Natural Disaster Strikes: I Stockpiled Billions and Carved My Way Through the Apocalypse

Mu Jiuyue had her purchases delivered to a small alley behind the mall, making an excuse that someone would come to pick them up later.

After dismissing these people, he waved his hand and threw them all into his spatial storage.

The space is as big as a stadium. If you throw this little thing in, it won't even make a splash.

I'll organize it slowly when I have time; anyway, I'll never lack time.

Mu Jiuyue was about to go home when the phone suddenly rang.

Mu Jiuyue stared at the incoming call, thinking for a long time. Just before the ringing ended, she finally remembered that she was a working person.

"Hey……"

"Mu Jiuyue, why didn't you come to work today? Do you even want to keep your job? Let me tell you, if you don't want to work here, then get out. There are plenty of people who do want to..."

Mu Jiuyue covered her ears and moved the phone away, which saved her ears.

work?

What class do you take?

She's busy stocking up on goods right now, how can she possibly go to work?

In the past, she would have been willing to be subservient and work diligently like a horse or ox.

Well now.

Mu Jiuyue counted the gold bars in her spatial storage and then laughed: "Boss, I quit!"

The cursing stopped abruptly, followed by an incredulous voice: "Mu Jiuyue, you need to think this through. Who else would offer you such a high salary besides me?! I'm giving you one hour; get back to work right now!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for Mu Jiuyue's reply.

Mu Jiuyue blinked and decided to go take a look, and while she was at it, resign and take the rest of her salary.

Mu Jiuyue works at a Hunan restaurant, mainly as a kitchen helper, assisting the head chef.

Cutting vegetables and arranging them neatly.

Although they weren't officially cooking, when the head chef was too busy, they would lend a hand and help cook a simple dish.

It was this skill that allowed her to survive the early stages of the apocalypse in her previous life.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, before he could even speak, the owner shoved a mop at him: "Stop dawdling! Don't you know how to do anything? Hurry up and mop the entrance clean! We'll be getting customers soon! You're so young, yet you're like a block of wood..."

Listening to her boss cursing, Mu Jiuyue was not annoyed at all; on the contrary, she felt a little nostalgic.

Don't be fooled by the boss's sharp tongue; he's actually a good person at heart.

Five years ago, Mu Jiuyue graduated from high school at the age of seventeen. She did not get into a 985 or 211 university and was only admitted to a third-tier university.

But when Mu Jiuyue saw the exorbitant tuition fees, she backed down.

The orphanage had already done everything it could to support her through high school.

Even though the director of the orphanage repeatedly told her that he would find a way to raise her tuition fees, she still chose to give up and turned around to come to K City with a simple bag.

With only a high school diploma, she was completely uncompetitive in the job market.

Even a junior customer service position requires a bachelor's degree.

Just when Mu Jiuyue was at her wit's end, hadn't eaten for three days, and fainted on the street.

The owner of this Hunan restaurant took her in and gave her a job.

The Hunan restaurant provided her with food and lodging, and would occasionally buy her a couple of outfits under the guise of welfare. She saved all her salary, and in just five years, she made a down payment on an old house.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the Hunan restaurant owner was Mu Jiuyue's benefactor.

Although Mu Jiuyue was very sleepy and tired, she still obediently took the mop and went to the door to wipe the floor.

The boss saw Mu Jiuyue working and a gentle smile appeared in his eyes.

He has to be fierce.

How can I keep so many mischievous monkeys in check if I'm not fierce?

After finishing the work, the boss invited Mu Jiuyue over for dinner.

Mu Jiuyue looked at the large bowl in front of her, which contained rice, meat, vegetables, and eggs. It was a nutritionally balanced meal, and the portion was large enough to fill her up.

When I was younger, I didn't understand the delicate thoughts hidden beneath the boss's rough exterior.

Having lived through fifteen years of the apocalypse, Mu Jiuyue understood the gratitude for this meal.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and eat!" The owner said with a sarcastic tone, looking down on Mu Jiuyue. "What? I heard you're now a beneficiary of a demolition compensation, so you look down on my little restaurant?"

Mu Jiuyue laughed, but then she started to cry.

In his past life, the restaurant owner couldn't even survive the first round of natural disasters.

He was beaten to death by a mob.

The thugs had their eyes on the restaurant's food supplies, and they beat this kind-hearted man to a pulp.

When Mu Jiuyue found the restaurant, all she saw was the owner's cold corpse.

Later, she collected the boss's body and burned it to the ground.

"Why are you crying? I only said a few words to you. Okay, okay, eat up, I won't say anything more to you." The restaurant owner touched his neck somewhat guiltily.

For a hot-tempered, straight man to say this much is the limit.

"Old Hou, do you believe me?" Mu Jiuyue wiped away her tears and asked.

"Believe it or not, let's eat first." Old Hou tapped the table: "Everyone else is almost finished eating, and you're the only one dawdling!"

Mu Jiuyue, with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, held the bowl and ate heartily.

It smells so good, so really good, it's the smell of my memories.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Old Hou took Mu Jiuyue to his office and asked, "Have you encountered any difficulties? Tell your uncle, and I will help if I can."

"Old Hou, do you have any other family members?" Mu Jiuyue asked.

Mu Jiuyue knew that Lao Hou was over thirty and had never married. She also didn't see any relatives coming to visit him.

When Old Hou heard Mu Jiuyue ask this, his fingers trembled slightly: "Why are you asking this?"

"Old Hou, the end of the world is coming." Mu Jiuyue could be cold-hearted and indifferent to others, but she couldn't be cold-hearted towards Old Hou.

Old Hou was a good man; he shouldn't have died such a pathetic death.

"You don't have a fever." Old Hou touched Mu Jiuyue's forehead and said, "Why are you talking nonsense?"

Helpless, Mu Jiuyue could only use her actions to shatter Lao Hou's values.

"Watch closely." Mu Jiuyue flicked her finger, and the teacup on the table vanished instantly.

Old Hou's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "You've learned magic tricks? Come here, let me see where you've hidden them!"

Mu Jiuyue simply put away the tea table, tea chairs, and green plants in front of her: "Do you still think I'm performing magic?"

Old Hou's eyes widened in surprise: "Ah...this...a hidden universe in a sleeve?"

“Old Hou, the apocalypse is really coming. You should prepare early. Don’t keep this restaurant open. Once the apocalypse arrives, the restaurant will become a target.” Mu Jiuyue said, “Find a high place to hide. Stock up on plenty of food and drink. Don’t trust strangers, and don’t be so kind as to take people home. People in the apocalypse have no conscience.”

Old Hou remained silent for a long time, his trembling hand pulling out a cigarette, but he couldn't light it after a long time.

Mu Jiuyue couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she took the lighter and lit it for him.

Old Hou exhaled a long puff of smoke and said silently, "You've come here today, and I feel you're very different from before. Before, you were as stupid as a cabbage."

Mu Jiuyue smiled, a somewhat desolate smile, and said, "A person who has escaped death will naturally not be stupid anymore. I will only say this to you, and I will not say a word to anyone else. Old Hou, thank you for taking me in back then, for giving me food and saving my life. Now, I have repaid you."