novelraw Chapter 798 - 888: Is Fifty Million Enough for My First Trip?
Chapter 798 - 888: Is Fifty Million Enough for My First Trip?
As for water... due to material restrictions and other reasons, the pipes haven’t been laid yet. Unless you bring your own materials to lay them, there’s a water factory at Dock Port, not too far away, but if you want to use it, you have to transport it yourself. The rich areas usually buy dozens or even hundreds of cubic meters of water at a time.
For ordinary people, they usually go to the boiler room to buy boiled water directly; raw water needs to be boiled, and fuel isn’t free, is it?
As for bathing, South Sea lacks everything except seawater. If Jing Shu remembers correctly, there’s a bathhouse here. A hot bath only costs three Virtual Coins, and if you add a scrubbing package, an aunty will scrub you clean inside out for just five Virtual Coins.
Hey, don’t be shy, the aunty doesn’t want anything from you, just close your eyes and enjoy it.
Speaking of which.
Back in the day, to prevent drought, Jing Shu bought several super-large water storage tanks and various filters. When Grandma Jing and the others arrive with the belongings moved from Wu City, Jing Shu will install these in the backyard. Then, when she buys water and stocks up, it’ll last a few months at a time.
Inside the villa, that’s how it is. As for the over 100 square meters of wasteland in the villa’s backyard, it needs to be covered with livestock sheds. There’s a big pile of chickens, ducks, geese, cows, and pigs to raise, which should be enough for Jiang Jiang.
After touring her villa, Jing Shu couldn’t help but exclaim, "Big, really damn big! Is this the right way to open up this apocalypse? Living in such a comfortable, luxurious villa, the mood really does improve."
Even though the next few years’ disasters won’t be easy to get through...
So now the question is, with so many supplies in the villa, what’s missing is a plausible cover story.
Jing Shu’s hands moved with lightning speed, rotating the large Magic Cube in her hands. With her rotations, the wildly colorful Magic Cube transformed into neatly organized color lines.
With a "snap!" sound, Jing Shu aligned one complete color side of the Magic Cube and stopped, mumbling to herself:
"Just in time, two days from now, a shipment of raw materials apart from those sent to the South Sea is going to be sent to the Shenzhen Cigarette Factory. So, I’ll register to go inspect the work, and the Shenzhen Chamber of Commerce has a big gathering in a few days, selling good stuff. I’ll just detour to stroll around Yangcheng (Guangzhou), Foshan, Shunde, Chaoshan, those places that always make people drool... then accidentally buy a house full of food and various fruit trees, along with lots of local specialties, sounds reasonable, right?"
It’s too reasonable, simply perfect.
By the way, why is Guangzhou called Yangcheng? Is it because everyone in this city speaks like "baaabaaaz"?
"The first time going, I wonder if bringing fifty million Virtual Coins is enough?..."
Jing Shu felt just like the first time she went to Starbucks, worried about not bringing enough money.
"But usually, precious supplies are bartered, so I’d better bring more Blood Mushrooms, ginseng, and Ganoderma, hmm, bring more of those overabundant live snakes and Bees too, heard the snake soup here is especially delicious. Oh, and bring out a few cows, I heard the beef balls in Chaoshan hot pot are super tasty."
"Oh, and the rooms full of liquor from the United States could also be exchanged for some good stuff, right?"
"And that horribly nasty, moldy cheese should quickly be traded out too..."
After busying for quite a while, Master Jing managed to sort out several Hulk-sized carriage loads of idle supplies from the warehouse and space. On the opening day of the cigarette factory and mask factory, she hurriedly served as the fake smiling tool for the grand opening’s ribbon-cutting ceremony, and after the cameraman gave an OK gesture, she boarded the Blue Moon ferry with her Hulk bodyguards to fetch cargo from Xuwen Pier.
The Blue Moon made thud-thud sounds, the burning rotten corpse insects smell permeated the ship’s cabin, the black seawater emitted a fishy odor, and the rotten mermaids swam freely in the sea, silently following the ferry. After a bumpy one-hour journey, Jing Shu arrived at Xuwen Pier.
After the Blue Moon took two months’ worth of raw material cargo, it returned to South Sea. Jing Shu, having traveled a long way from Sichuan, met six factory transportation teams along the way, and they continued their sea route toward Guangshen. Next, they still have to head to Fujian, Zhejiang, Modu, and other places to deliver cigarette factory raw materials.
"General Manager Jing, you go rest in the VIP cabin upstairs; we’ll take care of things here, and tomorrow when we reach the place, I’ll take you for a stroll around Yangcheng." said Zhang Yicheng, responsible for this transport to Yangcheng, in a flattering Guang dialect.
A heavenly ancestor came to inspect work, Zhang Yicheng wasn’t troubled at all, but instead felt Jing Shu was his benefactor.
Whether the end-of-year rating can rise depends on how many points President Jing gives him.
"No need, I’ll just have a look; how come I haven’t seen our escort masters?" Jing Shu asked.
It’s worth mentioning since the raw materials are extremely valuable and there’s a fear of being robbed, plus they themselves belong to ultra-dangerous goods, and if a few Ticks pop out, they’d suck people dry.
So in addition to ordinary transport personnel, they also hired two special line professional bodyguards at a high price to escort, which in ancient times would be considered hiring an escort team, right?
"Oh, them, under normal circumstances, they don’t come out. They only come out to solve problems when the goods are in danger." Zhang Yicheng said mysteriously.
"Alright then, you all go ahead."
"Ah, yes, yes, be careful of the wet floor, I’ll go to the deck to verify the process with the captain." Zhang Yicheng rolled up his wet pant legs and hurried away.
"Alright."
Jing Shu then took two Hulk bodyguards for a casual look around, releasing some insects to patrol, mainly to eliminate lurking dangers, which was also her occupational habit out of being timid and afraid to die.
As trucks sealed with mugwort and beeswax boarded the ferry, coffins on trucks boarded as well.
On the way, when reaching places with steep slopes, from the coffins, unexpectedly hopped out... pale, bloodless people looking like corpses, helping to push the trucks uphill.
Strangely, these people not like the living, eh, after pushing the trucks, jumped back into the coffins and even closed the coffin lids themselves.
Everything returned to tranquility.
Jing Shu: "???"
Jing Shu tilted her head, her mouth’s crispy, fried dried fish dropped without her knowing, pondering whether she was in the wrong script?
The dried fish fell to the ground, picked up by a pale hand, revealing black eyes without whites and crimson lips, kindly reminding: "You dropped your fish..."
"Boom!" A loud noise.
That red-lipped, white-teethed frail young man was kicked flying a dozen meters, then embedded firmly into the ferry’s iron plate.
"What the heck? Was that a person? Could even talk?" Jing Shu really got spooked just now and couldn’t help but... just...
The loud noise alarmed Zhang Yicheng on the deck, scaring him out of his wits.
"What happened??"
"What’s wrong, President Jing? Are you okay?? Oh, my ancestor..." My bonus, my promotion!
Eh...? President Jing is calmly standing there.
"That’s good, that’s good!" Zhang Yicheng patted his chest; his rice bowl, his bonus was safe.
Suddenly, there was another voice.
"Excuse me, could Team Leader Zhang help pull me out?"