Not Leaving Him So Much as a Hair

Once the car got onto the highway, Ming Rong had initially sat in the passenger seat flipping through her tablet, but she had fallen asleep by now.

Sis System: [Please wait, Host. This operation will take half an hour.]

After saying that, the system fell silent. Ming Jiu drove while waiting patiently.

She was not looking into Zuo Junhao's information to take revenge immediately. After the natural disaster descended, regardless of what happened abroad, order would at least remain relatively stable domestically during the early stages. The authorities would even investigate the population more strictly in order to confirm the number of victims.

In her previous life, she had spent no small amount of effort disposing of Aunt Liu and her son's bodies. City G was already like that, let alone City B, the capital.

Now, and during the early stages of the disaster, killing someone would be troublesome.

Compared to killing Zuo Junhao, she was more interested in the supplies Zuo Junhao had gone to every possible length to seek out and stockpile during the half year before the apocalypse.

Whether or not she could use that mysterious space normally, she at least had to seize one or two of Zuo Junhao's supply depots.

At least she had the system backpack, and its slots could be expanded by spending gold coins.

Although the backpack slots had stacking limits, and she would have to pack things herself if she wanted to take more away, the physical exertion was nothing compared to free supplies.

As for whatever she could not take, she had no intention of leaving it for Zuo Junhao. Wouldn't it be better to notify the authorities and have them requisition it directly?

During the initial stages of the natural disaster, the authorities would do everything they could to requisition supplies. Of course, it would not be forced requisitioning, but exchanges for government bonds.

Once the disaster gradually became more severe, those government bonds would be converted into priority rights for entering safe bases, choosing housing, and the new currency circulating within the bases—base points.

She had to think of a way. If possible, she did not even want to leave the points for Zuo Junhao...

Just as she was thinking about it, the system prompt sounded again.

[Host, the basic information has been gathered. You may offer your opinions after reviewing it, and the system will provide further supplements according to your needs.]

Ming Jiu's eyes lit up. [I love you!]

The system fell silent again.

Since she had nothing else to do, Ming Jiu asked, [Zuo Junhao has stockpiled quite a lot of supplies, right? Did you find the exact locations where he stored them?]

Sis System: [At present, there is only one suspected major supply concentration point entirely under Zuo Junhao's name: a large shopping mall on XX Street inside the Sixth Ring Road.]

Ming Jiu said, [Go into detail.]

[The mall closed three months ago for renovations, restructuring, and renewed tenant recruitment. Its main selling point is an outdoor camping paradise, with outdoor equipment stores alone occupying two entire floors.]

[In addition, the mall moved a large supermarket, which would normally be located on basement levels one or two, to the second-highest floor.]

[Most of the mall's stores have already completed their stocking. The entire mall is one enormous supply concentration point.]

[Based on analysis of surveillance footage inside the mall and on surrounding roads, the actual amount of goods stored in the mall far exceeds normal inventory levels. Preliminary estimates indicate that the currently sealed basement level one and basement level three parking garages have been converted into temporary warehouses.]

Ming Jiu could not help raising her brows—what a thin crust with a generous filling.

But—it was not enough. How could one mall possibly be enough?

After thinking it over, she continued, [They do not have to be under Zuo Junhao's name. Anything he mobilized funds to prepare counts. Are there any other supply concentration points?]

Perhaps the system felt that text alone would be difficult to explain clearly, so it simply displayed a map of City B in Ming Jiu's mind.

A total of seven green points lit up on the map. Two were in different districts within the Sixth Ring Road, while the remaining five were scattered among the outer counties, new industrial zones, and other areas around City B.

Each point was marked with its exact address and storage capacity, along with the approximate types of supplies determined through the system's investigation and analysis.

Ming Jiu could only exclaim, "Damn."

Those fifty gold coins had been incredibly well spent.

Ming Jiu's blood surged as she looked at it. Though she had seen Zuo Junhao's wealth through that novel after her death, she was still deeply shocked when those supplies were laid out before her so concretely.

