Chapter 8: All-inclusive package of pork, beef, and mutton! Building your own private super cold storage.

The efficiency of the slaughterhouse was astonishing.

In the face of the absolute power of money, the assembly line workers were practically pushing the machines to the point of smoking.

To curry favor with this big-spending "God of Wealth," the factory manager even pulled strings overnight to dispatch thirty heavy-duty cold chain trucks at a premium price.

Starting from two in the morning.

Cleanly processed pork carcasses, still radiating a chilling cold, were loaded one after another.

Whole cows and sheep, skinned and with their heads and hooves removed, followed suit.

Like dumplings being dropped into a pot, they were continuously loaded into the refrigerated trucks.

Lin Xingwan stood in the unloading area, wearing a mask and holding a counter in her hand.

"Boss Lin, this first batch of three hundred tons of fresh meat has already been loaded."

The chubby factory manager wiped the greasy sweat from his forehead, smiling so hard his eyes disappeared.

"I guarantee the rest will be shipped to your logistics park on time every night."

Lin Xingwan nodded and readily paid the first installment of the final payment.

"Did you clean the offal thoroughly? Don't try to fob me off with rotten goods."

"How could I!"

The manager patted his chest in assurance.

"Pig hearts, beef tripe, lamb offal—everything has been cleaned spotlessly and quick-frozen in vacuum bags for you."

Lin Xingwan didn't waste any more words; she climbed into her off-road vehicle and led the way to the abandoned logistics park.

Half an hour later, thirty refrigerated trucks were lined up outside the warehouse.

After unloading the cargo and receiving their red envelopes, the drivers joyfully departed in the middle of the night.

In the empty logistics park, Lin Xingwan was the only one left.

She stood before rows of massive refrigerated shipping containers and took a deep breath.

The air was filled with the distinct raw smell of meat mixed with the scent of refrigerant.

"Store."

With a thought, she focused her mind.

Her Mental Power surged out like a tsunami.

Dozens of refrigerated containers, each weighing several tons, along with the fresh meat inside, vanished instantly!

Lin Xingwan closed her eyes, and her consciousness entered the space.

In the zone of absolute stasis.

She didn't keep the meat in the containers; finding them too bulky, she used her mind to dump all the meat out.

Tens of thousands of pork carcasses piled up into a ghastly white mountain of meat.

Thousands of whole cows formed a second mountain of meat.

Mutton, offal, chicken, duck, and goose were sorted and neatly stacked together.

Because of the absolute stasis in the space, the meat would remain in the exact condition it was in when it left the cold storage forever.

Even the layer of frost on the surface of the meat remained crystal clear, with no signs of melting.

This was simply an inexhaustible, electricity-free, super-invincible, god-tier cold storage!

But this was not enough.

Lin Xingwan opened her eyes and pulled the thick list from her bag.

She placed a heavy checkmark next to the "Fresh Meat" category.

She had enough raw meat, but in The Apocalypse, there were often no conditions to build a fire and cook.

Cooked food and cured meats were the true hard currency.

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

Lin Xingwan didn't go back to the city to rest; instead, she drove her off-road vehicle straight toward the city's largest food processing industrial park.

Hundreds of food processing plants of all sizes were gathered here.

She found the largest and most reputable long-established deli factory.

The owner was a shrewd-looking old man in his fifties.

Upon hearing that Lin Xingwan wanted to place a massive order worth tens of millions, the old man didn't even finish his morning tea and came out to greet her personally.

"Boss Lin, the quantity you're asking for is too large. Even with three shifts, it will take us half a month to fulfill the order."

The old man looked at the long order list and sucked his teeth.

"And this preservative..."

"No preservatives."

Lin Xingwan interrupted him directly.

"This batch of goods is for a high-end expedition team; it requires absolute natural purity."

The price she offered was a full thirty percent higher than the market rate.

"One hundred thousand jin of Cantonese sausage, one hundred thousand jin of Sichuan cured meat."

"Fifty thousand Dezhou braised chickens, fifty thousand Nanjing roast ducks."

"And canned luncheon meat, canned braised pork, and beef jerky—start with three hundred thousand boxes of each."

Watching the old man's eyes brighten, Lin Xingwan added fuel to the fire.

"As long as you can take the order, money is no object."

"Take it! Why wouldn't I take it!"

The old man gritted his teeth and slapped his thigh hard.

"Even if I have to borrow machines and labor from other factories, I guarantee I'll get it all together for you on time!"

For the next half month.

Lin Xingwan completely became an emotionless "receiving machine."

During the day, she rushed between various processing plants to inspect goods and make payments.

At night, she returned to the logistics park and stored truckloads of cooked food and canned goods into her space.

In the stasis zone.

Golden, oily roast ducks were piled into towers.

Red and white cured meats hung from the void racks she created with her mind.

The three hundred thousand boxes of canned luncheon meat were stacked like a wall of bronze and iron.

