Hoarding Supplies

"Steak, I only eat it 0.1 percent cooked. The moment the first ray of morning sunlight touches the cattle, it's ready to eat." — Lin Dong

Early morning.

Inside the breeding farm yard, a group of slaughterhouse workers were moving raw meat, but strangely enough, aside from the meat, there were actually jars upon jars of bright red blood.

Reflected in the bright morning sun, the glass jars glowed with a crimson hue, resembling a rich, aged red wine.

"Brother Liu, what do you think is wrong with Boss Lin? The farm was running so well, why slaughter over ten thousand head of livestock all at once?"

A slaughterhouse worker asked with curiosity.

Another worker echoed.

"Yeah! The key is... what does he want with so much plasma?"

Foreman Old Liu didn't understand either, but he didn't want to lose face.

"Don't ask too many questions about worldly matters. Just hurry up and work."

"Uh... alright."

The workers went back to being busy.

They wore face masks and white gloves, and even their hair was wrapped up.

Foreman Old Liu continued to instruct.

"Everyone must maintain hygiene. Even if a single strand of hair falls into the meat, Boss Lin won't pay our wages."

"Understood, don't worry, Brother Liu."

The workers chimed in repeatedly.

However, in private, they whispered among themselves.

"Hey, did you guys hear? Boss Lin isn't quite normal."

"What's wrong? I think he's pretty good. What's abnormal about him?"

"He has mysophobia and hates dirty things."

"Oh, no wonder! I was wondering why he..."

"Ahem! Stop talking."

"..."

Amid the chatter, someone hurriedly gave a light cough to interrupt their conversation.

Because not far away, a young man was walking over. His figure was slender and upright, and he wore a pristine white shirt that was completely spotless.

On his fair face, his facial features were sharp and distinct, resembling a meticulously carved handicraft, and his looks were handsome to the extreme.

The youth walked forward bathed in the morning sun, which should have given off a warm feeling, but his narrow, slanting eyes carried a trace of indifference.

Foreman Old Liu hurried forward.

"Boss Lin, your fifteen hundred cattle, three thousand pigs, and over ten thousand chickens have all been slaughtered."

"Mm."

Lin Dong nodded, his gaze sweeping over the fresh meat wrapped in plastic wrap and the jars of crimson plasma, feeling very satisfied.

"Go collect your wages."

"Thank you, then I hope our cooperation remains pleasant."

Foreman Liu's face revealed joy, and he instinctively reached out a hand, wanting to shake his.

Yet Lin Dong stood in place, staring at that hand without moving an inch.

Foreman Liu then remembered something, a look of embarrassment crossing his face, because Lin Dong indeed had a bit of mysophobia and disliked physical contact with others; this was already an unwritten rule.

"Boss Lin, then we'll head back first. Hopefully we can work with you again next time."

Foreman Liu forced a dry laugh, sheepishly withdrawing his hand.

Immediately.

He led several workers out of the yard, climbed onto a small van, and drove off in a puff of smoke.

Lin Dong watched them recede.

He walked over to the raw meat and jars of blood, and with a wave of his large hand, these items miraculously vanished.

Of course, the flesh and blood hadn't disappeared.

Instead, Lin Dong had stored them away in his storage space.

This space was one thousand meters in each dimension of length, width, and height, and time inside was completely static. Whatever condition items were in when stored, they remained in that exact condition when taken out, without undergoing any changes whatsoever.

The reason he did this was because Lin Dong was a reborn person.

He had been reborn half a month before the apocalypse.

And he had gained this storage space.

The terrifying scenes of the apocalypse were still vivid in his mind: zombies running rampant, mutant monsters multiplying everywhere, and human supplies scarce. For a piece of bread or a bottle of clean water, people would resort to brutal violence.

They would even willingly betray their former friends and loved ones, completely tearing off the disguise of kindness.

If an ordinary person were reborn before the apocalypse, their first thought would certainly be to hoard massive amounts of supplies, food, water sources, and so on. But Lin Dong leaned more toward raw meat and blood.

Because... he was a zombie!

Flesh and blood were simply too important to a zombie, far beyond being mere food. By devouring flesh and blood, zombies could absorb the energy within them, growing continuously stronger and evolving into a Zombie King.

A zombie fed with sufficient flesh and blood would experience a terrifying and unimaginable growth rate.

In short.

Flesh and blood were the source of a zombie's evolution!

Therefore, how strong Lin Dong could become depended on how much flesh and blood he could consume!

At that moment, he received another phone call, this time from Su Xiaorou, a supermarket employee.

"Boss, the 100,000 packs of quick-frozen steaks, 10,000 packs of chicken wing bones, and 10 tons of prime ribs you ordered have all arrived."

