Mo Yuwan didn’t think there was anything wrong with the man’s reaction or suspicions—if she were in his shoes, she’d feel the same way.

She didn’t bother to explain, just looked at him calmly.

“Please name your price.”

The man still eyed the mother and daughter warily, but after thinking it over, he finally quoted a number.

“All right, if you want everything in the store, it would normally be 800,000 yuan. I’ll give you a discount—just 750,000.”

Although Mo Yuwan wanted to just hand over a million, if he couldn’t provide enough goods for her to store in her space, she might not be able to complete today’s task.

But she didn’t give up on the idea entirely.

“Boss, you must have some connections, right?”

“Could you also help us get some entrenching tools, multi-function knives, safety rope kits, that sort of thing?”

Hearing this, the man was clearly startled. He didn’t answer right away, but walked to the door, looked around, and only after closing the door did he turn back to her.

“Not to be nosy, but what does a young girl like you need all that for?”

Mo Yuwan didn’t really want to answer, but since things had gotten this far, she had to come up with something.

Without hesitation, she looked at the boss with a straight face and said, “Haven’t you heard about Japan dumping nuclear wastewater?”

“My family has inside information—their Zhen’guo Mountain is about to erupt. We’re a coastal city, and the tsunami is coming! Everyone’s getting ready to run. I’m just preparing for that.”

Hearing this, Mo Siying’s eyes went wide with disbelief.

If her mother was this shocked, the store owner was even more so—he actually looked a bit panicked.

“No way! I thought the news about Zhen’guo Mountain erupting was fake! So it was just delayed? Are your sources reliable? They’d tell you something like that?!”

Mo Yuwan nodded seriously. “Of course. They’re keeping it quiet to avoid panic. We have relatives on the inside! You should get ready too, but don’t say I told you.”

At this point, the man’s curiosity was gone—he looked at her and basically believed every word.

“Okay, okay! Thank you for telling me something so important, really! People like me would never get this kind of news. Don’t worry, I’ll get you everything you ordered, and I’ll throw in some extras too—don’t mind if it’s not much.”

Mo Yuwan glanced at her mother and gave her a playful wink.

Mo Siying was sweating with nerves—she never expected her daughter to explain things like this. She quickly handed her bank card to the boss, tugging at her daughter to interrupt the conversation.

“There’s a million in here. Just use it as needed.”

What she didn’t realize was that this only made the man believe the story even more—she looked exactly like a mother trying to cover for her child who’d said too much.

He didn’t say anything, just got back to business.

“All right. So, all this stuff…?”

He looked around at everything in the store, then peeked out at the small car the mother and daughter had driven over in, clearly wondering how they’d load it all up.

Mo Yuwan remained calm. She walked to the counter, picked up pen and paper, and wrote down an address.

“Please deliver everything here. Just leave it at the door and you can go.”

The man glanced at the note—it was a factory address he’d never heard of.

He didn’t think much of it, though. He was just a businessman; as long as he sold the goods, that was enough.

“All right, I’ll arrange it now. The first batch should arrive in about an hour and a half.”

He then said to the two of them, “Thank you for telling me such important news. Don’t blame her—I’ll keep my mouth shut!”

Mo Yuwan shook her head, discussed a few more details, and packed up some small items they’d need right away, lightening the delivery load a bit.

She then drove her mother straight to the address she’d written down.

Mo Siying was curious about the address, but she knew her daughter wouldn’t have given their home address at a time like this.

“Wanwan, where did you write down? We can’t have all that stuff delivered home, and we can’t let people notice us.”

Mo Yuwan patiently explained, “There’s an old factory behind our house that’s been abandoned for years. Hardly anyone goes there. I used to play there as a kid.”

Hearing this, Mo Siying remembered, “Right, it was a brick factory, with lots of bricks still inside.”

“Exactly. No people, no cameras—perfect for storing things, and no one will notice. Plus, we can take some bricks while we’re at it.”

“In my last life, after I left home, I had nowhere to go and hid there for a month. The place is full of rocks, the layout is complicated, and the smell is strong, so zombies don’t find it easily.”

Hearing how much her daughter had suffered, Mo Siying felt a pang of heartache and wanted to ask more, but knew time was tight and held back.

Instead, she cooperated, “You used to play there all the time. I even checked it out—the owner ran off with debts, and the buyer lives out of town, so no one touches the place. Only neighbors go there for bricks, or you kids go play.”

“I heard they wanted to redevelop it, but for some reason, it never happened.”

Hearing her mother’s explanation, Mo Yuwan felt even more confident.

If someone was managing the place, they couldn’t just take things, and her powers might be exposed.

She nodded. “Don’t worry, Mom. We’ll just open the gate. I know the warehouse is empty and safe. At most, someone might see the car go in.”

There was another reason she dared to be so bold.

After years of surviving the apocalypse, her senses were far sharper than most people’s. If anyone came within ten meters, she’d notice immediately.

In that world, everyone was forced to develop this skill.

To survive, you had to stay alert at all times.

When the car stopped in front of the familiar brick factory, Mo Yuwan took a deep breath.

Because it was a brick factory, the place had a strong smell—one she’d grown up with. That smell had given her time to grow and survive.

Now, smelling it again, she actually felt a little at ease.

She took out a tool she’d just bought and skillfully pried open the chain on the iron gate, swinging it open.

She drove in with her mother, found the warehouse she remembered from her previous life, and opened the door just as smoothly.

She turned to her mother. “Mom, go wait at the gate for the delivery. I’ll check for cameras or anything like that in here.”

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