Chapter 6: Fortress of Steel! Maximum Security!

The warm sunlight bathed the gray-black concrete ground, and a cool breeze swept by, carrying fallen leaves with it.

Benjamin, who was "burdened" with nearly ten million dollars in loans, looked relaxed and content, his mood light.

The loan shark, "taking pity on him," had lent him five million dollars at an exorbitant interest rate, requiring him to repay one million dollars each month starting next month, for a year.

The interest rate was practically daylight robbery.

But since he had no intention of repaying even the principal, the high interest didn't matter.

What mattered now was the construction of his shelter.

Although the deed to his old house was pledged to the loan shark, it didn't affect his ability to live in or use the property.

Moreover, the old house was quite spacious.

Turning it into a shelter was the perfect choice.

If conditions allowed, he could also rent a few nearby properties to create lower-tier shelters and hire bodyguards to live there, providing him with protection.

With a team of bodyguards, he could live more comfortably during the apocalypse.

After all, no matter how well his shelter was built, he couldn't stay inside forever.

And when he did venture out, having bodyguards escort him would be the safest option.

Soon, he arrived at a construction company.

This was a company that catered exclusively to the wealthy.

With a top-tier construction team and premium building materials, they provided professional, high-end custom services for the rich.

William, the youngest son of the province's richest man, fearing the apocalypse, had spent a fortune with this company to build a shelter and stockpile food and supplies.

If Benjamin hadn't looked into William's background and seen the hidden prompts, he might have thought William was also a reincarnator.

As soon as he walked in, a blonde, blue-eyed woman approached him and said, "Welcome, sir. How may I assist you?"

"I need a shelter."

Benjamin pulled out a blueprint.

"This way, sir."

The blonde woman glanced at the blueprint and politely gestured for him to follow.

Led by her, Benjamin walked through a long corridor and soon arrived at an extremely luxurious meeting room.

The room was spacious, exuding an air of sophistication and wealth in every detail.

After being served some expensive fruits and pastries by the blonde woman, a middle-aged man in a suit walked in.

"Sir, I'm Noah, the general manager of this construction company. I've reviewed your blueprint and confirmed that we can build the shelter you want."

Noah looked at Benjamin with a serious expression, his tone sincere and respectful.

Spending a fortune to build a shelter might seem like a waste of money to ordinary people.

But for the wealthy, it was a necessity.

The richer you are, the more you value your life.

To survive, the wealthy spend heavily on health maintenance, hire top-tier bodyguard teams, and, of course, invest in their residences.

Many wealthy individuals turn to top construction companies, using the finest materials to build luxurious homes, thereby mitigating potential risks.

These risks include extreme weather, earthquakes, fires, and even man-made disasters.

Building a shelter at great expense wasn't unusual for them.

Of course, for Noah, this was still a big order.

"Considering your focus on insulation, defense, and self-sufficiency in water and electricity, we can use the best insulating and temperature-regulating materials to ensure the interior remains comfortable even in sub-zero temperatures."

"For defense, we can also provide the best. This is our company's independently developed monitoring and early warning system, and these are the top-tier building materials we've sourced…"

"And for the underground shelter, our idea is…"

As expected of a top-tier construction company, their capabilities were impressive.

Following Noah's plan, the shelter would be flawless, with no weaknesses.

It would be a true fortress, capable of withstanding any disaster!

"That works, but I can only give you one month."

"Cough…"

Noah looked at Benjamin in disbelief, his heart racing.

It was true that the wealthy valued their lives.

But was there really a need to rush building a shelter like this?

Could it be that Benjamin was in some kind of danger, prompting him to spend 500 million dollars to build a shelter?

After a moment of thought, Noah replied:

"One month is a bit tight, but we can manage it."

"The top-tier version will cost 500 million dollars. I suggest you consider another option with slightly lower security but only costing 100 million dollars. Think it over, and once you've decided, please pay a 10% deposit. The remaining payment will be due upon completion."

Hearing this, Benjamin didn't hesitate. "I'll take the top-tier version."

"But my cash flow isn't great right now. I can only pay 10 million dollars as a deposit today. I'll give you the rest tomorrow. If I don't pay the remaining deposit, you can stop the construction."

Although Benjamin only had a little over 10 million dollars on hand.

Faced with a 50 million dollar deposit, he wasn't worried.

He was confident he could earn 40 million dollars in a single day!

As for why he was still taking out online loans despite having such easy access to money?

That was a no-brainer—free money was free money!

"Alright… deal."

Noah hesitated for a few seconds but eventually agreed.

After all, this was a top-tier construction company, serving a wealthy clientele. They had a strong background and extensive connections.

A company of this scale wasn't afraid of defaults.

Moreover, while the wealthy were indeed rich.

Having wealth was one thing; having liquid cash was another.

Some people had billions in assets but only a few million or tens of millions in cash.

Benjamin not being able to pay 50 million dollars upfront sounded a bit unusual, but it wasn't entirely unacceptable.

Noah immediately began detailed discussions with Benjamin, finalizing the construction plan. He then personally drove Benjamin to the old house in a Rolls-Royce.

The construction team followed closely behind.

Although the roads were rough in some places, the Rolls-Royce's performance was impeccable, and Benjamin felt no discomfort during the ride.

He leaned back comfortably, enjoying the luxury of the top-tier vehicle.

"Benjamin, we're here."

After what felt like a while, Noah called out to him.

Benjamin opened his eyes groggily, realizing he had dozed off.

They had now arrived at the entrance of the alley leading to the old house.

There was no parking space at the alley entrance, so the drivers parked the vehicles in a nearby open area.

Benjamin led Noah and the others into the old house.

The house, long uninhabited, looked particularly rundown.

But Benjamin stood in front of it, gazing nostalgically at the property that held so many childhood memories.

According to their construction plan, the old house would be demolished and rebuilt.

It would be transformed into a seven-story, 150-square-meter mega-shelter.

And, based on his vision, there might even be several underground levels added.

Every aspect would be executed to the highest standard.

By then, this place would become a true fortress of steel, an impregnable sanctuary for the apocalypse!