"Oh, tell the major suppliers to keep placing orders."

Lin Dong instructed.

"What? Still place orders?"

Su Xiaorou's tone was astonished. "But... Boss, our working capital is already running low. We can't even afford the deposits."

"I'll handle the money matter. Just keep placing orders."

"Oh, well alright then."

Su Xiaorou agreed.

Yet in her heart, she remained deeply puzzled. Even without money, he was still ordering—why hoard so much cargo? Was the end of the world coming or something?

Lin Dong owned a breeding farm, a supermarket, and two properties, all purchased using his parents' inheritance.

Before Lin Dong could form memories, his parents passed away, and he hadn't even gotten to eat at their memorial feast...

Later, he was sent to an orphanage and grew up there. Once he reached the legal age, he inherited his parents' assets.

Then he slowly expanded and grew them, creating new brilliance.

Although his businesses were not small, Lin Dong didn't have much liquid capital.

Nowadays, his most valuable possessions were already stored inside his storage space.

"The apocalypse starts in ten days. I need to rustle up some cash and keep hoarding supplies."

Just as Lin Dong was pondering this, he suddenly saw a Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon driving straight toward him on the road outside the breeding farm, accompanied by a Wuling Hongguang.

Inside the Wuling Hongguang sat several minor punks with their hair dyed in flashy, colorful hues.

If an ordinary person saw them, it would certainly cause endless headaches, but Lin Dong only curled the corners of his mouth slightly upward.

"Just getting drowsy and someone brings a pillow—the money-scattering boys have arrived..."

As the Mercedes slowly came to a halt, a middle-aged man stepped out. He wore casual clothes, sported a large gold chain, tucked a bag under his armpit, and walked with a swaggering sway.

He was Zhao Peng, a well-known real estate developer in Jiangbei City. He had long set his sights on this plot of land belonging to Lin Dong's breeding farm, believing that if they developed and built a housing estate here, they would definitely make a fortune in the future.

Yet Lin Dong was rather stubborn. No matter the terms, he refused to sell it to him, so negotiations had never succeeded.

Since monetary enticement failed, Zhao Peng decided to use coercion.

Thus, he brought along a band of thugs, thinking to apply a bit of pressure to Lin Dong.

"Boss Lin, long time no see!"

Zhao Peng walked into the yard, followed by several lackeys with slouchy postures. Their chests and arms were covered in tattoos of mantis shrimp, ribbonfish, and the like, truly giving off a certain sense of oppression.

Yet Lin Dong's expression remained as calm as ever.

"Hello, President Zhao."

"Brother Lin, you should know why I'm here. Have you considered my offer regarding this plot of land?"

Zhao Peng got straight to the point. His attitude was still considered polite, intending to use courtesy before force and apply pressure later.

Yet Lin Dong suddenly nodded.

"Mm, I've considered it. According to the price you offered before, I can sell it to you."

"What?"

Zhao Peng's face revealed astonishment. Evidently, he hadn't expected Lin Dong to actually agree.

Even the little punks behind him looked at each other in dismay.

Did they pick up the wrong script?

"You... you really agree?"

Zhao Peng was in disbelief and wanted to confirm it again.

Lin Dong nodded.

"Yeah, don't let my little patch of land delay President Zhao from making a fortune."

"Hahaha, good!"

Zhao Peng was overjoyed on the spot, thinking that this kid had good awareness, a wise man submits to circumstances...

"Brother Lin, then let's sign the contract directly."

He took out a contract from the leather bag tucked under his arm. It had already been prepared for many days and always carried on him, and today it finally came in handy.

Lin Dong agreed, sat down in the yard, took out a fountain pen, and started signing page by page.

The land of this breeding farm was not small, and according to market prices, it sold for a full one hundred and twenty million.

Zhao Peng still felt the matter came too suddenly, and asked.

"Brother Lin, what's wrong with this breeding farm? How come you suddenly saw the light and decided to sell it?"

"Because I need money."

Lin Dong said without raising his head.

"Need money?"

Zhao Peng rolled his eyes, feeling that this reason was very reasonable. Besides real estate development business, he also had a side hustle, which was loaning usurious money.

After all, the thugs under him were not raised for nothing.

So a flash of inspiration struck his brain, and he thought of another money-making business opportunity.

"Brother Lin, do you still need money now? Perhaps... Brother Zhao can help you?"

"Oh?"

The tip of Lin Dong's pen paused as he signed, and he slowly raised his head to look at Zhao Peng's face. He suddenly felt that his face full of flesh looked exceptionally handsome and cute.

Because the apocalypse was arriving immediately, not only was he buying the breeding farm, but he was also going to lend money to himself.

He was simply an angel on earth.

Tears welled up...