Chapter 6: First, stockpile 100,000 tons of rice! Book the largest grain warehouse in the country.

In the dim factory building, only a few dilapidated overhead lights emitted a "hissing" sound of electrical current.

Lin Xingwan stood before the mountain of hardware tools, which was piled high with solid wood crates.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

Her Mental Power was like an invisible giant net, instantly covering the entire mountain of supplies.

"Store."

She parted her red lips slightly and recited silently in her heart.

"Whoosh—!"

A faint sound of rushing air followed.

Lin Xingwan opened her eyes abruptly.

The mountain of wooden crates that had been blocking her, which was as high as three stories, disappeared into thin air!

Even a screw that had fallen on the ground, or even a piece of scrap paper, was not left behind.

It was clean, as if it had never existed.

Lin Xingwan gasped.

This was far more shocking than storing a water cup.

She immediately closed her eyes to explore the space.

In the "Absolute Static Zone," on the plaza where a translucent panel floated.

That huge mountain of wooden crates was standing there quietly and intact.

"So satisfying!"

Lin Xingwan snapped her fingers excitedly.

With this cheat-like verification, she no longer had any scruples.

She walked quickly through the factory like a queen inspecting her territory.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Wherever her Mental Power swept, mountains of sleeping bags, tents, and daily necessities were instantly devoured.

In less than ten minutes, the super logistics park, which had been packed full, became empty again.

Lin Xingwan clapped her hands, looking at the Static Zone that had shrunk a little bit.

This appetite is really good.

But just having these dead objects is not enough. In The Apocalypse, the most fatal thing is food.

People are like iron and food is like steel; during natural disasters, a single mouthful of rice could be worth a human life.

The next morning.

Lin Xingwan did not return to that annoying city area, but went straight to the airport.

She bought the earliest first-class ticket and flew to the Northeast.

There, lies the country's largest and most fertile grain-producing area.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

A black Mercedes business van stopped outside the gate of a heavily guarded, vast private granary.

Lin Xingwan wore sunglasses and stepped out of the car in high heels.

Several strong men in black suits immediately blocked the way.

"Stop, private property, no unauthorized entry."

Lin Xingwan didn't even lift her eyelids, and pulled a pure black Centurion black card from her bag.

She held it between two fingers and waved it in front of the lead bodyguard.

"I'm here to do a big business deal with your Boss Jin."

"If you delay a deal worth hundreds of millions, can you still keep your job?"

Seeing the black card that represented endless wealth, the bodyguard's expression changed.

He hurriedly reported a few words on the walkie-talkie, then bowed respectfully.

"Please come in, Boss Jin is waiting for you in the second-floor office."

Lin Xingwan followed the bodyguard into the granary.

The air was filled with a rich fragrance of rice and the smell of dry dust.

In the luxurious office on the second floor sat a middle-aged man with a beer belly and a thick gold necklace.

It was Jin Dashan, the famous grain tycoon in the Northeast.

"Yo, this beauty looks unfamiliar."

Jin Dashan was cracking melon seeds, sizing up Lin Xingwan, his eyes filled with a businessman's shrewdness and smoothness.

"I heard from my people that you want to do a deal worth hundreds of millions?"

Lin Xingwan didn't waste any words with him, pulled out a chair and sat down, and slapped a long list directly on the wide mahogany desk.

"100,000 tons of the current season's newly harvested rice."

"500,000 bags of top-grade high-gluten white flour."

"10,000 tons each of corn, sweet potatoes, and soybeans."

"I want all of it in stock, and it must be newly harvested this year; I don't want a single grain of old, stale grain."

The melon seed Jin Dashan had just cracked in his hand fell directly onto the table.

He widened his eyes, looking at Lin Xingwan as if she were a monster.

"How much? 100,000 tons of rice?!"

He stood up abruptly, and the fat all over his body trembled three times.

"Beauty, you aren't messing with me, Old Jin, are you?"

"This is enough food to feed a prefecture-level city for more than half a year! Even if you were exporting, you wouldn't be able to get the approval documents!"

Lin Xingwan picked up the teacup on the table and gently blew on the floating leaves.

"Whether it's for export or domestic sales, you don't need to worry about it."

"I'm using a special channel."

She put down the teacup, looked straight into Jin Dashan's eyes, her tone filled with unquestionable confidence.

"Boss Jin, can you handle this order?"

Jin Dashan swallowed his saliva, his eyes turning rapidly.

These days, only a fool wouldn't make money; who cares what she's buying it for.

"Handle it! Of course I can handle it!"

He slapped the table, full of bold spirit.

"I have over thirty large granaries in the three Northeastern provinces; I can scrape together this amount of goods."

"However..."

Jin Dashan changed the subject, revealing the cunning of a businessman.

"Boss Lin, this amount is too large. Even for big players like us, we need some peace of mind, right?"

Lin Xingwan had expected this.

She took out her phone and tapped a few times on the screen with her slender fingers.

"A deposit of 100 million has already been transferred to your company's corporate account."

"Ding dong."

The computer on Jin Dashan's desk instantly popped up a payment notification.

Looking at that long string of zeros, Jin Dashan's breathing became heavy.

"Boss Lin is straightforward!"

He immediately put on a fawning smile and poured tea for Lin Xingwan personally.

"Don't worry! I'll arrange the fleet immediately and ship the goods to you day and night!"

"Where should I send it?"

"Just send it to the Number 9 Abandoned Logistics Park in the Western Suburbs."

Lin Xingwan took the teacup, "I'll pay triple the shipping fee, but be fast."

For the next three days, Lin Xingwan stayed in the logistics park.

Every night, hundreds of heavy trucks lined up and rumbled into the logistics park.

Bags of rice and flour exuding the fragrance of rice were neatly stacked in the factory.

Once the truck fleet left.

Lin Xingwan turned into a ruthless "swallowing machine."

With a sweep of her Mental Power, tens of thousands of tons of grain instantly disappeared, landing safely in the Static Zone of the space.

Repeating the process.

The extreme satisfaction brought by this hamster-like hoarding made Lin Xingwan even forget her fatigue.

After the last truck unloaded the corn and left.

Lin Xingwan locked the door and flashed into the space.

On the Static Plaza.

100,000 tons of rice piled up into a magnificent white snow-capped mountain.

Beside it were mountains of flour, corn, and sweet potatoes.

It was so spectacular that it made one's scalp tingle.

Lin Xingwan grabbed a handful of new rice from the rice mountain.

The grains were full and round, crystal clear, and even carried the warmth from when they were just husked.

"With this foundation, even if The Apocalypse comes tomorrow, I can still eat and drink well."

She clapped her hands in satisfaction.

Just as she was about to leave the space to buy some meat, she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.

At the very edge of the plaza.

That is, behind the dried-up spiritual spring eye.

There was a layer of dense white fog, blocking her view like a wall.

This white fog had always been there; Lin Xingwan previously thought it was the boundary of the space.

But today, she suddenly discovered that the layer of white fog seemed to have thinned a little, and some different colors were faintly visible inside.

It looked like there was something behind it.

Lin Xingwan was a little curious, lightened her steps, and slowly walked over.

The closer she got to the white fog, the more humid the surrounding air became, and it even carried an extremely pure energy fluctuation.

She stopped in front of the white fog and reached out her hand.

Tentatively, she gently pressed her fingertips against it.