Chapter 27
In the book, the female characters were driven by jealousy and the male characters by greed. It wouldn’t earn the label of a “dog blood” drama without a heavy dose of dramatic conflict, and villains were abundant, each consumed by their own selfish ambitions, plotting and scheming at every turn.
Now, however, the book’s plot points feel like a bothersome distraction, especially now that I’ve transmigrated into this chaotic world.
Anyway, my loyal workers will deal with any obstacles in my path. My only concern is taking care of the little one and forging a path forward, surviving the upcoming apocalypse.
“Hello Miss Mi, welcome. I am Manager Feng,” a middle-aged man with meticulously slicked-back hair and a practiced, slightly strained smile, greeted me. He was wearing a tailored suit, likely custom-made, that accentuated his slim but not overly tall frame.
“Hello, Manager Feng, are the materials ready for transport?” I asked in a friendly tone, keeping it professional but not inviting familiarity, aware that some men might misinterpret kindness as a sign of something more.
“Yes Miss Mi, every item on the list has been carefully packed and secured in the transporters, ready for immediate dispatch,” he replied respectfully, his demeanor making me feel a degree of satisfaction; it was a sign I was on the right track.
“Alright, the remaining funds have been successfully transferred electronically. Once I’ve personally inspected the materials and confirmed their quality, a generous bonus will be authorized. Consider it a reward for exceptional efficiency and discretion,” I said, subtly gesturing to Curren, my most trusted aide, to step forward. He gave a slight, almost imperceptible dip of his head in acknowledgement and strode away, his footsteps silent on the polished floor. He will lead the convoy of transporters filled with the vital purchases to the old house. It can’t be helped, this house needs to be rebuilt so it can be easily moved and the materials must be able to withstand flooding and even the temperature of extreme cold and heat, a fortress against the apocalypse.
I gave a curt nod of dismissal to the manager and walked away, leaving Rekuren to finalize the details and paperwork. “Miss Mi, thank you for your generous patronage,” Manager Feng called out, his voice filled with gratitude. The automated doors slid closed smoothly as I slipped into the waiting vehicle, a sleek, armored SUV. The door was closed and the journey continued, now leaving me alone behind the vehicle.
I glanced at the baby nestled in his car seat beside me. He stirred slightly, his little lips twitching, then settled back into a peaceful sleep. About two hours later, the car began to slow down, the smooth deceleration indicating another pre-planned stop. Blinking to clear the sleep from my eyes, I looked at my little one and decided it was time for his feeding. I would breastfeed him this time to strengthen our bond.
“Miss Mi, we have arrived at the designated location for livestock collection,” Rekuren announced, his voice clear and professional through the intercom system.
“Understood. Maintain strict vigilance and proceed with the transfer with utmost caution,” I replied, returning my focus to the precious bundle in my arms.
The transfer of the livestock, a carefully selected group of hardy breeds, was completed swiftly and without incident, thanks to Rekuren’s meticulous planning and the professionalism of the security team.
Back in the vehicle, I settled back into my seat, feeling a sense of accomplishment. The baby remained asleep in my arms, his small body warm and comforting. The journey continued, the kilometers melting away as we headed towards our destination.
I thought about the other necessary things such as medicine, antibiotics and antiviral drugs, clothes, durable work clothes and sturdy boots, shoes, dry goods, rice, beans, flour, the essentials for survival.
I lamented that I did not have a space, a pocket dimension to store everything.
Actually, what will also be good is to collect the dirt after digging the foundation on the pretext that I was repairing the house and changing things a bit, fertile soil is worth more than gold.
With the old house being so old it was called a historical building so I can only change it subtly a bit.
Sigh, suddenly being proud of having such an old background is not something to be happy about because it only seemed to hinder me, preserving history while preparing for the end of the world.
Ugh, anyway, I will need dirt and also collect some seeds for planting, heirloom varieties that can withstand harsh conditions.
Then there is making sure the soil was fertile and of good quality, which would require less maintenance and allow the plants to grow well and yield enough.
I scraped my brain for some things, remembering that when I wrote this book I added one or two golden fingers, plot devices I now had the chance to exploit.
The thing is, should I take them away?
Shaking my head, I decided to search for some other things and maybe one or two people who were down and out who were actual geniuses, hidden talents waiting to be discovered.
Sigh, it would be so good to pick up a spatial ring bracelet or necklace, a cheat code for survival.
I silently lamented, working hard is so stressful!
Come to think of it, a few people will be able to secure resources by establishing a safe zone.
Just to follow the trend, people with abilities will appear.
I remember when travelling for three days I needed one pair of shoes all in different colors, and fifteen sets of clothes with twenty different underwear.
It was sad thinking about it now especially when I might get bored of what I am wearing but cannot change because no materials are available, practicality trumps fashion in the apocalypse.
Taking out my phone I decided to type in some extra commands, additional resources to acquire.
It would be good to find two people who knew how to make all sorts of clothes in advance and later pick them up by the way, skilled tailors and seamstresses who could create durable clothing from scratch.
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