Booking 500 banquet tables at a five-star hotel.

Zhang Yi and two others were pushing three large carts of supplies back to the neighborhood. Along the way, many neighbors witnessed this scene and couldn't help but start gossiping.

Zhang Yi didn't care anymore if people noticed his hoarding. After all, these two old tea acquaintances knew about his shopping spree, and it was impossible to keep the news hidden. If he only wanted to survive, he could easily sell off all his assets and run to some desolate place to build an impenetrable fortress. But then how would he exact revenge on the neighbors who had torn him apart in the previous life? Unless he wiped out those people, Zhang Yi's heartache would never disappear. So, one of his end-of-the-world plans was to stay in this neighborhood and retaliate against all those who owed him in another cruel way! Of course, the prerequisite for this plan was that the security company had the ability to build an impregnable shelter for him. Otherwise, he still had to make second-hand preparations, which was to build an underground shelter in a desolate place.

Zhang Yi looked at the surrounding neighbors, who were gossiping cheerfully about the purpose of his purchasing so many supplies. He could even envision the scene when these neighbors would try to rush into his house to loot during the apocalypse. He had experienced all of this firsthand. However, he was not afraid because this time around, he would be prepared in advance. He would make sure those people could see but couldn't touch, leaving them seething with frustration.

Zhang Yi and Fang Yuqing lived in an apartment building. Since Zhang Yi managed the warehouse at Walmart, neighbors often asked him to help buy discounted items. Therefore, everyone knew Zhang Yi.

Seeing Zhang Yi and his companions returning with so many goods, a grandma who was out with her grandson approached. She looked at the food and fresh beef and mutton in the cart and felt tempted.

"Xiao Zhang, why did you bring back so many things? Did you get them from the warehouse?" she asked.

"You won't use all of these. Why don't you share some with the neighbors?" This was Auntie Lin, who worked in the neighborhood committee. She often wielded her little power in the community and liked to boss around the neighbors, acting as if she were a leader. In the past, she often asked Zhang Yi to buy cheap discounted goods for her, showing her tendency to take advantage of others.

In the previous life, she also pestered Zhang Yi for some food. But when all the neighbors rushed to Zhang Yi's house to loot, not only did she not stop them, but she also showed more vigor than the younger ones.

Fang Yuqing and Lin Cainin didn't want to provoke this woman, so they quickly said, "These things were all bought by Zhang Yi. We're just helping him bring them back."Auntie Lin's eyes immediately turned to Zhang Yi, and she smiled, saying, "Xiao Zhang, it looks like these are from your warehouse. How about sharing some with Auntie Lin?"

As she spoke, her grandson, Little Tiger, had already climbed onto one of the carts and reached out to grab a box of chocolates. Despite his young age, his eyes were quite cunning. That box of imported chocolates sold for over two hundred in the supermarket.

Without hesitation, Zhang Yi snatched the items back. Then he coldly said to Auntie Lin, "Sorry, I'm keeping these for myself to eat!"

Since doomsday was imminent, he couldn't be bothered with pleasantries anymore.

Auntie Lin's face suddenly changed, "You..."

Zhang Yi's refusal to give face to this neighborhood leader angered her greatly. Especially when her grandson, Little Tiger, was pulled away by Zhang Yi, he cried and demanded the chocolates even more fiercely. He even pointed at Zhang Yi, his face contorted with disgust, and yelled, "You villain! Give me back the chocolates, or I'll beat you to death!"

Zhang Yi looked at him coldly and said in a low voice, "Say that again, and I'll slap you!"

Little Tiger was frightened by Zhang Yi's words and burst into tears, sitting on the ground, throwing a tantrum.

Auntie Lin hurried to comfort her grandson, then angrily reprimanded Zhang Yi, "How can you, an adult, argue with a child? It's just a box of chocolates! Give it to the child to eat, what's wrong with that? Or else, give him the chocolates! Consider it purchased by me, and I'll pay you back later. Don't accuse me of taking advantage of you!"

