The first stop was the water companies.
In the dark days of disaster, water bodies either dried up or were contaminated by deadly amoebas.
The survivors suffered dehydration and gastrointestinal diseases, and hospitals overflowed with patients.
Even after the disasters, the struggle for water intensified—alien beasts guarded the few remaining sources, making survival dependent on bottled water produced before apocalypse and mental power users capable of producing and purifying water.
Lu Nanzhi did not hesitate. She purchased 1, 000 thickened stainless steel tanks, each capable of holding 30 tons, and arranged for several mineral water factories to fill them. These would be delivered to her factory warehouse.
She also acquired 2,000 plastic and steel containers, ranging from 20 gallons to 20 tons, for household storage. Additionally, she bought 5,000 boxes of five-gallon bottles and 5,000 boxes of twelve-packs of half-liter purified water, all for two million yuan.
But water alone would not be enough. The blistering heat of the future would require ice reserves. She found an ice-processing company and ordered 2,000 large ice bricks measuring one cubic meter and another 2,000 smaller blocks, spending 140,000 yuan.
As she inspected the factory's machinery, her thoughts turned to water filtration. The factory manager, eager to please such a generous customer, offered a lead. "There's a water treatment facility for sale. It's been abandoned due to lack of funds. I know the owner personally."
Lu Nanzhi's eyes gleamed with interest.
Water filtration machines might not survive the coming disasters, but letting valuable resources go to waste was unforgivable.
Should she buy it? Or should she opt for zero-dollar shopping?
(A/N: Zero-dollar shopping is slang for looting.)
The facility was only an eight-hour drive from home.
As she mulled it over, another thought struck her.
Would the virtual farm unlock a water production function? Her curiosity burned, but she kept her face straight.
"I'll think about it," she replied.
Three days later, it was time to return to the Grand Central Market. After settling her final payments, the workers loaded her orders into the truck. She swiftly transferred them to her inventory space before setting out again.
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