Chapter Eight Hundred Twenty-Six: Out of Seclusion

Plenty of people had become doomsday survival fanatics, buying up supplies in bulk. As a result, the prices of all kinds of daily necessities skyrocketed, and for a while there wasn't enough to go around.

Fortunately, once the panic passed, prices were brought under control to some extent.

Even so, Qing Chen had lost faith in Huaguo's currency. Rather than let it depreciate drastically, he figured it was better to exchange it for supplies.

He expanded the underground storeroom beneath his house and bought food, supplies, weapons, tools, and all sorts of other resources. Qing Chen had a vague feeling that a great storm was coming.

With money becoming worthless, Qing Chen naturally didn't mind helping Jing Yan out if he needed cash to buy anything.

But Jing Yan refused.

Mixing money with friendship would change things, one way or another.

Besides, he wasn't short on money. He'd earned quite a bit while running the studio.

He had no idea how the studio was doing now, though. After all, he'd disappeared without warning, not left after making preparations.

Sighing, he only said that he might need Qing Chen's help in the real world someday.

Of course, that was in the future. They hadn't escaped prison yet, so there was no need for Qing Chen to help from the outside.

After Fang Yue entered seclusion, the others took responsibility for the ship's security.

Still, Old Helmsman was the one who played the biggest role.

Compared to when Fang Yue was around, Old Helmsman was now more focused than ever.

He understood the distribution of strength aboard the ship. With Fang Yue unable to step in, any crisis could wipe them all out.

He didn't care about the others, but Tian Rui Chi absolutely couldn't die. The Soul-Hosting Jade Pendant was still