And she thought of something else—six of the seven warehouses were not under Zuo Junhao's name... Even if Zuo Junhao realized that the authorities had found and requisitioned those supplies, would he dare step forward to claim them?

And what would he say after stepping forward? Why had he stockpiled so many things in advance? Had he foreseen the natural disaster?

Not only would Zuo Junhao himself not dare claim them, but given his suspicious and cautious nature, he probably would not even let his subordinates step forward to claim them.

Take them! Take all of them! Do not leave him so much as a hair!

Ming Jiu suppressed the excitement in her heart.

[Sis System, can you estimate the exact value of these supplies?]

Sis System: [Conservative estimate: at least 530 million.]

Ming Jiu pressed her lips together.

Having money was great—so what had Dad Zuo been thinking when he gave up inheriting the Zuo Family's enormous fortune?

She was practically dying of jealousy now.

Forget it. It was not Dad Zuo's fault. He had his own considerations. Besides, as a middle-class family, they were already doing quite well.

How poor Dad Zuo's relationship with the Zuo Family was could be seen from the surnames of the two sisters alone.

The car sped along the highway, and soon Ming Jiu realized another problem—did Zuo Junhao really have that much money?

Zuo Junhao was the only heir of the Zuo Family's next generation—there was no doubt about that. But his father had not stepped down yet, and the Zuo Family was still under Eldest Uncle Zuo's control.

Old Master Zuo was considered a business genius, but unfortunately, not much of his business talent had been inherited. Eldest Uncle Zuo had been carefully groomed by the old master, and Zuo Junhao was the same, yet father and son could only maintain what they had.

When she attended university in City B, she had deliberately looked into domestic economic information. Although the Zuo Family had remained standing all these years, it had not seen much development. Their instincts for emerging industries were not especially sharp, and many companies had surpassed them in recent years.

In short, Zuo Junhao had, at most, a few tens of millions at his disposal. The Zuo Family simply did not have that much money for him to command, and even if they did, Eldest Uncle Zuo could not possibly throw that much money at Zuo Junhao to fool around with.

So where had the money come from?

Thinking of that, Ming Jiu simply asked, [Sis System, do you know where Zuo Junhao got this money?]

The system's answer was concise and clear: [Misappropriated funds.]

Ming Jiu's smile would not go away.

[So, all-powerful Sis System, does the information include evidence of his misappropriation?]

[Yes. Does the Host need it?]

Ming Jiu laughed.

Perfect, perfect. She had originally worried that her activities in City B over the next half month would draw the attention of that crafty father-and-son pair from the Zuo Family. Now, they would have something to occupy them.

On the surface, Eldest Uncle Zuo had only one precious son, Zuo Junhao. Whether for public or private reasons, he would never allow Zuo Junhao to go to prison.

And Zuo Junhao? He had already foreseen the natural disaster, so he would never give up the supplies already in his grasp. More importantly, he would not dare reveal where the money had gone, because he could not explain why he had been stockpiling supplies on such a massive scale.

How could such a huge loophole be plugged?

Eldest Uncle Zuo probably would not be willing to part with shares, so he could only make a move on real estate.

Ming Jiu remembered that the Zuo Family owned quite a few properties within the future safe base zones.

After such an operation inside and out, the Zuo Family's assets would practically evaporate.

If Xiao Rong had not been asleep, Ming Jiu would have wanted to sing "Good Days" in celebration.

It was only a little after nine when they got off the highway. Ming Jiu headed straight for the destination on the navigation, did not wake Ming Rong, and got out alone to buy plenty of local specialties. She also bought some high-end tea, spending tens of thousands, though there was not much in quantity, so she could easily carry it onto the plane.

After buying the specialties, Ming Jiu studied the navigation routes for a while and chose a famous seafood food stall diagonally across from the specialty shop. She started the car and drove toward it.

Her target for "farming" lay between the food stall and the nearest highway exit—a suburban villa complex in a less-than-ideal location.