But Zhang Yi just sneered. Nowadays, with mobile payments, paying back was extremely convenient. Her promise to pay later was obviously an attempt to dodge payment.

"I told you, these are for me to eat. If you want some, go buy your own at the supermarket!"

With a cold laugh, Zhang Yi beckoned to Fang Yuqing and Lin Cainin, then walked away.As soon as they left, Auntie Lin's loud curses followed behind them, but Zhang Yi paid no attention.

Auntie Lin's son and daughter-in-law worked outside, leaving her alone at home to take care of her grandson. Normally, the old lady only bought groceries for a day, so their household supplies were the first to run out when doomsday arrived. Initially, Zhang Yi had softened and helped them, but this time around, without Zhang Yi's assistance, it was a miracle if this unethical old lady and her mischievous grandson, Little Tiger, could survive for even ten days.

Zhang Yi didn't want to deal with corpses. It wasn't that he was heartless, but once that day arrived, everyone was focused on their own survival, and the lives of others naturally came second.

After pushing the three carts of supplies back home, Zhang Yi asked them to leave.

"Don't forget to treat us!" Fang Yuqing teased, winking at Zhang Yi playfully.

However, when Zhang Yi saw this, he felt nauseated. He gave a perfunctory response. The two women had originally planned to stay and find some clues about Zhang Yi's hidden wealth, but seeing that Zhang Yi seemed uninterested in entertaining them, they had no choice but to leave first.

After they left, Zhang Yi opened his dimensional space and stored away all the items. He planned to observe if there would be any changes in the items stored in the space.

After finishing these tasks, it was already late. Zhang Yi didn't rush to rest but took out pen and paper to carefully plan out the preparations for the next month. Although he was usually lazy, when it came to surviving, people could always unleash their potential.

"To live comfortably during doomsday, the first thing is to solve the food problem, which is easily manageable."

"Except for the things I buy regularly, everything else can be taken from the warehouse. But this can't be rushed; thorough investigation is necessary."

"And it's better to collect supplies a few days before doomsday to avoid attracting attention. If caught, there's no way one could survive in detention for long."

Zhang Yi wrote down "Food" on the notebook and ticked it off.

"Next is heating."

"After doomsday, energy supply will be extremely scarce, and air conditioning will soon become unusable."

"So, the simplest method must be used. A fireplace is the first choice!"

The principles of a fireplace and a heated bed are similar, both using primitive methods for heating. In Europe, where temperatures drop very low in winter, people use these methods to survive the harsh winters.

"In that case, the house needs to be renovated, preferably with added insulation layers."

When it came to renovations, Zhang Yi thought of the intrusion into his family's home in a past life, and couldn't help but feel a tightening in his chest.

"I still need to turn my home into an impregnable fortress," he thought.

"First, we need to install thick steel plates or alloy materials all around, at least capable of withstanding ordinary explosives."

After doomsday arrives, people would resort to anything for survival, so thorough preparation was a must. One couldn't joke about their own safety; Zhang Yi had already tasted the bitterness of death once and had no desire for a repeat experience.

The issue of a safe house was easily solvable. Tianhai City had security companies specialized in providing protection for the elite, some of which offered services for constructing secure residences. Zhang Yi recalled from his past life seeing news about a top-tier billionaire abroad who had built a super fortress, capable of withstanding attacks even from small arms.

"Next, pharmaceuticals. I must ensure I don't fall ill without treatment."

"Walmart's warehouses stock many common drugs for treating minor illnesses like colds and fevers. But that's far from enough."

The Cambrian Storm could last for decades; I need to be fully prepared."

Fortunately, Zhang Yi had a good network in Tianhai City. Being involved in warehouse management, he knew some staff at hospital warehouses. As long as he could offer enough money, he could obtain any medication he needed.

With these issues resolved, Zhang Yi tapped his pen on the notebook in his hand.

"Next, there's one last problem to solve."

His gaze sharpened.

"That's weapons!"

