I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse

Chapter 825 - 915: Do You Understand What the President of the Cigarette Factory Represents?

In the days that followed, not only did the Wu City people migrating from outside stay busy, but everyone in the Jing family also started spinning in circles.

Grandma Jing started preparing different types of food and supplies for Jing Shu every day, mostly cooked or instant food, deeply worried that Jing Shu would be hungry, tired, or lose weight when she went to the Middle East.

As for Jing Shu, she was very aware of her own appetite, so she quietly increased the amount of cooked food she stored in her space.

Especially hot pot, which was simple and convenient; she prepared over a hundred kilograms of hot pot dry ingredients. Later, she could just add water, put in the ingredients, and eat it straight away. Maybe she could even sell some at a high price. Who knows if people in the Middle East eat hot pot?

Oh, and she prepared two cubic meters of cooked hot pot ingredients in her space: wide noodles, napa cabbage, ox tripe, duck intestines, and beef slices, as well as Wanzi—ready-to-eat foods. Especially at night when everything is quiet, having a hot pot for a late-night snack would be absolutely delightful.

In addition to hot pot, preparing some other cooked food for midnight snacks should be enough. The rest could be fresh ingredients and seasonings. After all, our Boss Jing brought along a Shunde culinary master, who could prepare delicious dishes whenever there’s free time, which we’ll secretly store in our space.

Oh dear, we forgot about Xiao Wei, that big eater. There might not be anything left when he’s around!

Poor thing, Brother Liang Xing is probably going to be even more exhausted cooking in the Middle East than making meals for over a hundred people at his hotel.

Speaking of which, Mr. Jing also has to be constantly building livestock sheds, basements, re-tending to the vegetable and fruit gardens, and finding time to make some crafts for Jing Shu, improve the portable toilet, and construct more water containers.

Oh, and we have to make Xiao Wei an oversized sedan chair, where from the outside, Xiao Wei only looks like a normal person from the waist up, but inside the chair, it’s his massive body and the soldiers carrying him.

Third Aunt has to go to the city to manage several dining halls under her jurisdiction, feeding tens of thousands of people each day.

Youai has to take over the management of a residential area with thousands of people—allocating food, housing, and transportation, as well as clearing out the mountains of rotten corpse insects in the main city. Only if the work is up to standard will the people have places to live. She also has to research and collect some assignments allocated from above with her mentor from time to time.

Mrs. Jing is managing the Wu City Agricultural Department with a heavy workload, with vegetable and crop targets starting next week.

Mr. Jing is pretty much occupied too, constantly busy with postpartum care for sows or wondering why the milk from dairy cows has decreased—whether it’s due to postpartum depression, a troubling husband, or a lack of nourishing soup—matters of great importance to human livelihood.

In short, everyone has found their purpose and tasks in this apocalypse.

As the head of the cigarette factory and vice president of the Wu City Pharmaceutical Association, Jing Shu of course had to attend the donation event when the Wu City people successfully reached the South Sea.

On that day, strong winds blew over the South Sea. Though still pitch black, the South Sea harbor appeared unusually lively under the glow of a row of floodlights.

One ferry after another arrived at the dock, with crowds of impoverished, ragged people finally setting foot on South Sea soil. Camera flashes clicked, capturing this historically symbolic moment.

The livestreamer Xiao Ma said excitedly into the phone camera:

"I am at the scene of the press conference for the successful migration from Wu City to the South Sea. You can see over there that more than twenty ferries have already arrived at the dock. This time, they can transfer a hundred thousand Wu City people, and each of them gets a big gift pack of local supplies sent from all over the country when they leave the dock.

Now, let’s take a look at what’s inside the gift pack. There’s a small Tianjin twisty cruller, which smells crisp and fragrant. There’s also a Shandong pancake, a small piece of Wuhan hot dry noodles, a Shanghai green dumpling, a Shanxi flatbread, freeze-dried mountain vegetables from Guangdong, and dozens of other items. It seems netizens nationwide have donated their best foods. On behalf of the Wu City folks, I’d like to thank everyone!

Besides, there’s local Wu City subsidies. You can see the notable donors from Wu City sitting on the stage, and the pile of supplies beside them is what they donated this time."

With that, Xiao Ma switched the camera. At the press conference, a row of entrepreneurs sat, with a row of staffers behind them.

In front of the camera, there was a podium for people to report the donated supplies to the entire nation. A young gentleman, wearing black-framed glasses and appearing gentle and refined, was presenting the data:

"Our Wucheng Cigarette Factory intends to donate supplies worth ten million Virtual Coins this time. The specific supplies are as follows..."

Meanwhile.

In the group chat of Jing Shu’s high school classmates.

Xie Zihao: "We were on the first batch to arrive at the South Sea, and our house has already been allocated. Has everyone else arrived? {Picture}"

Shi Lei: "Still waiting for the ferry at the dock, we’ll be there in an hour. Damn, Xie Zihao, your family is too luxurious; you even have a clean individual house. I’m crying with envy."

Liu Gang: "Envy +1, our representative has already allocated houses, but we have to clean out the corpse insects ourselves, and I heard houses are super tight. Ten families share one house, and a family has to squeeze into one bedroom."

Wang Chao: "@everyone, quickly take a look, isn’t that our classmate, the big shot Jing Shu, standing behind the man speaking at this Wu City press conference?"

Mu Xiaoxuan: "It is the big shot Jing Shu! She looks so dashing and handsome in that outfit. Her aura is so strong, I almost didn’t recognize her. She used to always wear big cotton coats at gatherings."

Wang Chao: "Speaking of which, wasn’t big shot Jing Shu one of the shareholders at Stone Garden? How is she connected to the cigarette factory?"

Wang Zihao: "Could it be possible that Jing Shu is just a secretary or there to make an appearance? {awkward} After all, only entrepreneurs speak on such occasions. As for how she’s related to the cigarette factory, do you know how powerful the Wucheng Cigarette Factory is now? Everyone wants to ride its coattails."

Wu Yu: "Yeah, yeah, the Wucheng Cigarette Factory is really famous now. If someone gets Wucheng-branded cigarettes as a gift, it’s a big deal. Many people pull strings to get in, and the benefits and treatment are superb.

My cousin’s wife’s neighbor’s nephew’s friend works there, and the welfare is amazing. It’s even better than the Stone Garden—supports a whole family, plus all sorts of delicious and useful things are given out. It’s envy-inducing."

Mu Xiaoxuan: "But seeing Jing Shu’s aura, why does it feel like the people in front are more like her subordinates?"

Wu Yu: "Though that’s the talk, do you think Jing Shu, being our age, and looking nothing like a big boss, could be more than just a minor shareholder at Stone Garden at best,

would she be the head of the cigarette factory?

Do you think that’s possible?

Do you know how strong the connections at the cigarette factory are?

Do you understand what being the head of the cigarette factory means?

Do heads of cigarette factories personally attend such events?"