I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse

Chapter 672: Sold the Insect Cake Factory?

"As for the people in the building..." Jun Bao began, his voice dripping with disdain. They hadn’t even found a trace with round-the-clock flights, various search methods, and even satellites. The inspection team, who were merely observers, stood even less of a chance.

But he couldn’t say that. If he did, Wu City would probably be drowned in tears.

"The inspection team doesn’t know what they’re talking about. They’re just making things up. Think about it, who could possibly know more about the building’s whereabouts and rescue efforts than us?" Jun Bao said confidently. Only after seeing that his aunt behind him had stopped crying did he slowly exhale and purse his lips lightly.

At the same time, Jun Bao turned his gaze to his uncle. It seemed that the mess of Wu City would have to be cleaned up by him.

It was just happening sooner than expected; his appointment had not yet arrived.

In an instant, numerous plans flashed through Jun Bao’s mind. The usually calm and reserved young man exuded a chilling intensity at that moment, which was truly fearsome.

It was then that Mrs. Jing and Mr. Jing finally took a deep breath of relief. "So, they’re talking nonsense. That’s good, that’s really good..."

Aunt Wang Fang also let out a sigh, then asked worriedly, "What about the Red Worm Factory? It has already been closed for quite a few days, and so many people in the factory are depending on it for their livelihood.

"But the biggest issue is that the inspection team said that the people have been missing for three months and should be reported as deceased. The Insect Factory shares are now divided into three parts: the largest shareholder is Jing Shu, followed by Wucheng Town Government, and finally the scattered shares Jing Shu allocated to encourage everyone.

"The inspection team wants to buy Jing Shu’s shares..."

Her uncle’s family also owned a small share of the company. Even that small share ensured that their family had nothing to worry about in the apocalypse. However, before they could enjoy it for long, the Red Worm Factory was sealed. According to the inspection team, the factory was to be handed over to higher authorities.

But with so many institutions above, who knows which one it will be? Are they truly concerned with the people’s welfare, or just lining their own pockets, or is it something else?

Jin Tianci coughed a few times and said, "The Red Worm Factory situation is indeed a tough one... If Jing Shu were here, we could find other solutions. We can’t just rob them outright.

"But with the major shareholder missing for three months, once reported dead according to the new laws of the apocalypse, half goes to the next of kin and half to the state. Even if you two still hold a small portion of the shares, you must have received a notice to sell your shares, right?"

Mrs. Jing wiped away her tears, her face flushing with anger. "They actually think they can buy the remaining shares with just 8 million... To expect to snap up such a huge Insect Cake Factory for 8 million Virtual Coins? What can you even buy with Virtual Coins now?" If not for the presence of Wu City’s leaders, Mrs. Jing would have cursed them out long ago.

Even so, Jin Tianci felt very awkward. Virtual Coins used to be valuable, but now they were becoming increasingly worthless; this was inevitable.

Mrs. Jing continued to feel indignant. These shameless people, trying to fool her with a bunch of virtual numbers? But it must be said, if Jing Shu were indeed declared dead, it was uncertain whether they could hold onto the Insect Factory.

At this moment, Mr. Jing said, "As long as Jing Shu comes back alive and well, we ask for nothing else. If those above want to buy the Red Worm Factory, let them. Who can argue with them when they wield the ’Imperial Sword’?"

Mrs. Jing tugged at Mr. Jing. The Insect Cake Factory was their daughter’s labor of love... Even though she didn’t usually manage its affairs, work there, or concern herself much with it, she would at least visit once every month or two.

Jun Bao squinted. Standing up and gazing at the increasingly frozen earth outside, he spoke softly, "I think this deal can be made, but we’ll need to plan it carefully for the long term."

Although Jing Shu wasn’t present, Jun Bao felt that Wu City, as her support, shouldn’t have its assets seized so easily.

This would be disheartening, especially for someone who had made significant contributions to Wu City.

Of course, his willingness to intervene was also because the inspection team had harmed the interests of the Wu City people. On his own turf, for someone to dare target his logistics... The Insect Cake Factory provided one-tenth or two-tenths of Wu City’s annual food supply.

Such a large prize, a hen that lays golden eggs! His uncle had nurtured it well, providing machinery, manpower, and funds whenever needed. He practically worshipped it...

Jun Bao clenched his fists, a surge of anger rising within him.

The next day, Jun Bao hosted the inspection team with Wu City specialties: Spicy Chicken, smoked sausage, and Honey Wine.

The guests and hosts thoroughly enjoyed themselves. The members of the inspection team found Jun Bao from the Imperial Capital to be very astute. He certainly lived up to his origins, with many tricks up his sleeve, and the feast he suggested was exactly to their liking.

"Jin Tianci’s nephew is quite agreeable," they said.

On the other hand, Jing Shu was oblivious to the fact that her Insect Cake Factory was about to be sold. She hummed a tune in high spirits, enjoying the delicacies in her space, which had grown again, adding six more fields.

As the migration drew near, Jing Shu definitely wanted to plant more and prepare semi-finished products.

Anyway, Jing Shu already felt insecure when her phone battery was at 95%, let alone when her space was empty. She also figured that the food supply at home would certainly have dwindled by the time she returned, so she needed to replenish it discreetly.

It’s worth mentioning that at first, the underground army wasn’t very impressive. But as the mansion moved, more and more wild rotten mermaids were attracted to the surroundings, becoming Jing Shu’s labor force.

In the beginning, Jing Shu had no specific destination; she just headed in the general direction. But later, when the homebred rotten mermaids in Jingshu’s space hatched, she dispatched them to scout ahead and draw maps.

Since the space was small, she released them in batches. Day by day, as her mapping efforts progressed, Jing Shu lost count of how many she had sent out, but the map in her mind grew increasingly clear.

With a target and direction, the rest became simpler.

The mansion was moving. Based on the weather, darkness, and other factors, the people on board quickly analyzed their situation. But where were they heading this time? Some with great insight soon deduced from various factors: "It’s very likely we’re drifting back!"

Upon hearing this news, everyone in the mansion was ecstatic. They saw hope!

"Moreover, we’re traveling in a straight line, unlike the circles we took coming here! We’ll be faster this way. It might not be many days before we float back to Wu City."

"If that’s the case, we just need to hold on for a few days, and our rations will be enough!"

Everyone was thrilled. Who wouldn’t be delighted by the prospect of surviving and returning to Wu City alive?

It was an unprovoked disaster, and no one could explain why.

Jing Shu felt that, within the entire mansion, only she truly understood what was happening; only she had reaped these benefits. Others had perhaps just drifted along and suffered considerably, but she had gained this life-saving trump card. Therefore, she felt she had to protect these people going forward.

At the very least, she had to ensure they had food to eat.