End of World’s Businessman
Translator: Spring Flowers BL
Xie Yudong was 30 years old, over 1.8 meters tall, with broad shoulders and dark skin. His face was covered in scars, and his shaved head displayed a tattoo of a flaming skull. He lounged casually on a sofa, with two twins under 20 nestled in his arms. The young women, with sensual bodies and angelic faces, wore expressions full of desire as soft, involuntary whispers escaped their lips. Beneath their flowing dresses, a large, bear-like hand played mischief.
Before the apocalypse, Xie Yudong had been nothing more than a security guard at a residential complex in Jincheng. He had an intimidating appearance and a fiery temper, which frequently led to complaints from the residents. Shortly before the end of the world, his boss tried to fire him under some pretext. Although he wasn’t particularly fond of the job, Xie Yudong, armed only with a high school diploma and a rural residency record, knew it wouldn’t be easy to find better work in the city.
As he was making a scene in the company office, the D-virus suddenly spread, plunging the world into chaos. Overnight, Xie Yudong transformed from an ordinary security guard into a rare fire ability user.
Using his abilities, strength, and cruelty, he managed to escape Jincheng and reach Lan City, which was being organized as a survival base.
When he arrived at the survivor settlement in Lan Cheng, ability users were still extremely rare, with fewer than 200 in the entire city. Most of them were in the early stages of awakening, while he had already endured difficult battles, elevating his ability to the peak of the first level and on the verge of advancing. During the chaos in Jincheng, he had stolen weapons from police officers and, with the help of two younger brothers as burly as himself and three underworld-connected cousins, looted arms and wealth from affluent refugees.
With weapons, money, and special powers, he quickly gathered followers in Lan Cheng and expanded his influence, becoming one of the five dominant forces in the city and assuming the third administrative position.
However, compared to the other four forces, his lack of education and broad vision were his greatest weaknesses. Initially, he was stronger than Ji Xiang and Liu Lei, the second administrator. Yet, as an "uncultured thug," he ended up in the third spot. He also harbored a particular grudge against "brilliant students" who once lived better lives than he did.
In city administration, Xie Yudong's followers were assigned patrol and defense roles, less strategic positions. Control of key areas like the tax department remained firmly in Ji Xiang’s hands, thanks to his influential wife, leaving Xie powerless. Still, he felt unprecedented satisfaction and arrogance in his new position.
Previously, he lived in cramped dorms with other men and counted pennies to visit brothels. Now, he drove luxury cars, resided in an opulent mansion, and kept over 50 women in his home. For him, the apocalypse wasn’t despair—it was a dream come true.
However, his lack of preparation began to limit his growth. While other leaders planned to dominate much larger areas, his goal was simply to be the "emperor" of Lan Cheng. He loved amassing wealth, but when the central government demanded half the city’s resources, he was furious. After the last zombie invasion, the finances were already in the red, and he could barely sustain the exorbitant expenses of his armies and lifestyle.
Moreover, while his fire ability had reached the peak of the second level, Ji Xiang had already advanced to the third. Later, Qin Wuhua also reached the third level, which made him even more uncomfortable. During the last zombie attack, he managed to advance, but he soon learned that Zhou Sheng and others had also reached the same level, and he was considered the weakest of the three.
After reaching the third level, progress became much harder. Learning from his subordinates that he was the weakest among third-level fighters only increased his sense of threat.
As he brooded over this, Zhou Sheng had the audacity to lead a group to Qingmin. Xie Yudong initially feared that Zhou Sheng and his team would return stronger, posing a real threat to him. However, the outcome was entirely different.
Zhou Sheng's failure left Xie Yudong ecstatic. Without hesitation, he took control of Zhou Sheng's remaining forces and confiscated Wu Ye's shop's assets. To others, the shop's items might have seemed interesting, but to him, they weren’t significant. Of everything looted, he kept only a bottle of perfume, which he "gifted" to one of his women. The rest was distributed among his subordinates.
Now, with the goods looted and divided, Wu Ye and Qin Wuhua were back—alive. The animosity between them was undoubtedly solidified.
