The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 479

Chapter 479

“Ahem. Good thing you came when you did. There’s only one villa left.”

Nicole didn’t believe that for a second. The best locations had obviously been set aside for people at the top.

The employee unfolded the site map. Nicole immediately pointed to the villa at the very center of the development. “I want that one.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “That one costs 500 thousand points.”

Nicole, who had only 50 thousand, fell silent.

Fifty thousand versus five hundred thousand. The floor plans might be identical, but anyone with common sense knew the difference wasn’t just on paper.

The female employee circled three villas with her pen. “These are the ones you can choose from.”

Just as she had expected. They were the leftovers.

There was nothing to complain about. Anyone who could afford a 500-thousand-point villa had almost certainly made exceptional contributions to the government.

Nicole didn’t waste time envying what she couldn’t have. She pointed to the villa in the far corner. “I’ll take that one.”

She took out her points card and handed it over.

The employee swiped it and completed the paperwork. “Will you be paying with staple grains or tubers? Tubers count double.”

Staple grains included rice, wheat, corn, and similar crops. Tubers included potatoes, sweet potatoes, and other starchy root vegetables.

Nicole didn’t hesitate. “Half of each.”

Time passed normally inside her storage space, so although all the potatoes had been planted at the same time, they still needed another two weeks before they were ready to harvest. The one acre of corn she had planted earlier, however, had already ripened.

She kept half the harvest fresh for daily meals and dried and shelled the rest.

Fortunately, she had both a combine harvester and a corn sheller. Otherwise, processing that much corn would’ve been backbreaking work.

Once the paperwork was complete, the employee handed her the receipt. “Bring the full grain payment within three days. After it’s delivered, bring this receipt back to finish the property registration.”

Nicole thanked him, then quietly slid two more bottles of whiskey across the desk. “I’d also like to buy two apartments for my friends.”

The employees were momentarily speechless. That whiskey had certainly earned its keep.

Processing two more units wasn’t much extra work, and good whiskey was hard to come by. They readily agreed.

“Which building do you want?”

Nicole considered it for a moment. “Do you have anything across from the police station?”

1/2

+15 Bhus

If violent gangs emerged during polar night, they probably wouldn’t dare stir up trouble directly across from the police station.

The employee pulled out another site map. “Yes, but that building hasn’t been finished yet.”

After discussing it briefly with Zeph, Nicole chose Units 301 and 302 on the third floor.

She had mixed feelings, but securing two apartments with nothing more than two bottles of liquor was still an incredible bargain. 1

Since they were already there, Nicole decided they might as well deliver the grain before heading home.

Zeph had no objections. The weather had remained relatively stable over the past six months, and plenty of survivors had managed to grow crops. Delivering freshly harvested grain no longer attracted much attention.

Nicole prepared 3,000 pounds of cold-resistant potatoes and 1,500 pounds of corn. After reaching a secluded spot, she took the truck out of her storage space. Then they drove it to the grain collection center.

Connections really did make life easier. Rules always seemed to apply only to people who followed them.

Quite a few trucks were already lined up to deliver grain. Load after load of rice, wheat, and corn made it obvious that those shipments belonged to wealthy families.

Others arrived pushing handcarts or driving three-wheeled cargo trikes. Those were mostly middle and lower- class survivors who had managed to pull a few strings. Most of them were buying apartments rather than villas.

After waiting in line for two hours, it was finally Nicole’s turn.

The inspectors couldn’t find a single fault with either the potatoes or the corn. After weighing everything, they quickly issued her receipt.

With the receipt in hand, Nicole returned to the administrative hall.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify