they made more money, they had a maid at home, and Jiang Yan no longer cooked.

After graduating from college, she didn't pursue a master's degree but followed her passion and became a food and travel blogger.

However, her role as a food blogger wasn't just tasting different cuisines and giving reviews.

Whenever she had the chance, she would try recreating the dishes she liked at home, and even attempted to replicate ancient recipes she found in old texts.

She had even secretly apprenticed herself to a Michelin three-star chef and an executive chef from a five-star hotel.

If not for her family...

But these were memories from her previous life.

Jiang Yan sighed softly to herself, returning to sort through the list of supplies.

*

The next day.

Early in the morning, the used car dealer that Jiang Yan contacted had arrived at her door.

The depreciation of cars is harsh, and since she quoted low prices, the top-of-the-line RVs and sports cars were quickly hauled away by the dealer using a tow truck.

While she was waiting for the transfer procedures at the used car market, she casually bought a second-hand small box truck that had been taken in by a car dealer but not yet repainted or made to look new.

It wasn't that Jiang Yan couldn't afford a new truck, but this truck wasn't just for now.

She planned to take it out from the Space and use it temporarily when an appropriate moment arrived after the apocalypse had begun.

An old domestic second-hand truck wouldn't be too conspicuous amidst the ruins of the post-apocalyptic world.

Moreover, at the moment, no one could imagine that a billionaire heiress who only loved luxury cars would be rushing around daily in a second-hand 130 small truck.

This would indeed disguise her frequent outings to gather supplies well.

She had gotten her A1 driving license a few years ago, specially for driving an RV to shoot travel vlogs.

So driving this small truck was more than manageable for her.