Wu Ye seemed to have appeared out of nowhere in Lan. His origins were unknown, but he displayed immense wealth, as evidenced by the rare products in his store. Additionally, he had the protection of a third-level ability user and several others of varying levels. Rumors suggested he had ties to the military, though without concrete proof, it could simply be speculation. What truly worried Xie Yudong was how Wu Ye managed to kill the legendary giant zombie, survive five days in Qingmin—a zombie-infested area—and return with a large haul of supplies.
It was obvious to Xie Yudong that there was something unusual about Wu Ye and his team.
Even without being well-educated, Xie Yudong understood the saying: "Know your enemy and know yourself, and you will be invincible." As soon as Wu Ye returned, he began looking for ways to uncover what had truly happened in Qingmin.
"Tell me in detail what happened during those days in Qingmin," Xie Yudong said, as he absentmindedly played with the girls nestled in his arms.
In front of him, a restless man sat. It was Chen Caosen, who had just returned from Qingmin.
With a bitter taste in his mouth, Chen Caosen nervously rubbed the red hook-shaped tattoo on his wrist. He kept his head down and said nothing.
Xie Yudong withdrew his wet hand, gestured with his fingers, and one of his subordinates immediately opened the door. A terrified girl, about ten years old, ran in, screaming:
"Daddy! Daddy! Let me go... Daddy, help me…!"
With a wave of his hand, Xie Yudong signaled for his men to silence the girl, who was quickly dragged into a dark room. The child’s desperate screams echoed through the room, while Chen Caosen clenched his fists, the veins bulging on the back of his hands.
Xie Yudong picked up a tissue and began carefully wiping his hand as he spoke coldly: "What did Wu Ye give you that’s worth keeping such a secret? Old Chen, have you forgotten who your true master is?"
Chen Caosen was a spy Xie Yudong had planted in Wu Ye's group. He had never regretted swearing loyalty to Xie Yudong as much as he did now.
"If you’ve forgotten, I don’t mind helping you remember. Your wife, your daughter, your mother… What do you think would happen if I sold them all to Old Luo? How much do you think he’d pay?"
Old Luo, known as "Luo Lao Da," was a relative of Xie Yudong and ran several "beauty salons" and "massage parlors." Everyone knew exactly what kind of business he operated.
Chen Caosen, his bloodshot eyes filled with hatred, stared at Xie Yudong as though he was ready to leap forward and tear chunks of flesh from him with his teeth.
"Don’t look at me like that. Keep staring, and I’ll have your eyes gouged out right now. And your precious Wu Ye wouldn’t dare say a word." Xie Yudong suddenly changed his tone, speaking more gently: "They say wise men know the right time to act. Old Chen, why can’t you understand? Everything Wu Ye can offer you, I can provide too—maybe even more."
Items like zombie repellent, virus vaccines, or miraculous protective clothing were things Xie Yudong simply couldn’t provide.
"Do you want to become a special ability user? I have a drug that can transform ordinary people into ability users. If you tell me everything that happened in Qingmin County, I won’t just make you an ability user; I can also transform your wife and daughter. What do you say? Isn’t my offer generous enough?"
Chen Caosen was taken aback and hesitated before asking. "Is there really a drug that can turn ordinary people into ability users?"
Seeing his interest, Xie Yudong smiled. "Why would I lie to you? I just got these doses from the special team. I only have twenty of them. If you tell me what you know, I’ll give you the drug, and you’ll become an ability user. Otherwise…" Xie Yudong’s voice turned grave and menacing: "You and your family won’t leave here alive today. Have I killed so few people in Lan City? You’d better take my offer or face the consequences."
In truth, Xie Yudong did possess the drug, and not just twenty doses. The Beijing research institute had increased the drug’s success rate from 1% to 5%. Needing more tests and data, they began selling it to other areas as part of a multifaceted strategy. Without this drug, Lan City’s leaders wouldn’t have surrendered so quickly.
