Chapter 16 The Hamster's Great Satisfaction! A Million Packs of Toilet Paper and Sanitary Napkins
The Apocalypse wasn't just about bloody fighting and killing.
There were also the most basic necessities of life, and that monthly visitor—the period.
Lin Xingwan knew well that when production lines completely halted,
a pack of soft toilet paper would be more precious than gold.
In her previous life, she had seen with her own eyes countless women willing to sell their bodies for even half a roll of yellowed toilet paper.
She didn't want to experience that despair of having her dignity trampled underfoot a second time.
Just off the plane,
Lin Xingwan didn't even go home, nor did she go to take a look at The Fortress, which was currently under fervent construction.
She drove straight toward the largest paper industrial park in the province.
Here, machines roared, and the air was filled with the distinct scent of paper pulp.
Through Old Zhou's connections, she met directly with the sales director of "Jierou," one of the top three paper groups in the country.
The director's surname was Wang, a woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses who looked very sharp.
"Miss Lin, I have heard so much about you."
Director Wang personally brewed a cup of high-quality Longjing tea for Lin Xingwan.
"I heard you are working on some international relief project recently, and the procurement volume is immense."
"Our Jierou Group's production capacity can absolutely meet any of your requirements."
Lin Xingwan picked up the teacup and blew on it gently.
"Director Wang is straightforward, so I won't beat around the bush."
She pushed a pre-prepared list toward Director Wang.
"Facial tissue, four-layer thickened, I want five million packs."
"Toilet paper rolls, two million packs."
"Wet toilet paper, kitchen paper, and pocket tissues, one million boxes of each."
Director Wang's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.
This wasn't procurement; this was practically emptying out her entire group's warehouse!
But before she could finish being shocked,
Lin Xingwan's next sentence made the teacup in her hand drop to the floor with a "clatter."
"Also, feminine hygiene products."
Lin Xingwan tapped her finger on the list.
"Daytime use, nighttime use, extra-long nighttime use, and period panties—all models, give me five hundred thousand boxes of each."
"Additionally, five hundred thousand boxes of tampons."
Director Wang was completely dumbfounded.
She opened her mouth like a fish out of water, unable to say a word for a long time.
Just... how big of an international relief project would it take to use up so many sanitary pads?
Did every single female in Africa start her period at the same time?!
"Boss... Boss Lin..."
Director Wang stammered, even changing how she addressed her.
"This quantity... even if we gave you our entire production capacity for the next half year, it wouldn't be enough!"
"And with this much cargo, even if we loaded it onto train cars, we'd need hundreds of them, right?"
"If it's not enough, source it from competitors."
Lin—the magnanimous—Xingwan pulled a prepayment contract directly from her bag.
"I'll stick to the same rule: thirty percent above market price, full prepayment."
"I don't care what method you use, within half a month, I want to see all the goods appear at West Suburb No. 9 Logistics Park."
Looking at that terrifyingly long string of zeros on the contract,
Director Wang's breathing quickened.
"Done!"
She slammed the table, her eyes flashing with a predatory light.
"Boss Lin, rest assured! Even if I have to strip the entire industry down to its underwear, I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"
Over the next half month,
Lin Xingwan once again transformed into a ruthless "hamster spirit."
Every day, hundreds of heavy trucks emblazoned with the "Jierou" logo drove into the logistics park in a grand procession.
Truckload after truckload of tissues and feminine products were quickly unloaded.
Then, in the dead of night, they were easily collected into her space by Lin Xingwan.
Inside the static zone,
the facial tissues and toilet paper rolls piled up into two towering white mountains.
Beside them were neatly stacked mountains of sanitary pads and period panties.
The ultimate sense of security from being surrounded by soft paper products made Lin Xingwan's dopamine levels skyrocket.
Surviving The Apocalypse wasn't just about eating and dressing warmly; it was about living with dignity!
After the last truckload of wet toilet paper was stored in her space,
Lin Xingwan looked at her bank balance, having spent nearly three billion, and instead of feeling any heartache, she felt incredibly satisfied.
She brushed the dust off her hands and, in a pleasant mood, drove her off-road vehicle toward Half-Mountain Villa.
It was time to inspect her future doomsday palace.
Just as she reached the middle of the mountain, she heard the deafening roar of machinery from afar.
The entire mountainside had turned into a massive steel construction site.
Hundreds of workers were constructing methodically under the command of Huo Yuan's subordinates.
Lin Xingwan put on a hard hat and walked into the construction site.
The original detached villa had already been demolished, replaced by a bottomless, massive foundation pit.
She walked to the edge of the foundation pit and peered down.
Thirty meters deep underground, the reinforced concrete structure was already taking shape.
"The progress is not bad."
Lin Xingwan nodded with satisfaction.
She was about to look for Huo Yuan when she saw the tall man standing in front of a huge blueprint.
His brows were furrowed, and his expression was grave.
He held a red marker in his hand, seemingly troubled by something.
Lin—the foreman—Xingwan immediately walked over.
"What's wrong, Director Huo?"
She patted Huo Yuan on the shoulder from behind, her tone carrying a hint of teasing.
"Which clueless worker is slacking off and upsetting a big shot like you?"
Huo Yuan turned around, and seeing it was her, his furrowed brows relaxed slightly.
He didn't answer, but instead used the marker to draw a heavy circle on the energy pipeline blueprint.
"Come take a look at this."
Huo Yuan's voice was a bit hoarse, carrying a hint of exhaustion.
"According to this life-support system you designed, once it runs at full capacity, the daily power consumption will be equivalent to that of a small factory."
"And this is just the initial domestic electricity consumption."
He looked up, his deep, wolf-like eyes staring intently at Lin Xingwan.
"Later, if we add the high-voltage power grids, automatic fire control systems, and even electromagnetic cannons you requested..."
"If we don't connect to the national power grid, what do you plan to do?"
Huo Yuan's eyes held a hint of inquiry.
"The diesel generators you've stockpiled probably won't even be a drop in the bucket."
"Don't tell me, are you really planning to generate electricity with love?"