Half a month of crazy purchasing.

Nearly half of her twelve billion in funds had flowed away like water.

But looking at the endless reserves of supplies in her space.

The extreme sense of security that permeated her bones was something that no amount of money could buy.

What were extreme heat and extreme cold?

Even if the earth exploded, she could eat in this space for hundreds of years without ever repeating a dish!

Another late night.

Lin Xingwan had just stored the last batch of fifty thousand jin of Xinjiang nut cake into her space.

Exhausted, she collapsed onto a folding chair in the logistics park and let out a long sigh.

After half a month of continuous, high-intensity operation.

Even with the spiritual spring water sustaining her spirit, her body felt deeply fatigued.

"Gurgle—"

In the quiet warehouse, a thunderous growl suddenly erupted from her stomach.

Lin Xingwan rubbed her empty stomach and smiled helplessly.

She had been so focused on hoarding that she had only had a sip of water all day.

Although there were mountains of fresh and cooked food in her space, she was too tired to even lift a finger, let alone build a fire to cook.

She took out her phone and checked the time: two in the morning.

She opened the food delivery app, but it was empty; there wasn't a soul working at this hour.

Lin Xingwan leaned back in her chair, and memories of the extreme cold in The Apocalypse from her previous life suddenly flooded her mind uncontrollably.

Back then.

For half a piece of hardened compressed biscuit, survivors would fight until their brains were splattered.

If they could smell a whiff of junk food.

Like a bowl of extra-spicy, extra-pungent snail rice noodles, or a piece of sizzling, oily fried chicken cutlet.

Even if it meant trading their lives, countless people would line up to snatch it!

The more she thought about it, the hungrier she became.

Her salivary glands began to secrete frantically.

"I can't take it anymore."

Lin Xingwan sprang up from the chair.

"All the delicacies in the world aren't as satisfying as a bowl of junk food right now!"

She grabbed her car keys and jumped into her off-road vehicle.

With a step on the gas, the off-road vehicle shot out of the logistics park like an arrow from a bow, heading straight for the city.

The streets in the early morning were empty.

Lin Xingwan drove around the streets, looking for a snack shop that hadn't closed yet.

Suddenly.

At a street corner, a small shop with a red sign and yellow characters reading "Authentic Liuzhou Snail Rice Noodles" still had a dim light on.

An incredibly overpowering, pungent, sour smell that went straight to her skull.

Floated in through the gap in the car window.

"Screech—!"

Lin Xingwan slammed on the brakes, and the tires left a long black skid mark on the asphalt.

She pushed open the car door and strode into the small shop.

There was no one in the shop, and the proprietress was dozing off behind the cashier counter.

"Boss, one bowl of snail rice noodles, please!"

Lin Xingwan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable urgency.

The proprietress was startled awake and rubbed her eyes.

"Oh my, beautiful, still eating so late? What would you like to add?"

"Extra spicy, extra pungent, add two fried eggs, add pork intestines, add pig's trotter!"

Lin Xingwan reeled off a long list in one breath, leaving the proprietress stunned.

"Alright, please wait a moment."

Ten minutes later.

A large bowl of snail rice noodles, fragrant with red chili oil and topped with a mountain of ingredients, was served.

Lin Xingwan snapped apart her disposable chopsticks and impatiently picked up a mouthful of noodles, stuffing them into her mouth along with some sour bamboo shoots.

"Hiss—"

The spicy and hot noodles rolled around in her mouth.

The extreme umami, fragrance, pungency, and spiciness instantly stimulated her taste buds.

The rich broth flowed down her esophagus, warming her entire stomach.

So satisfying!

This is what it feels like to be alive!

Lin Xingwan took three big bites in a row, her nose sweating and eyes turning red from the spice.

In The Apocalypse, a hot bowl of snail rice noodles like this could be traded for a villa—no, ten!

She polished off the bowl of noodles, soup and all, in no time at all.

She didn't even spare the pork intestines and fried eggs.

Full and satisfied, Lin Xingwan pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth.

Her gaze fell on the large pot of broth simmering behind the proprietress, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

Since this stuff was so satisfying to eat.

Why not just hoard tens of thousands of bowls of it?

When the extreme heat and extreme cold arrive.

People outside will be chewing on tree bark, while she'll be in her safe house, slurping noodles and watching the show.

This is the real dimensional strike!

Lin Xingwan stood up, pulled a stack of hundred-yuan bills from her bag, and slapped them onto the cashier counter.

"Boss, can your shop handle a large order?"

Looking at the stack of red bills, the proprietress's eyes went wide.

"Yes! Yes! Beautiful, how many portions do you want to pack?"

A crazy smile curled the corners of Lin Xingwan's lips.

"Fifty thousand boxes of self-heating snail rice noodles, plus ten thousand bowls of freshly cooked ones, soup and noodles included, delivered within half a month—can you do it?"

The proprietress's hand shook, and she nearly knocked over the cash register.