When Chen Caosen remained silent, Xie Yudong lost his patience and ordered one of his men: "Bring me his daughter’s hand."
Chen Caosen’s face turned deathly pale. Thoughts raced through his mind: 'Wu Ye must have a huge secret. If he finds out I’m Xie Yudong’s spy, he won’t spare me. Although Wu Ye placed a loyalty symbol on me, he never explained how it works. Maybe it’s not as bad as I think. I just need to recount the facts about what happened in Qingmin. That can’t be considered betrayal, right? After all, I can’t just watch Xie Yudong kill my family… This isn’t betrayal; Xie Yudong is forcing me.'
'Yes, it’s not my fault. It’s all Xie Yudong’s fault.'
Chen Caosen nervously rubbed the tattoo on his wrist. It seemed to be heating up.
"Wait, don’t go. I…” Before he could finish, Chen Caosen suddenly grabbed his own neck with both hands. His body stiffened, veins bulged, and his eyes looked as though they were about to pop out of their sockets. Two streaks of blood-tears slid down as the red symbol on his wrist ignited into a small flame, quickly consuming his entire body. In mere seconds, he was reduced to a pile of white ash.
The most terrifying part was that neither his clothes nor the sofa he was sitting on were damaged. The entire process occurred silently.
Everyone in the room froze in fear.
A cold wind swept through, lifting the white dust. Two women, trembling with terror, finally reacted and began screaming so loudly it seemed as if the ceiling might collapse.
Xie Yudong, who had never believed in ghosts or spirits, felt a chill run down his spine.
“What the hell just happened? What kind of strange thing is this?”
If he hadn’t witnessed it himself, Xie Yudong would never have believed that a living person could turn into ashes in less than a minute.
What had actually happened?
At that moment, Wu Ye was enjoying a delicious dinner when the system suddenly alerted him: [One of your Loyalty Symbols has disappeared.]
Wu Ye was taken aback: [What happened?]
The system, now sufficiently powered to monitor a significant portion of Lan City, knew exactly what had transpired. However, it wasn’t going to reveal that information for free. After some deliberation, it set a “reasonable” price: [500 points and 10 red crystals. I can show you a live playback.]
[You’ve got to be kidding me, right?] Wu Ye grumbled. He was already struggling to gather points and crystals, and now this “cheat” wanted to take advantage of the situation!
Qin Wuhua, noticing Wu Ye frozen mid-bite with his chopsticks in the air, placed a juicy braised rib on his plate and asked,
“Is something wrong?”
Wu Ye, distracted, replied. “Just a minor issue.” 'Who could have betrayed me?'
Seeing Wu Ye’s serious expression, Qin Wuhua asked with concern. “Is it something serious?”
Wu Ye glanced at the table full of people looking at him intently and, with a faint smile, said,
“It’s nothing major. Why are you all staring at me? Let’s eat. If the food gets cold, it won’t taste good.”
Everyone sighed in relief and returned to eating with enthusiasm.
The recent events in Qingmin not only solidified Wu Ye’s authority among zombie hunters like Yang Qi and Yang Lina but also boosted his reputation among non-combatant civilians like Li Minsheng and Zeng Xin. Even An’an, a child, understood that Wu Ye was the reason for the community’s good food and peace. He, too, wanted to be like Wu Ye one day—strong and admirable.
Li Minsheng, noticing the admiration in his son’s eyes as he looked at Wu Ye, felt a pang of melancholy. Before, An’an had seen him as a hero. Now, Wu Ye held the top spot, followed by Qin Wuhua and Qian Xin. Li Minsheng had fallen out of his son’s “top 3” most admired people. It stung a little.
While Wu Ye was lost in thought, he kept devouring rib after rib. Only after some time did he realize that all the ribs on his plate had been placed there by Qin Wuhua. In the past, Qin Wuhua had always served him food, but now Wu Ye was beginning to notice how intimate the gesture was.
Could Qin Wuhua…
He immediately cut off the thought: 'No way! I’m a straight man! I only like cute girls!'
Though Wu Ye tried to vehemently deny it in his mind, the tips of his ears began to turn slightly pink.
