Seven days before the end of the world, Jiang Tang received a note from his late mother: On the seventh day, goods should be shipped through the south gate.
No one believed her. Relatives said she was crazy, the bank was urging her to repay, and even her brother thought she had a hoarding disorder.
Only Jiang Tang himself knew - seven days later, a gray tide swept across the world. The infected people burned their skin until they turned gray and bit everyone they saw.
She wiped out her savings, overdrawn all her credit cards, and filled up the waste warehouse left by her mother.
When others doomsday comes and they rob the supermarket, her supermarket is just a warehouse.
There is enough grain and oil to last for three years, medicines are classified by batch number, and drinking water is coded to the ceiling.
Her cheat code is simple - time stands still in the warehouse and the things you put in it will never go bad. But it can only be saved, not produced. If there is no goods, it will be an empty house.
The zombies are coming? Not afraid. They hear sounds and cannot see stationary things. Jiang Tang squatted behind the shelf, and the zombies walked past her without even a glance.
The base wants her goods? Zheng Henian came to the door with a group of people and said "unified deployment".
Jiang Tang took out the account book and said slowly: The deployment is OK, first sign and pledge, and the interest will be 30%. If you don't pay it back when it is due, I will go to the door of your base to pull up the banner.
The younger brother asked her: Sister, you have stored so much, can you finish it?
Jiang Tang knocked on the shelf: The shelf life will lie, but the ledger will not.
But she didn't expect that deep in this warehouse, the iron door numbered seven contained a secret more terrifying than zombies.
