"No problem, three days, it will definitely be delivered to the designated location!"
The merchants in the entire market went crazy.
They didn't have such large quantities in their warehouses and immediately called all their contacts to get the goods.
After An Nuan finished with the staples and dried goods, she went to the condiment market and found a relatively good-looking middle-aged female boss.
She went in and saw that the place had quite a complete selection.
"Boss, peanut oil, rapeseed oil, camellia oil, olive oil, 10 tons of each. White sugar, rock sugar, brown rock sugar, 500 jin of each, and 1000 jin of brown sugar. My best friend needs to use them every month."
For the rest of all the condiments and dried goods, An Nuan ordered them by the box, 500 boxes of each.
But for edible salt, she asked for 50,000 boxes!
Salt and apples were two treasures in the apocalypse.
One was a necessity, the other a luxury.
They were more powerful than currency, not only capable of making people sell their lives but also driving them insane.
The iodized salt An Nuan prepared was for herself and Luoluo, while the rest was for social interactions.
The female boss was stunned.
She hastily called her husband, and after the two of them checked the list, two more傻子 (shǎzi - idiots) faces appeared.
The male boss kindly reminded her, "Sister, with so many things, you can open a supermarket!"
"Yes, I just want to open a supermarket!"
An Nuan casually brushed it off.
She looked at the prices on the list and transferred half the money to the boss's account, asking them to deliver it to her home within the specified time.
The couple didn't stop her.
After all, who would refuse money!
This order would allow them to buy a house in the city center next month.
After paying, An Nuan was about to move to another place when she accidentally saw pickles.
In the apocalypse, pickles were also treasures.
When steamed buns were spoiled and smelly, being able to have a bite of pickles was simply divine.
Although she didn't want to eat spoiled steamed buns, An Nuan cherished the days when she had pickles.
Driven by her fondness for pickles, An Nuan rushed in and started ordering.
Fermented bean curd, preserved mustard, pickled cowpeas, pickled radish were all An Nuan's favorites, 1000 boxes of each.
Soybean paste, 500 boxes; cooking paste, 1000 boxes; mixed rice paste, 1000 boxes.
An Nuan calculated: "Enough for cooking and eating with rice. What if I can't cook... Boss, where is the instant noodle section?"
The boss took out an electric tricycle and invited An Nuan to ride on it.
It took five minutes to take her to the snack area.
On the shelves, there were all sorts of instant noodles. Except for Lao Tan Suan Cai, she wanted all flavors and brands.
Spicy strips, chocolate, potato chips, sunflower seeds, fruit candies...
She ordered all the snacks within sight, but no compressed biscuits.
In her previous life, she was given half a compressed biscuit every two days. An Nuan's mind was filled with that taste, and she vowed never to touch them again in this life!
Then she bought out all the ice cream.
She loved the classic flavor of Chocola, ordered 200 boxes, and 300 boxes of old ice pops.
An Nuan died during the apocalypse last time. She didn't know if these things could last until the end of the apocalypse.
Luoluo eats so many snacks, so buying too few wouldn't do!
An Nuan thought: "Boss, add another three hundred boxes of each."
The bosses blinked, almost biting their tongues!
God, they had really met a god today!
An Nuan paid, glanced at her account balance, and frowned slightly.
"Why is there still so much!"
9.8 billion, how long would that take to use!
An Nuan was unhappy, very unhappy.
When buying fruit, her face was long, and when she saw apples, her face was almost black.
Apples were a luxury in the apocalypse, so she had to stock up!
But seeing them reminded An Nuan of fighting with others for half a rotten apple and having her cheekbones beaten badly.
The past was unbearable to recall.
This time, she wanted 1000 tons, and she would hit anyone she didn't like with an apple!
An Nuan called the boss: "1000 tons of apples."
"Pears, bananas, grapes, cantaloupe, oranges, winter dates, cherries, 1000 jin of each. Yellow peaches, 2000 jin; nectarines, 3000 jin; watermelons, 5 tons, sweet ones! After weighing the durians, remove the shells and give me 1000 jin of flesh. Tell me the cost for processing, and I'll pay you."
The shells were too troublesome, and she would have to shell them herself when she got them back, so it was better to have them processed and delivered.
After all, she had nothing but money!
It was a pity that there were no sugarcane this season, otherwise, she would have bought a thousand tons.
An Nuan was regretting it when the boss came over with a silly look on his face: "Sister, why do you want so much? You can't eat it all."
"I'm fattening myself up."
"Ah?"
The fruit store owner also looked at her with a dumbfounded expression.
An Nuan didn't have time to explain to the boss; no one would believe her anyway.
It was almost twelve o'clock, and An Nuan was tired and hungry.
It was still hot in the market.
Sweat rolled down her head, soaking her front and back.
"Meow~~"
Juanzi let out an unhappy meow.
"Okay, no more market browsing, let's go to the mall! It can be expensive, we have plenty of money!"
An Nuan drove to the mall.
She first ordered three servings of beef rice, almost eating herself sick, then with her stomach about to burst, she went to the tobacco and alcohol counter.
In the apocalypse, salt and apples were hard currency, while tobacco and alcohol were soft currency.
Sometimes, a carton of cigarettes could hire a team of mercenaries.
She didn't buy the cheap ones, only the expensive ones. She spent 32 million and bought out all the tobacco and alcohol in the mall, directly upgrading to SSSS VIP.
The mall CEO personally received her.
"Ms. An, we will arrange for the tobacco and alcohol to be delivered to your residence immediately. Do you still want to browse?"
"Yes, I want to buy clothes. Take me to the sports and outdoor equipment section first."
An Nuan didn't want skirts, as they were inconvenient for movement.
She also didn't want jeans, as they were too tight and inconvenient for movement.
She first bought 1000 pairs of sports pants, and then 1000 pairs of work pants, which were easy to move in and durable.
1000 jackets, 500 backpacks, 200 climbing ropes, 100 assorted outdoor equipment, 20 inflatable boats, and she didn't forget lithium batteries, buying five boxes.
In the apocalypse, action was fast, and shoes were also crucial.
High heels were useless and only looked good, while sports shoes were the way to go!
Luoluo's feet were the same size as hers, both size 38.
An Nuan first bought 100 pairs of air cushion shoes, then 100 pairs of Uggs, and 100 pairs of waterproof outdoor sports boots. Finally, she took two pairs of men's size 42 shoes of each type.
The two girls at home were easily targeted, so having some men's items would be safer.
Short down jackets, long down jackets, thermal underwear, wool pants, cashmere pants, thick cotton pants, various sizes and styles, regardless of gender, 1000 pieces of each.
Winter warmers, summer ice pads, and sun protection products, 1000 pieces of each.
She had clothes to wear, so she needed bedding too.
Summer bamboo mats were easy to get, but winter silk quilts, down quilts, and mink blankets were also a must. She bought 50 sets of each.