That subtle, strange feeling resurfaced in Wu Ye’s heart, causing an anxiety that made him feel like things were slipping out of his control. With a slightly irritated tone, he muttered. “You don’t need to serve me food.”
However, seeing the light in Qin Wuhua’s eyes dim instantly, Wu Ye, feeling awkward and uncomfortable, added. “Eat for yourself.”
Qin Wuhua chuckled softly and responded with a quiet “hmm.” Meanwhile, Wu Ye’s ears seemed to redden even more.
Before long, Qin Wuhua resumed placing Wu Ye’s favorite dishes on his plate. This time, Wu Ye didn’t resist and ended up quite satisfied with the meal.
After dinner, Wu Ye instructed Zeng Xin. “Take good care of Zhou Jiabao. If anything happens, contact Li Yuan immediately. He’ll come right away.”
Zhou Jiabao was Zhou Sheng’s son. Zeng Xin had found the boy near death after much effort and brought him back to Lan City. Zhou Jiabao was only 8 years old, physically attractive, and didn’t resemble his overweight father much. His features took more after his beautiful mother, though his narrow eyes were identical to Zhou Sheng’s. Overall, he was a chubby and adorable child.
However, in just a few days, the once-cute and healthy boy had been beaten beyond recognition. Two ribs were broken, his left hand was fractured, and a chunk of flesh had been cruelly torn from his right thigh.
When Zeng Xin found Zhou Jiabao, the boy had a high fever and was lying in the mud, barely breathing. The sight reminded Zeng Xin of his own son, who had tragically died, and he couldn’t help but feel empathy. His wife, already mentally fragile, saw Zhou Jiabao as their deceased son and stayed by his side constantly, even refusing to eat away from him.
Li Yuan used his powers to heal Zhou Jiabao's injuries. Although the boy remained in a coma with a high fever, his breathing had stabilized. With his limited knowledge of traditional medicine, Li Yuan checked his pulse and declared that the boy's body was fine, suggesting that the fever and coma might indicate the awakening of special powers.
Zeng Xin nodded repeatedly:
"Don't worry, boss. I'll take good care of him as if he were my own son."
Wu Ye thought for a moment and said: "Alright. When he wakes up, if he agrees, I can leave him in your and your wife's care. Of course, I'll help with the costs of raising him."
Wu Ye knew that Zeng Xin and his wife genuinely cared for Zhou Jiabao and were the most suitable to look after him. Zeng Xin’s wife could no longer have children due to childbirth complications, and the loss of their son had been devastating. They had already considered adopting a child in the future, so this seemed like a perfect opportunity.
Zeng Xin, overwhelmed with gratitude, said: "Thank you, boss!"
"No need to thank me," Wu Ye replied. "Tomorrow morning, go to my warehouse and organize the supplies. Sort them and set the prices. We need to start operating as soon as possible."
"Understood."
After assigning the tasks, Wu Ye headed to the "mansion" next door with Qin Wuhua.
The "mansion" was almost fully furnished. While it lacked wallpaper and wooden floors, it had complete furniture and appliances. The space was vast, and the master bedroom featured a king-size bed. Compared to the rental house Wu Ye used to live in or even his old shanty, this "mansion" was a true luxury.
However, Wu Ye had no interest in exploring the house. He was eager to uncover who had betrayed his trust. He went straight to the master bedroom, opened the control panel, and checked the Loyalty Symbol data.
Chen Caosen's name had vanished from the list.
Qin Wuhua followed Wu Ye into the room and, seeing him interacting with the system interface, realized something serious had occurred. He asked, noticing Wu Ye’s grim expression:
"Did something happen?"
Wu Ye frowned and replied: "Chen Caosen's Loyalty Symbol disappeared."
Qin Wuhua's expression grew serious: "Did he betray you?"
Wu Ye nodded silently and began negotiating with the system: "System, you've already made a fortune off my crystals. Can't you give me a discount?"
The system pretended not to hear and remained silent.
