Chapter 3

Zhang's attitude was cold and distant, and both Fang and Lin noticed something was off. However, they mistakenly thought Zhang was some kind of hidden rich guy, so instead of getting angry at his attitude, they actually became more enthusiastic in approaching him. After all, rich people have a bit of an attitude, right? That's just "style"!

"Hey, Zhang, were you eating at that restaurant just now?" Lin asked casually, but with a glint of curiosity in her eyes. She slightly furrowed her brow. She knew this woman wasn't a good person, and she was in league with Fang. Both of them had once tricked him, and it had almost gotten him killed.

"Mm," Zhang replied coolly, then shoved his hands into his pockets and turned to head toward the supermarket. Fang and Lin immediately followed.

"Zhang, where are you going?" Fang asked with a gentle smile.

"To the supermarket," Zhang answered flatly, still sounding a little impatient. If he didn't need to make them feel the despair of the apocalypse, he would have killed them both right then and there.

"Oh, what a coincidence! We're also planning to buy some things. We can go together!" Fang said quickly, trying to act casual.

By now, Zhang had figured it out. They must have seen him eating at a Michelin-star restaurant and thought he was some invisible rich guy. That's why they suddenly started acting so friendly. He didn't want to deal with them and kept walking toward the supermarket, but the more aloof he acted, the more convinced Fang and Lin became that he was a rich kid.

The two women followed closely behind, and Fang even kept getting closer to him, occasionally brushing against him on purpose. Every time Zhang looked at her, she would quickly turn her head, blushing as if she were shy.

Zhang sneered inwardly: Wow, this woman can really act. If she went to Hollywood, she'd definitely win an Oscar for Best Actress.

Once they entered the supermarket, Zhang grabbed a shopping cart and began strolling down the aisles. Fang and Lin followed closely behind. Fang smiled and asked, "Zhang, were you dining with someone special just now?"

Zhang replied coldly, "I was eating alone. What's it to you?"

Fang's eyes lit up, and she quickly added, "Oh, I thought maybe you were dining with someone important, you know? The stuff there is pretty expensive."

Lin couldn't help but ask, "Zhang, don't you only make a little over 10,000 a month? That meal probably cost you half a year's salary!"

Fang shot Lin a sharp look, annoyed. Idiot, how could you ask something like that?

Realizing her mistake, Lin quickly corrected herself, laughing awkwardly, "Hahaha, I was just joking. We're all friends, money doesn't matter, right?"

Zhang didn't bother replying. He simply kept walking toward the food section. The moment his eyes fell on the shelves stacked with all kinds of products, it was like a treasure chest had opened in front of him. After all, in his previous life, he had eaten nothing but instant noodles for two days straight, so he had an insatiable craving for food.

Without hesitation, he started tossing food into his cart—ham sausages, instant noodles, self-heating hotpots, spices—anything and everything he could get his hands on. Fang and Lin just stared, dumbfounded.

"Zhang, why are you buying so much food? Planning to go camping or something?" Lin asked, confused.

"Mm," Zhang replied, offering no further explanation.

Lin whispered to Fang, "Do rich kids even go camping and buy these kinds of things?"

Fang was still unsure, but the memory of Zhang dining at the Michelin-star restaurant made her reluctant to give up on the idea that he might be a rich guy. So, she quickly walked up to him and said, "Need any help?"

Zhang smirked inwardly. Since they were offering to help, why not let them do the work? Plus, he had plans of his own. He needed to prepare for the coming apocalypse, and these women would soon regret underestimating him.

"Sure, you can help me push the carts," Zhang said with a slight smile, his eyes glinting mischievously.

Fang immediately nodded, and Lin also hurried off to grab another cart. Though they were both suspicious, they quickly became motivated again once they remembered Zhang's promise of a big dinner.

Zhang kept buying more and more food, including fresh meats, vegetables, fruits, and live fish. He was curious to see if his space could store perishable food as well.

Pushing the three overloaded shopping carts, Zhang directed Fang and Lin to push the ones full of canned goods and meat. The two women were already sweating and out of breath, but they kept pushing, still motivated by the promise of that "big meal."

"Zhang, are you really going to eat all this? Who's this for?" Fang whined. "Is there some event you didn't tell us about?"

Zhang coldly laughed. "You never know when disaster might strike. If the world ends tomorrow, what are we supposed to do? It's better to stock up while we can."

Fang paused for a moment, then laughed out loud. "Haha, you're just joking, right? You don't really believe the world's going to end. But, hey, since I helped you out today, you better treat me to a nice meal!"

Zhang's lips curled into a small smile. "Sure, next month."

Fang was delighted. "It's a deal!"

Lin immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, let's go together, haha!"

Even though both women were a little irritated inside, the promise of a lavish meal kept them motivated.

At the checkout, Zhang paid without blinking. The total was over 10,000. He didn't bat an eye. After all, in the apocalypse, this kind of stockpile could be worth ten times, even a hundred times more. Heck, it might even be priceless. In the end, money wouldn't matter when survival was the real currency.

Because Zhang bought so much, the supermarket had no issue lending him extra carts. He made full use of the two women as free labor, having them push the heavy carts back to his apartment. Of course, Zhang had his own car and could have easily driven everything home, but with free help available, why not make the most of it?

The two women, though clearly exhausted, perked up at the thought of that big meal Zhang promised. With that in mind, they pushed the carts back to the apartment, sweat dripping down their faces.