As doomsday arrives and humanity loses its morality, battles for resources erupt everywhere. Lives are as expendable as grass; to survive, one must possess sufficient firepower.Zhang Yi wasn't a skilled fighter, but even the most skilled martial artist would fear a kitchen knife. As long as the weapons he prepared were strong enough, he didn't have to worry about such issues.

"Machetes, crowbars, and axes are easy to acquire."

"Bows, crossbows, and compound bows also have channels."

"But the most powerful, of course, is the American katana. This thing can only be obtained through the black market in China."

"Going abroad to get it? Not realistic either. It's unfamiliar territory out there, and it would take many days for a round trip. I don't have a foreign firearms permit, nor can I go to a weapons store to buy."

Zhang Yi rubbed his chin; this problem wasn't solvable for now. But he still had a month, and as long as he was willing to spend money, he should be able to find a solution.

He spent three hours devising a perfect plan before happily taking a hot shower and then laying down on his comfortable bed to sleep.

The next morning, Zhang Yi got up from bed. He hadn't slept well that night; he woke up several times from nightmares. Waking up and finding himself still lying on his warm and comfortable bed at home, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The period of doomsday had caused immense damage to his psyche. To avoid falling into the same trap again, Zhang Yi was more determined than ever to make absolutely sure he was prepared!

After getting up, Zhang Yi made himself breakfast. Then he opened the dimensional space to check the changes in the items he had thrown inside.

To his delight, the meat, fruits, and vegetables he had placed there overnight showed no signs of change at all. Meat might not show much change in a short time, but fruits and vegetables often lose their freshness overnight. However, after being placed in the dimensional space, they remained as fresh as when he bought them yesterday.

"My dimensional space exists independently of this world; perhaps the rules of time change differently there."

"It's possible that time flows slower, or even stands still. This is great news!"

"In that case, I can put all kinds of things in there without any worries."

However, when Zhang Yi checked the fish he had put in, he found that they were all dead. Despite being dead, they still looked vivid, and there was no sign of decay.

Rubbing his chin, Zhang Yi understood some rules of using the dimensional space.

"Living things can't be put in, or even if they are, they can't survive for long. It seems like my idea of moving in myself isn't very practical."

But that wasn't a big problem; the dimensional space was just a vast expanse of white, nowhere near as comfortable as Zhang Yi's own home. As long as he could put things in it, it was good enough.

With that in mind, Zhang Yi's mind was filled with many things.Zhang Yi wasn't a skilled fighter, but even the most skilled martial artist would fear a kitchen knife. As long as the weapons he prepared were strong enough, he didn't have to worry about such issues.

"Machetes, crowbars, and axes are easy to acquire."

"Bows, crossbows, and compound bows also have channels."

"But the most powerful, of course, is the American katana. This thing can only be obtained through the black market in China."

"Going abroad to get it? Not realistic either. It's unfamiliar territory out there, and it would take many days for a round trip. I don't have a foreign firearms permit, nor can I go to a weapons store to buy."

Zhang Yi rubbed his chin; this problem wasn't solvable for now. But he still had a month, and as long as he was willing to spend money, he should be able to find a solution.

He spent three hours devising a perfect plan before happily taking a hot shower and then laying down on his comfortable bed to sleep.

The next morning, Zhang Yi got up from bed. He hadn't slept well that night; he woke up several times from nightmares. Waking up and finding himself still lying on his warm and comfortable bed at home, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The period of doomsday had caused immense damage to his psyche. To avoid falling into the same trap again, Zhang Yi was more determined than ever to make absolutely sure he was prepared!

After getting up, Zhang Yi made himself breakfast. Then he opened the dimensional space to check the changes in the items he had thrown inside.

To his delight, the meat, fruits, and vegetables he had placed there overnight showed no signs of change at all. Meat might not show much change in a short time, but fruits and vegetables often lose their freshness overnight. However, after being placed in the dimensional space, they remained as fresh as when he bought them yesterday.

"My dimensional space exists independently of this world; perhaps the rules of time change differently there."

"It's possible that time flows slower, or even stands still. This is great news!"