After a few moments of standoff, Wu Ye gritted his teeth: "Fine, you win. Deduct the points now; I'll provide the crystals later."
Only then did the system respond: "You're not planning to scam me, are you?" The system, familiar with Wu Ye's precarious finances, wanted assurance.
Wu Ye, exasperated, snapped:
"You scoundrel! After all the times you've scammed me, have I ever cheated you?"
The system silently displayed "You're the one who scams me" on its internal chip before deducting 500 points from Wu Ye's account and projecting the video. The footage revealed Xie Yudong threatening Chen Caosen until the Loyalty Symbol incinerated him into ashes.
"Damn it, it's him again!" Wu Ye cursed angrily. Fortunately, the Loyalty Symbol had safeguarded his secrets. He had initially thought Chen Caosen was honest, hardworking, and discreet. Discovering that he was a mole sent by Xie Yudong infuriated him. Not only had he wasted a precious vaccine, but he also lost an extremely valuable Loyalty Symbol. Wu Ye vowed to settle the score with Xie Yudong someday.
After hearing the explanation, Qin Wuhua was impressed by the Loyalty Symbol's power but relieved that Wu Ye's secrets were safe: "At least it served as a test of the Symbol's effectiveness. This will deter anyone else in the group with dubious intentions."
Qin Wuhua despised traitors, regardless of their reasons. To him, betrayal was betrayal, even if coerced. In Chen Caosen's case, who had joined the group with bad intentions from the start, Qin Wuhua felt no sympathy.
Wu Ye nodded in frustration. Perhaps due to his extensive experience fighting zombies and witnessing death, he felt little emotion over Chen Caosen's demise. The only feeling that lingered was regret for losing a Loyalty Symbol.
Unbeknownst to him, Wu Ye had changed significantly. In the past, the sight of a corpse would paralyze him with fear. Now, he viewed human death with an unsettling detachment. He was becoming increasingly adapted to that chaotic, violent world and its ruthless rules. Only upon returning to a peaceful, safe environment would he realize how much he had transformed and how out of place he might feel in such a setting.
"Forget about the bad stuff. Let's see what I can get from the lottery this time!" Wu Ye rubbed his hands excitedly, his heart racing as he pressed the "Confirm" button.
Mission Rating: D
Mission Reward: 2000 points, Small Space Ring (X1)
A... Space Ring?
Wu Ye could hardly believe his luck. He knew the minimum price for a spatial device in the system was exorbitant. A ring with just 1 cubic meter of space cost 300,000 points and 6 green crystals. Yet he had just won a ring with 27 times that space, valued at 5 million points and 100 green crystals.
He stared at the words "Small Space Ring" on the interface, his mind consumed by a single thought: "I'm rich!" This thought repeated so many times that his brain nearly froze.
Qin Wuhua, noticing Wu Ye staring blankly, gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder: "Ah Ye, what's wrong?"
Snapping out of his trance, Wu Ye was overtaken by uncontrollable joy. He jumped on the sofa like a child, waving his arms and shouting: "I'm rich! I'm rich! I won a Space Ring! Hahaha!"
The second-hand leather sofa, bought from a grocery store, wasn’t of the best quality. As Wu Ye jumped on it, one of the springs suddenly broke. His excitement turned to disaster as he lost his balance. Just as he was about to fall to the ground, Qin Wuhua swiftly grabbed him by the clothes, pulling him into his arms.
When Wu Ye realized it, he was lying sideways on Qin Wuhua's lap. His bright, excited eyes met Qin Wuhua's deep phoenix-like gaze, and his face immediately turned as red as a tomato.
Feigning seriousness, Qin Wuhua frowned and asked: "Why is your face so red? Are you sick?"
As he spoke, Qin Wuhua leaned closer, as if checking Wu Ye’s temperature with his forehead.
At that moment, Wu Ye noticed something for the first time: Qin Wuhua's eyelashes were long and thick, accentuating the depth of his phoenix eyes. He looked... quite handsome.
"Wait, wait! What nonsense is this? Who cares if a man is handsome or not!"
