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A blizzard had raged for ten days, with temperatures plummeting to below minus fifty degrees Celsius.
Yet, that wasn’t the most terrifying part. The impending disasters of rat plague, extreme heat, drought, acid rain, tornadoes, and other severe weather conditions would follow one after another, each one a veritable hell on earth.
Gu Pan was reborn seven days before all these calamities began. At this time, her Space was still with her, her husband was still alive, and she needed to hoard resources like crazy.
Food, clothing, shelter, transportation, medicine, weapons, electricity, and all other essentials of life—she had to stockpile enough for the next lifetime.
What? The ‘friend’ who had betrayed them in the previous life was also reborn? And they had hoarded a warehouse full of supplies, even more than them? No more nonsense, just take it all into her Space.
After the apocalypse began, she and her husband kicked off a spree of zero-cost acquisition.
In this life, they would take revenge on their enemies and settle all scores. Those who had hurt them would be repaid double.

Snowstorm: I'm Super Rich in the Apocalypse

The wedding ceremony took place in the living room of Cheng Yang's house.


Cheng Yang carried Fang Lanlan into the living room, where Squad Leader Fang and Lu Jianguo were seated in the main seats. The reason why Lu Jianguo was also in a principal position was partly due to his status, and partly due to his age and seniority.


The rest were seated on both sides. Meng Meng and Chen Lang were the best man and bridesmaid, though Meng Meng looked more like a flower girl. But given the limited number of people available, it had to suffice.


Chen Shaonan was chosen to host because, as a teacher, he was accustomed to speaking on stage, making him a natural fit for the role.


The script had been prepared in advance, and today Chen Shaonan was uncommonly nervous because such a wedding carried the hopes of many people and symbolized a very important meaning.


Chapter 392 Wedding