021 Then I will do as you wish

Although Hua Mi had a lot of money, she had no interest in competing with the people of Xiang City for the scarce food supply. She decided to take advantage of the low prices of other items and stock up on those instead.

After all, with the onset of the apocalypse, any kind of supplies would become extremely valuable.

She stocked up on more sanitary pads for her periods so she wouldn't have to suffer through them with blood streaming down her legs.

Hua Mi rode up on a flatbed trolley and charged towards the mountain-high stack of sanitary pads.

Dragging the mountain-high stack of sanitary pads, she silently moved forward and quietly collected more pads into Level 4 storage.

The man who sold wire mesh yesterday did not appear again, but the temporary emergency center outside had more stalls than yesterday, and there were a lot more people.

She targeted a battery stall that sold various kinds of batteries like Nan X Battery, Mighty X Battery, Double X Battery... encompassing almost all battery brands available on the market.

And there were different types—Size 7, Size 5, button cells—all kinds of batteries were available.

At the sight of energy supplies, Hua Mi's eyes lit up and without hesitation, she bought piles of batteries.

Once again, she successfully monopolized the battery vendor's stall.

This time, Hua Mi wasn't in a hurry. She just parked her flatbed trolley behind the battery stall and sat down cross-legged. She took out a handful of children's Self-suction Filtering Particulate Respirators, a bunch of adult versions, and about a dozen bottles of ethanol from her large shoulder bag.

Thinking back to the last time she sold Breathing machines, business had been booming. She was sure it would be no different this time.

But just as she was secretly moving batteries and sanitary pads bit by bit towards Level 4 storage,

someone rushed up to her stall.

"How much for one of these Self-suction Filtering Particulate Respirators? I'll take them all."

Hua Mi was startled and hesitated while sitting on a small stool, raising three fingers,

"30 each."

"I'll take them all, and these bottles of ethanol too."

The customer quickly scanned to pay, sweeping away all the Self-suction Filtering Particulate Respirators and ethanol from Hua Mi's stall, including the children's Breathing machines.

After this person left, the neighboring stall owner whispered:

"Beauty, you sold those Breathing machines and ethanol too cheaply."

"Why?"

Hua Mi didn't really understand the market. Actually, these Self-suction Filtering Particulate Respirators cost only a few cents each in drugstores, and ethanol was a bit more expensive but only a few yuan per bottle.

Her price was many times over that.

The neighboring stall owner shook his head,

"You don't know, earthquakes are becoming more frequent. Those rescue teams have to sometimes dig into underground ruins, and require loads of Breathing machines."

"The emergency centers need ethanol daily for disinfection. With poor air quality, inhaling dust into the lungs complicates everything—not just for children, but for adults too."

With more ruins and the urban environment in chaos, when a tall building collapses nearby, its dust may linger for a long time.

Having a Self-suction Breathing machine would make things much more comfortable.

Hua Mi suddenly realized, last time the apocalypse came, it started with a snow disaster, followed by many freezing to death, casting a gloom over society.

Survival supplies became especially scarce, and law and order had long been overrun.

No one had thought these Self-suction Breathing machines would be that important.

Therefore, having gone through it once, Hua Mi didn't pay much attention to the finer details this time.

In front of the neighboring stall owner, she casually pulled out more handfuls of Breathing machines from her large shoulder bag and tossed them onto the stall,

"No worries, I still have plenty of them. I'll stick with this price."

Then she took out a piece of cardboard and wrote:

[Self-suction Filtering Particulate Respirator, 30 yuan each, limit one per person]

The neighboring stall owner wanted to buy several more of Hua Mi's Breathing machines, but seeing the limitation sign, he exclaimed disapprovingly,

"You're quite the strange one."

"Strange, huh?"

Hua Mi smirked as she stuffed several handfuls of batteries into her oversized bag and said cheerfully,

"Originally, I was unaware, but now that I know, having one for each person is quite nice. Everyone gets to have one; I call it sharing the fortune equally."

The stall owner nodded, reaching out a hand to Hua Mi,

"Alright then, you're a righteous one. Let's get acquainted, my name is Chi Chuan, people on the streets call me 'Young Broker.'"

Chi Chuan felt that Hua Mi was a person worth befriending.

Hua Mi, always straightforward, extended her hand and shook hands with Chi Chuan,

"My name's Hua Mi, people on the streets call me 'Sister Hao'!"

As she casually chatted with Chi Chuan, a sharp glint flashed in the corner of her eye, spotting Fang Xin in the bustling crowd opposite them, busy taking photos of her with a phone.

Hua Mi, still smiling at Chi Chuan,

"I've got something to handle, can you watch the stall for me?"

With that, Hua Mi stood up and walked briskly towards Fang Xin across the way.

Perhaps still hurting from the last time Hua Mi thumped her, Fang Xin immediately turned and ran upon seeing Hua Mi approach.

However, she hadn't gone far when Hua Mi grabbed her by the back of her collar.

Fang Xin quickly turned around and pleaded,

"Sister, sister, please don't hit me, please no more."

Her voice was so loud that it made everyone nearby stop in their tracks and turn to look at Hua Mi.

But Hua Mi hadn't even started hitting her yet.

"Sister, I beg you, please don't beat me. I know you're upset, but you can't take it out on me, sister~~~"

Hearing Fang Xin's cries, onlookers shot puzzled looks their way.

It seemed to be a case of sisterly violence, with an elder sister ready to publicly thrash her younger sister just because she was in a bad mood.

Hua Mi let out a cold chuckle,

"So you're saying I hit you?"

She clenched her fist and punched Fang Xin in the stomach, her voice icy,

"Then I'll grant your wish."

"Ah~~~ Help~~~"

Fang Xin had never been hit like this before; she doubled over, feeling as if all her internal organs were being jumbled together by Hua Mi's punch.

Tears streamed down her face.

A bystander, feeling sorry for Fang Xin, rebuked Hua Mi,

"Hey? Why are you hitting her?"

Living in a civilized society, it was unusual to see two beautiful women fighting in the street, let alone dogs.

Holding Fang Xin by the back of her collar, Hua Mi smiled at the people opposite and said:

"So I hit her, what about it?"

Before her words had even faded, Hua Mi gave Fang Xin, weak as a chicken, a shake,

"My little sister here, so disappointing. Young and already eloping with a man, causing our whole family such distress. Hey, sis, don't you know there are so many bad people out there? You're naive; better come back home with me."

Between sentences, she delivered several more punches to Fang Xin's stomach.

The blows caused weak Fang Xin to continuously heave, unable to speak.