"I’m not sick! Let me go!" Wu Ye tried to break free, but his face was so hot it could fry a pancake.
Qin Wuhua, with an innocent and serious expression, held him firmly: "We’re both men, why are you so uncomfortable? Your forehead feels so warm—are you sure you’re not sick?"
Wu Ye pushed Qin hard and jumped away, standing almost a meter apart. With a trembling voice trying to sound firm, he said: "Who’s uncomfortable? Who’s blushing? I’m not sick, I’m just… happy, okay?"
There. He had just confessed it himself.
Satisfied, Qin Wuhua stepped back and calmly asked: "Good to hear you’re not sick. What did you get? Can you show me?"
Wu Ye seized the opportunity to change the subject. He pressed the button to claim his reward, and a plain and unremarkable ring appeared in his hand. Although the ring’s appearance was unimpressive, to Wu Ye, it was a legendary item—something he had only read about in novels. A must-have artifact for adventures, battles, and survival!
Excited, he slid the ring onto the middle finger of his left hand. The ring automatically adjusted its size to fit perfectly. The little incident from before was quickly forgotten as Wu Ye, brimming with enthusiasm, asked the system: "How do I use the space ring? Does it need blood to recognize its owner? Can it store living beings? Is there some treasure inside that can purify the body?"
The system mercilessly crushed his excitement: "Don’t get your hopes up too high. This is just an ordinary ring created with spatial overlay technology. It has an internal space of 27 cubic meters and supports up to 30 tons of load. It doesn’t require blood recognition. Simply attach a small amount of mental energy to the ring to activate it."
"27 cubic meters and 30 tons? That’s enough to carry an infinite number of things!" Wu Ye wasn’t the least bit discouraged by the system’s explanation. In fact, he was already imagining countless adorable nuclear crystals flying toward him as if they had wings.
Under the system’s guidance, Wu Ye spent quite some time learning how to use the space ring. Finally, he managed to attach his mental energy to the ring, allowing him to use it. To store items in the ring, he only needed to touch the ring to the desired object and use his mental energy to build a "bridge" between the external space and the ring’s internal space. Once Wu Ye marked the ring with his mental energy, it became exclusive: as long as his energy existed, no one else could use it.
Excited, Wu Ye began testing the ring with various items in the room: pillows, cups, a smart tablet, and other small objects were easily stored and retrieved. However, larger objects like the sofa, bed, and coffee table required much more effort. When he managed to store a king-size bed in the ring, his head started to ache as if pierced by needles. His previously flushed face turned pale, and his forehead was drenched in sweat.
"Are you okay?" Qin Wuhua asked gravely, holding Wu Ye from behind. His voice, cold and magnetic, clearly conveyed concern.
Wu Ye hadn’t realized that exhausting his mental energy would be so draining. His head felt like it was about to explode, and his whole body ached as if it had been run over multiple times. Still, he managed to murmur, "I’m fine." Qin Wuhua, sensing something was wrong, picked Wu Ye up in his arms and carried him to the next room, where he laid him on the bed and covered him with a thin blanket.
"Rest for a while. I’ll call Li Yuan to check on you," Qin Wuhua said seriously.
Wu Ye, still in intense pain, grabbed his arm and shook his head: "No need. It’s just mental exhaustion. Sleeping a bit will fix it."
Even so, Qin Wuhua didn’t seem convinced. He held Wu Ye’s hand and sat beside the bed, saying, "Alright. Then sleep—I’ll stay here to take care of you."
Unable to think clearly due to the pain, Wu Ye simply nodded and soon fell asleep. Qin Wuhua held his hand the entire night, and when he saw that Wu Ye was indeed okay, he relaxed. After a quick clean-up, he lay down beside Wu Ye and fell asleep with his clothes still on.
Wu Ye took three days to fully recover from the mental exhaustion.
Meanwhile, the duty-free store had already reopened. Ji Xiang, seemingly trying to avoid conflict with Wu Ye, expanded the store by one-third as an apology and goodwill gesture. However, due to the exorbitant increase in the prices of essential goods in Lan City and the autumn rains that reduced the income of zombie hunters, sales after the reopening were far below expectations.
