Chapter 4: Stockpiling Supplies! I Will Conquer the Apocalypse!

Only after kowtowing sixteen times did Benjamin finally let her go.

Emma struggled to her feet, grimacing in pain.

Blood seeped from her forehead, a sight that was both shocking and unsettling.

She glared at Benjamin with eyes that seemed capable of killing.

"Benjamin! Just you wait, I won't let this go!"

Benjamin looked at Emma calmly, somewhat surprised that she could still stand and threaten him after kowtowing sixteen times.

It seemed the lesson he had just given her wasn't enough.

Well then, he'd give her a bigger one.

He immediately listed a few names.

"Frank, Kingsley, Ethan, Brian…"

Each name he uttered felt like a heavy hammer, crushing Emma with every word.

Emma's body swayed violently, her face turning deathly pale.

Her pupils contracted sharply as she stared at Benjamin in fear and panic.

Suddenly…

Her knees buckled.

She knelt before Benjamin.

Seeing this, everyone was stunned, completely baffled.

Just moments ago, Emma had been glaring at Benjamin, vowing revenge.

How did a few names from Benjamin make her kneel?

For a moment, everyone was left in confusion.

Those who had considered calling the police for Emma put their phones down, quietly observing the drama.

Although Benjamin's actions were clearly intentional harm, the fact that Emma, the victim, was now begging for mercy made it pointless for anyone to intervene.

"I was wrong, I deserve this."

"Please, stop."

Emma lowered her head, pleading incessantly.

The humiliation of her submissive posture was unbearable.

But she had no choice.

Because!

The names Benjamin had just listed were the names of the wealthy men she had recently been seeing!

Benjamin must have known about her relationships with these men—and that she was seeing several of them at the same time!

If Benjamin exposed this, these men would all leave her!

She would be ruined!

Her chances of finding another wealthy partner would be slim.

Worse, she might face retaliation from these men and their powerful families.

The mere thought of the consequences made her tremble in fear!

"Weren't you just threatening revenge?"

Benjamin sneered coldly.

Fortunately, he had noticed the hidden clues in Emma's outfit, realizing that it had been bought by different wealthy heirs.

That's how he was able to list those names.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have had any leverage against Emma and would have been at her mercy.

"No more revenge, I was wrong, heh."

Emma forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

But the smile tugged at her wounds, causing her face to contort in pain.

"Keep today's events to yourself. Don't tell anyone. If you do, then…"

Benjamin didn't finish his sentence, but Emma understood perfectly and immediately assured him:

"I won't tell, I promise."

"Not even Mia."

Benjamin nodded with a commanding air and barked, "Get out."

Emma, as if granted a pardon, nodded like a whipped dog, scrambled to her feet, and stumbled toward the exit.

Near the door, she tripped and fell but quickly got up and ran away.

"I'm selling all eight gold bars."

Benjamin said to the manager.

The manager was momentarily stunned but quickly put on a professional smile. "That'll be 1.04million,sir.Areyousureyouwanttosell?""Yes,"Benjaminnodded."Verywell,pleasewaitamoment."Soon,1.04 million was deposited into Benjamin's bank account.

With the money in hand, Benjamin immediately left the gold shop.

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"Hello? Do you still have vegetables? I'll take all you've got!"

"Miss, when will the 1,000 pounds of greens I ordered arrive?"

"Bro, are the 100 pigs I ordered ready? When can you deliver them?"

"What? You still have beef and lamb? I'll take it all!"

"Buddy, don't forget to deliver the 500 bags of rice I ordered as soon as possible."

Benjamin stood in front of an old warehouse, frantically making calls to wholesalers, vegetable markets, and livestock farmers.

Soon, several large trucks arrived, fully loaded with supplies.

The truck drivers exchanged puzzled looks, clearly confused about what Benjamin was up to.

Benjamin handed each of them $100, effectively silencing their questions.

Once they unloaded and left, Benjamin's mind stirred, and the mountain of supplies vanished into his storage space.

More trucks arrived one after another, bringing in vast quantities of goods.

Just the food supplies—rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, fruits, vegetables, grains, meat, eggs, and milk—were enough to last him several lifetimes.

There were also pots, pans, medical supplies, clothing, bedding, electronics, generators…

Anything he could think of, he made sure to stockpile.

Seeing his storage space gradually fill up gave him a sense of security.

But he still felt it wasn't enough!

The apocalypse was only a month away.

This was a life-or-death crisis.

Only by stockpiling as much as possible could he ensure his survival and live comfortably during the apocalypse!

He needed to prepare even more thoroughly!

Suddenly, an idea struck him.

That's it!

Most of the food he had stockpiled wasn't ready to eat.

Although he had pots and pans to cook with, allowing him to prepare meals and drinks,

It would be enough to keep him fed, but he wanted to live well during the apocalypse.

He needed to stockpile some ready-made, delicious meals in his storage space.

That way, he could live more comfortably during the apocalypse.

And the hearty, affordable dishes from the ranch were perfect for him.

Using his hidden clues, he quickly found a cost-effective restaurant.

This place usually catered for banquets but also had a storefront.

He immediately contacted the restaurant, and after getting confirmation, he headed straight there.

As soon as he arrived, several people greeted him warmly.

He walked in briskly, and a chubby middle-aged man hurried out, panting.

This was the restaurant's owner.

"Benjamin, preparing 1,000 banquet tables will take us a month. Are you sure you want to order this many?"

The owner was both shocked and thrilled, recalling Benjamin's request over the phone.

1,000 banquet tables—this was a massive order!

Although their restaurant was popular,

A typical banquet usually had 10 to 20 tables, with larger events having 50 or 100 tables.

Plus, these banquets were often scheduled on specific dates, not every day.

On average, they'd have around 500 tables a month.

But Benjamin was ordering 5,000 tables at once!

That was equivalent to ten months' worth of business!

"Yes, but I'd like to see the place first."

Benjamin said calmly.

The owner swallowed hard and quickly led Benjamin on a tour.

After looking around, Benjamin felt reassured.

Through his hidden clues, he knew the restaurant met his expectations in terms of hygiene and quality.

The owner also seemed honest and reliable.

Benjamin made his decision: "Alright, I'll order 1,000 banquet tables from you."