Pure water, this was the most important thing, as well as table salt, these were what the human body needed the most.
At this time, Xiao Jun had already arrived at the largest wholesale market in Star City.
Although the natural disaster had only lasted six days, because of the rainwater, the vast majority of supplies had been completely destroyed.
By then, even if they could win against the zombies, finding food would become the biggest problem.
In addition to the money for the hotel room, Xiao Jun now had over 100,000 yuan left on him, and he planned to turn all this money into supplies in the next day.
After purchasing enough water and table salt, he gave them an address and asked the merchant to deliver it over, while he still had to continue purchasing.
"Canned meat? This is a good thing, in the apocalypse, a can like this could be exchanged for a pretty decent girl."
"Instant noodles? This is also a good thing, although it can't compare to canned meat, it's still good for one night."
In the apocalypse, women were always in the weaker position.
"Damn, hot sauce, so much hot sauce."
He walked to another stand, densely packed with various brands of hot sauce, Xiao Jun's mouth had already started heavily secreting saliva.
You could never imagine what kind of stimulation it was to suddenly see this kind of thing in an environment where you couldn't even eat a few grams of salt for a month.
If it wasn't for the last bit of reason still left in him, Xiao Jun might have already pounced on it to start eating.
"F*ck, got rich, this stuff in the apocalypse, one jar could be exchanged back for a school beauty."
Whatever, pack them all up.
Next, Xiao Jun purchased quite a few other supplies, asking the sellers to all deliver them to his hotel, where he had already notified them.
"Heavy duty flashlights, gotta get these, buy a thousand."
After the heavy rain had lasted a day, all the power systems in the city had become completely paralyzed, and flashlights had also become a hot selling product for a time.
With flashlights, he certainly couldn't forget candles.
Usually it wasn't possible to afford keeping flashlights on all the time, so candles became the replacement tool.
Not only were these cheap and durable, they also didn't take up much space.
The candles at the wholesale market were only 1 mao per stick, Xiao Jun didn't even think before directly buying 10,000 sticks.
"Damn, too bad there's no spatial equipment, otherwise I'd stuff all this stuff inside."
A month after the apocalypse, some advanced technology products would suddenly appear in the world, among them spatial equipment.
Xiao Jun in his previous life had also only heard about it, but did not possess any.
Spatial equipment, with that stuff, you could live a lifetime without worries of food and clothing in Future City, and marry ten or eight wives!
Now was not the time to yearn. As long as he made sufficient preparations now, relying on his six years of leading apocalypse experience, he firmly believed he could reach that kind of height.
"Rice?"
Xiao Jun hesitated a little.
Rice took up a lot of space, and was not easy to store, the most important point was, it needed to be cooked before it could be eaten.
The power systems would collapse tomorrow night, no electrical appliances could be used anymore, buying it now would have little short term use.
Thinking of this, Xiao Jun thought of another extremely important thing - gas.
Natural gas would definitely be unusable, so only gas remained.
In Star City, places that still used gas were truly few, but Xiao Jun just so happened to know a place that refilled gas.
But they definitely had to eat rice, this was something Xiao Jun had already figured out, which was self-heating rice.
Although self-heating rice was a bit more expensive, it was convenient, only needing a bit of water to be ready to eat.
Aside from self-heating rice, he could also buy some self-heating hot pots, to improve the meals.
After a busy afternoon at the wholesale market, his money had mostly been spent, leaving just over 10,000 yuan to see if anything else was needed tomorrow.
By this time Xiao Jun was also somewhat hungry, too excited after his rebirth that he hadn't eaten anything all day today.
In the apocalypse, he had starved for three to four days before, and even had to maintain high mental concentration.
But this was not the apocalypse now, of course he couldn't let himself starve.
When Xiao Jun walked out from Hai Li after eating his fill, the sky had already completely darkened.
Winter nights came early.
After some thought, Xiao Jun decided to return to the hotel first.
Taking the VIP passage for the presidential suite to the 21st floor, the steward was already waiting for him at the door, his face immediately brimming with smiles when he saw Xiao Jun arrive.
"Mr. Xiao, you've returned! I've arranged everything you ordered, the goods have all been placed in the living room for you, do you need anything else?"
Xiao Jun smiled without bothering to respond to him, directly shutting the room door.
Lying on the comfortable big bed, Xiao Jun still felt somewhat unreal, the past six years of inhuman life really seemed just like a dream.
Or perhaps, this was the dream instead.
For the first time in six years, Xiao Jun fell asleep with his mind so relaxed.
That night, he even had a dream.
In the dream, he had become the city lord of Future City, commanding three thousand mutant warriors under him, even seventh stage mutants were only his subordinates. All the thousands of beauties in the city were his to pick from, every woman wanted to climb into his bed...
When he opened his eyes again, Xiao Jun's mind was still a little groggy, after adjusting to the light, he was still lying on the big bed of the presidential suite.
Looks like this wasn't a dream after all.
With his experience as a reborn person, plus the mind reading cheat ability, last night's dream could also become reality.
After settling his emotions, today was the last day before doomsday, at 11:11 pm tonight, the heavy rain would fall right on time. In one hour, all of humanity would fall into endless panic.
After eating the hotel's premium breakfast buffet, Xiao Jun directly took a cab to a place in his memories - if he remembered right, there was a place to buy gas here.
He didn't need too much gas, two canisters would be enough for him to use for a very long time alone.
After taking care of the gas issue, he went to the farmer's market again.
He could buy some fruits and vegetables, but there was no need to buy too much, there was simply no way to store them for long.
He could also buy some fresh meat, after all, with the fire rain descending in three days, there was no way to preserve this stuff.
Next he headed to a supermarket chain, also his final stop here.
Here, he purchased a whole set of cookware, a pressure cooker, wok, and two meat cleavers.
If this wasn't China, he really would have to think of a way to get two guns instead, how could he settle so casually.
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