Determined, Wu Ye ordered his subordinates to take the supplies brought from Qingmin County to be sold on the black market.
In the black market, where there were no price controls, Wu Ye ordered that not-so-rare items be sold at half price. This pricing still allowed buyers to resell them for a profit in Lan City's free trade zone. The strategy attracted many buyers, and within a few days, most of the supplies were sold, generating over 400,000 crystals for Wu Ye. For now, he had overcome his financial crisis.
As the situation in Lan City stabilized following the zombie crisis, the exchange rate between crystals and gold shifted from 1:10 to 1:5. Wu Ye used half of his earnings to buy gold, jewelry, and gemstones, and he also hung a sign in the duty-free store indicating he was purchasing antiques.
In times of war, gold prevails; in times of peace, antiques do. But now, in absolute chaos, items like ceramics and paintings were not only difficult to transport and store but also far from being a priority for most people. Their prices plummeted, and they often went entirely unsold.
After announcing his interest in buying antiques, Wu Ye began receiving a fair amount of items. Although Zeng Xin had limited skills in assessing their authenticity, he was an experienced negotiator. Whether genuine or fake, he always managed to buy them at extremely low prices. When Wu Ye saw Zeng purchase a legitimate Yuan Qinghua porcelain piece from an official workshop for just 10 red crystals, he felt completely confident in his partner.
A few days later, Yang Qi and the others, through various channels, managed to trade with Wu Ye for over 400 kilograms of gold, several high-quality jewels, jade, and gemstones, as well as a pile of antiques whose authenticity was hard to determine, occupying nearly half a room.
Since the gold primarily came in the form of necklaces, bracelets, rings, and other accessories, Wu Ye found it difficult to justify the origin of these items in the other world. Thus, he asked Professor Li to create a set of molds to melt all the gold into 1-kilogram bars. After the process, 400 gold bars were stacked against a wall, their golden luster bright enough to dazzle anyone’s eyes.
Having learned his lesson from last time, Wu Ye no longer dared to recklessly use his mental energy. He spent several days carefully storing these items in the space ring.
With everything ready, Wu Ye, before returning home, used the crystals he had to exchange for five doses of basic genetic repair solution, two physical enhancement pills, and a manual titled *"Basic Lightning Defense Technique."* This drastically reduced the points in his account to just four digits. After also trading for four vaccines, the remaining points were barely enough for a round-trip ticket.
Before leaving, he handed the manual and vaccines to Qin Wuhua. "This time, when I return home, I’ll try to get in touch with arms suppliers from Russia and handle a few matters there. I might take a bit longer to come back."
Now that he had the space ring, Wu Ye planned more ambitiously. In Lan City, the price of bullets had skyrocketed to 3 crystals per unit, an absurd amount both for local purchases and system trades. But if he could acquire ammunition from Russia in the other world, the profit margin would be enormous. Moreover, having a stable source of weapons and ammunition was crucial for quickly consolidating his position in Lan and enabling future development.
With such a useful space ring for smuggling, not utilizing it well would be a waste of luck.
Qin Wuhua nodded. "Be careful over there." Often, the dangers weren’t limited to the apocalyptic world.
"You too. During this time, lead the group in the hunting zones. If you find good talents, recruit them. When I unlock the third genetic chain, I’ll have 10 more loyalty talismans. Train these people so that when I return, we can head to Qingmin together."
"Understood."
Feeling he had given all the necessary instructions, Wu Ye opened the control panel and placed his finger on the portal button. Before pressing it, he glanced at Qin Wuhua, observing his serious and cold face. Something inexplicable filled his heart with melancholy. He pressed his lips together and said goodbye: "See you later."
Without warning, Qin Wuhua declared, "Ah Ye, I like you."
Wu Ye’s heart pounded like a drum. Surprised, he looked up, but before he could react, his vision blurred, and he was already home in the other world.
"What was that?!"
End of Chapter 51
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