"In that case, I can put all kinds of things in there without any worries."

However, when Zhang Yi checked the fish he had put in, he found that they were all dead. Despite being dead, they still looked vivid, and there was no sign of decay.

Rubbing his chin, Zhang Yi understood some rules of using the dimensional space.

"Living things can't be put in, or even if they are, they can't survive for long. It seems like my idea of moving in myself isn't very practical."

But that wasn't a big problem; the dimensional space was just a vast expanse of white, nowhere near as comfortable as Zhang Yi's own home. As long as he could put things in it, it was good enough.

With that in mind, Zhang Yi's mind was filled with many things.Zhang Yi wasn't a skilled fighter, but even the most skilled martial artist would fear a kitchen knife. As long as the weapons he prepared were strong enough, he didn't have to worry about such issues.

"Machetes, crowbars, and axes are easy to acquire."

"Bows, crossbows, and compound bows also have channels."

"But the most powerful, of course, is the American katana. This thing can only be obtained through the black market in China."

"Going abroad to get it? Not realistic either. It's unfamiliar territory out there, and it would take many days for a round trip. I don't have a foreign firearms permit, nor can I go to a weapons store to buy."

Zhang Yi rubbed his chin; this problem wasn't solvable for now. But he still had a month, and as long as he was willing to spend money, he should be able to find a solution.

He spent three hours devising a perfect plan before happily taking a hot shower and then laying down on his comfortable bed to sleep.

The next morning, Zhang Yi got up from bed. He hadn't slept well that night; he woke up several times from nightmares. Waking up and finding himself still lying on his warm and comfortable bed at home, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The period of doomsday had caused immense damage to his psyche. To avoid falling into the same trap again, Zhang Yi was more determined than ever to make absolutely sure he was prepared!

After getting up, Zhang Yi made himself breakfast. Then he opened the dimensional space to check the changes in the items he had thrown inside.

To his delight, the meat, fruits, and vegetables he had placed there overnight showed no signs of change at all. Meat might not show much change in a short time, but fruits and vegetables often lose their freshness overnight. However, after being placed in the dimensional space, they remained as fresh as when he bought them yesterday.

"My dimensional space exists independently of this world; perhaps the rules of time change differently there."

"It's possible that time flows slower, or even stands still. This is great news!"

"In that case, I can put all kinds of things in there without any worries."

However, when Zhang Yi checked the fish he had put in, he found that they were all dead. Despite being dead, they still looked vivid, and there was no sign of decay.

Rubbing his chin, Zhang Yi understood some rules of using the dimensional space.

"Living things can't be put in, or even if they are, they can't survive for long. It seems like my idea of moving in myself isn't very practical."

But that wasn't a big problem; the dimensional space was just a vast expanse of white, nowhere near as comfortable as Zhang Yi's own home. As long as he could put things in it, it was good enough.

With that in mind, Zhang Yi's mind was filled with many things.Since fresh meat, vegetables, and fruits can be preserved, what about prepared meals?

Although Zhang Yi can cook himself, there is still a considerable gap compared to professional chefs. Relying solely on himself to cook, he would eventually become tired of it.

So, Zhang Yi immediately called the largest five-star hotel in Tianhai City—Hongfu Tianxia. This hotel also offers takeout services, and their food is top-notch, which Zhang Yi loves.

"Hello, this is Hongfu Tianxia Hotel. How may I assist you?" the person on the phone asked.

Zhang Yi immediately said, "I'm hosting guests at home and planning to have a three-day-three-night banquet. So, I need to reserve 500 tables of food!"

The person on the other end of the line was also surprised. 500 tables of food would take quite some time to prepare. Moreover, as a five-star hotel, even the cheapest banquet table would cost three to four thousand. With 500 tables, that would be over a million!

The server didn't dare to make decisions on their own and quickly said, "Please wait a moment; let me consult with our manager."

After a while, another person took over the phone. "Hello, sir. I'm Chen Dingfang, the manager of Hongfu Hotel. May I know your name?"