Chapter 4 Fake Journalist
"My god, what a magical space!" Jiang Yan couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment as her gaze continued towards the white area.
She was actually standing on the edge of the white area, having only taken two steps inside when she quickly noticed it was different from the black soil area:
There was no wind here, and the temperature felt neither high nor low, making it very comfortable.
Not far from the grey area nearby, there was a faintly visible, semi-transparent vortex swirling with air currents.
At first glance, it looked just like a black hole from a sci-fi movie.
Next to the black hole, there was also a semi-transparent number: 0%.
With her extensive experience reading novels, some guesses began to form in her mind.
Actions speak louder than thoughts, Jiang Yan decided to test it out first.
First, she needed to confirm the method of entering and exiting the space.
She tried to think a command: "Out!"
Her entire body flashed out of the space and back into the study.
Then she thought again: "In!"
Her entire body instantly flashed back into the space.
The whole process was incredibly smooth.
"Store!"
She then tried to store the computer, the desk, and the bookshelf from the study.
Sure enough, the items from the study had disappeared and were automatically classified and placed in the grey area of the space.
The number there still displayed 0%, which seemed to signify the storage space occupancy percentage.
She thought again, and the laptop from the grey area appeared in her hand.
After testing for a while, Jiang Yan summed up a few points:
1. To store items in the space, they must be in contact with her body; however, if a bunch of items is tightly connected, she only needs to touch one of them.
2. Unless she had already made arrangements with her thoughts, the space would automatically classify and store items into the grey area.
3. The items stored in the grey area could be automatically compressed and folded. Although it looked the size of a third of a football field, it could actually store much more than she imagined;
In other words, she could buy endlessly without worrying about running out of space!
Additionally, she wondered if the fertile black soil in the space was suitable for planting?
She recalled how, just over half a month ago when she had gone abroad, the grass and greenery in the yard were fine, thanks to its automatic sprinkler system.
However, the rose in the corner of the living room had died due to lack of water.
She grabbed a small floral shovel from the utility room and collected the wilted rose pot into the space.
Then she took a box of vanilla ice cream from the fridge and poured a cup of hot water before entering the space again.
After placing the ice cream and hot water in the grey area, she carried the pot of roses to the black area.
She randomly chose a piece of black soil, dug it up, and planted a rose.
Unexpectedly, the rose, like it had been injected with several bags of nutrients, displayed a noticeable green hue on its wilted yellow leaves and sprouted green shoots.
The promising growth was truly miraculous!
So, the land was indeed viable for planting!
In the future, in the apocalypse where resources were scarce, she could easily manage fresh flowers and fruits!
Therefore, she must stock up on various seeds in her upcoming supplies.
Seedlings of vegetables and fruits as well!
Ten minutes later, the experimental feedback from the grey area arrived.
The ice cream and hot water, their state and temperature, had not changed at all!
So, just like those novels she read, it was time suspended!
Looking at it, the three zones of black, white, and grey in the space exactly corresponded to the planting, residence, and warehouse functionalities.
Great, with thirty billion yuan lying in the account and sufficient storage space, what was she waiting for?!
Jiang Yan felt like she had discovered a new continent, suddenly filled with the urge to rush out and go on a shopping spree.
"Ding-dong!" The doorbell at the front door rang again.
Just after she had placed an order for a hundred bottles of mineral water on pxx, she reluctantly exited the space.
Looking at the monitor, there was a man outside wearing a reporter's vest with a camera hanging around his neck.
In his hands, he was holding a big bunch of white chrysanthemums.
His intentions couldn't have been more obvious.
Jiang Yan had no interest in dealing with him and instead dialed the property management's on-call phone.
The residential area she lived in was quite upscale, with strong privacy for homeowners and decent security patrols.
Each villa was well spaced from its neighbors.
It was unclear how today they let a stranger in so easily without any security escort.
"Ding-dong!"
"Ding-dong!"
Seeing no response from inside the house, the man outside pressed the doorbell a couple more times vigorously.
"Miss Jiang, I'm your new neighbor! I just moved in yesterday, I know you are inside!" he said, then looked up at the outdoor camera, a sly gleam in his eyes as he shouted,
"Miss Jiang, I'm a reporter! If you don't come out, I'll have to post the photos of that pile of food you just ordered online! Just think, everyone in Anming City will wonder how Miss Jiang can eat so much takeaway knowing her mother has just died! Plus, I remember Miss Jiang is a big V with several million followers!"
Listening to his absurd words, Jiang Yan's brow furrowed slightly.
This man.
Bold and utterly shameless!
Not only insinuating that she was disrespecting the dead, but he even threatened her!
And seeing his shamelessly calm face, he was undoubtedly a habitual offender.
If this had been her past life, she might have considered his demands, even giving him a large sum of money to avoid further trouble.
But now, huh.
He was unlucky to have messed with her!
Jiang Yan had initially dialed the property management, but after hearing this, she quickly switched and called the sprite instead.
"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!" The curly-haired man continued to furiously press the doorbell.
"Jiang—" Before he could finish saying "Miss," the door creaked open.
A girl in a black tracksuit, wearing a black hat and mask, tall and exuding a youthful aura, appeared in the doorway.
Her otherwise bright and spirited almond-shaped eyes were now veiled with a thin layer of icy mist.
"Miss Jiang, I told you were inside, hehe."
The curly-haired man, seeing her as if he had found a patron, brightened up, then switched to a kinder expression and extended the bunch of chrysanthemums to Jiang Yan, "Miss Jiang, please accept my condolences."
"Is there something you need?" Jiang Yan eyed him coldly, not even lifting her hand.
The curly-haired man sheepishly smiled, holding the chrysanthemums back to his chest, and said,
"Well, Miss Jiang, I am a reporter from Anming News 3+3, knowing you were coming back to the country today, I sought an opportunity to interview you. Knowing it's hard to meet you, I specifically rented the house next door. I also know about your mother's death—"
He was cut off mid-sentence by Jiang Yan's icy interruption: "Could you please show your press identification?"
The curly-haired man was prepared; he set the chrysanthemums down and fished out a book with a red cover from his pocket.
Before he could flip it open, Jiang Yan had already snatched it away.