Chapter 200: Harvesting Items from the Warehouse (Seeking Monthly Votes)

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“Oh, it's logged in. Then what?” Shi Jiujiu asked, while the livestream exploded into a frenzy as he suddenly disappeared from view.

Jing Shu took the phone, began editing the livestream recordings into a video, added live comments, and included a catchy title.

“Shocking! Hero Returns but Forced to Seize Another’s Nest!”

“Astonishing! Shark Submarine Savior of a Thousand Lives Arrested for Home Invasion!”

“Incredible! Wucheng Officer Upholds the Law! Let’s Make Him Trend!”

“Is it moral decay or the distortion of humanity? Shi Jiujiu brutally treated for exposing the truth! Is there truly no law in the apocalypse?”

An engaging title determines how many people will pay attention to the matter. The enraging content decides how much it resonates with people. The first person to express an opinion steers the direction of the event—both are indispensable.

Jing Shu created several more secondary accounts, began tagging various relevant departments, and uttered representative statements to provide material for those who only liked the video. At the same time, it was crucial for her to be the first to declare a stance. She needed to maintain her momentum.

Shi Jiujiu watched her familiar methods and seasoned operations in awe, his eyes widening in astonishment. Suddenly, Jing Shu’s demeanor seemed to change—perhaps she was truly a powerhouse?

If previous videos could be laughed off, these titles and sharp commentary could stir deep-seated feelings of tenderness and anger. The hero who saved lives was now being arrested for justice, further enraging those he saved and their families. They flocked to comment, demanding a thorough investigation by the local government. Although nothing could be done immediately, likes and angry comments still served their purpose.

“When every individual in Huaxia spits, it’s enough to drown people.”

Once the video was edited and posted, likes and various comments surged by thousands every minute. Before long, it hit the trending recommendations, escalating from a locally popular video in Wucheng to nationwide attention. Within a short time, likes surpassed hundreds of thousands. By the time the government attempted to block it, it was already too late.

The Wucheng government was tagged over a hundred thousand times, the massive impact forcing the government to take notice. Without a good explanation, they risked being condemned by the entire nation.

Shi Jiujiu couldn’t help but give a thumbs up. “Then what?”

“Then, just wait.”

The harvested reputation was now ready to be put to use. Making the most of what they had was essential, especially while Jing Shu was still gaining momentum. Otherwise, who would remember her after a few years?

Regarding solving this matter, Jing Shu had many methods. However, upon learning that Li Yuetian couldn’t protect himself, she ultimately chose to resolve the issue through public opinion.

Using the least cost for the greatest benefit was, in a way, another form of assistance for Li Yuetian.

The captain of the Second Branch, Li Yuetian, was now a senior colonel. At his age, his promotions were relatively swift, and he had the potential to rise to a major general in the future.

Based on his performance during the last evacuation at Hongshan Ecological Park, he was a valuable ally worth cultivating. Especially in the post-apocalyptic world, having an ally with the potential to be a major general in Banana District meant he could wield significant influence.

A major general in Huaxia typically required at least twenty years of military service, making early investment crucial.

“I hope this matter also helps him overcome his difficulties.”

Jing Shu moved her hand, freeing her bound hand, but her eyes were still fixed on the items in the warehouse. She muttered under her breath, “Second Form!”

Her Magic Cube Space (魔方空間) unfolded flat, displaying a dazzling array of supplies. Jing Shu began organizing the cramped space while scouting for items to transfer into her space.

With her phone’s light now gone, the warehouse returned to darkness. Shi Jiujiu felt a surge of excitement. Facing his lifesaver, he had always wanted to say thank you, and now he finally had the chance.

In the dark warehouse, Shi Jiujiu’s questions echoed intermittently, met with Jing Shu’s lazy responses. Meanwhile, Jing Shu was tying ropes to bees. By controlling the strings, she directed the bees to touch objects, thus transferring items into her space.

There was still time to tidy up the warehouse. Although some items piled up like mountains, most were useless to Jing Shu—like bedding, daily necessities, and furniture.

However, there were items Jing Shu was interested in, such as Aramid helmets. Huaxia’s Aramid helmets were exceptional, surpassing the American “Kevlar” helmets in performance.

Their bulletproof capabilities were undeniable. They were highly stable, providing excellent brain protection. During past military campaigns, they could even double as pots and bowls. In the desert, when water was scarce, they could be used as water collection devices. Truly versatile.

Jing Shu intended to maximize their use—not only for bulletproofing but also to prevent future natural disasters. They could be used to shield against hail, which could be deadly when shaped like cones.

Imagine the force of a free-falling body from the sky—who would dare to keep their bald heads up? Everyone would prefer to grow some hair or even carry a blanket or plastic basin when going out, fearing a hailstone could shatter everything in minutes.

Additionally, after next year’s earthquake, mudslides and severe thunderstorms caused by heavy rains would become a headache, especially for Banana District located at the mountain’s base. Hailstorms would be manageable, but lightning-struck stones would be particularly troublesome.

Perhaps, due to offending the gods of thunder and wind, they had intensified their mountain carving, producing thunderous sounds accompanied by flying rocks. According to scientists, since Earth had deviated from its orbit in recent years, it couldn’t adapt, leading to increased tectonic movements and such dramatic reactions.

Regardless, possessing such a highly secure helmet was undoubtedly a blessing.

There were many helmets, but Jing Shu didn’t take too many. She grabbed about ten, enough for her family, and planned to modify them in her space, changing their colors slightly.

She also took a few bulletproof vests. Due to their limited quantity, Jing Shu grabbed three sets. These were quite heavy and cumbersome to wear. Huaxia troops rarely issued bulletproof vests, but if a conflict arose, they could urgently produce hundreds of thousands.

“Professional gas masks are also here. Perfect!” Jing Shu felt a surge of excitement. Unlike the few hundred-yuan masks on Taobao that only protected against paint fumes, these were entirely different. Although she didn’t know their exact grade, preventing toxic air and foul odors in the apocalypse would always be useful.

“Trust me, you absolutely don’t want to smell like flatulence all year round. Not just the same old stink, but randomly changing odors based on the weather’s mood…”

Apparently, Earth had a terrible stomach this year.

This time, Jing Shu took over fifty gas masks. Since she didn’t take them, they would likely deteriorate after many years. She placed them in her space for proper maintenance, planning to offer them to those in need in the future—of course, for a fee.

*(End of Chapter)*