"Brother Yan, money is tight, so I can borrow 10,000 yuan to make ends meet."
When Zhou Ye said this with a smile, Chen Yan in the previous life did not know that it was his most trusted deputy who sold the entire shelter to an outsider and let him die in the fifth year after the disaster.
Thirty days before the rebirth of nuclear war, the first thing Chen Yan did was to lend the money with a smile.
Cancer, take care of it first. Let the accounts be settled slowly until the end of time.
This time, he knew when and where the nuclear bomb would land; he knew which batch of supplies had not been touched, and who was loyal and who was traitorous. For thirty days, he stocked up on grain, medicine, and oil, rented a chemical plant warehouse and renovated it - when Ash Day came, others were grabbing half a bag of flour in the ruins, and there were 20,000 kilograms of rice lying in his cellar.
Farming in the last days, rules are established with an iron fist, and blood debts are repaid with blood. In this life, he wants to build a doomsday empire.
