The end of the world is approaching, Shen Yuan awakened his personal space in advance and won another 300 million lottery ticket.
While others won a lottery and bought a villa and sports car, he won a lottery and bought compressed biscuits, antibiotics, and diesel generators. The brain of a master of engineering does not count fortunes, only concrete grades and material reserves - half a ton of food is needed for one person to live for one year, and 50 million tons for ten thousand people to live for one hundred years. There are still four months until the end, and his shopping list is longer than a Spring Festival train ticket.
The end is coming as expected. Zombies blocked the door and order collapsed. While others were grabbing expired cans in the ruins, he was cooking hot pot in an underground fortress twelve meters deep. The tomatoes are grown by oneself, and the bottom of the pot is stir-fried by a female star - yes, the one that was accidentally rescued from Ginkgo Avenue.
But the real trouble in the apocalypse has never been zombies. The armed gangs at Xiaguan Pier are watching with eager eyes. The mysterious cards falling from the sky are rewriting the rules of power. The remnants of the military have brought cooperation and also brought changes. There are more than three thousand mouths in the base, some are grateful and others are muttering. He uses rules to manage people, uses space to stock up on goods, and uses cards snatched from the light ball to feed an absolutely loyal clone.
One cannot survive alone. It takes a group of people to rebuild civilization.
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