After receiving the order, Ye Jingyu escorted his father-in-law and wife back to their respective bedrooms, and then made a phone call.

He doesn't know how long this apocalypse will last, so he's trying to get as much cash flow as possible right now.

The group cannot be dissolved yet, because if it is dissolved, tens of thousands of employees will lose their jobs. However, the group can be sold to someone else.

His Ye Group is still in high demand.

He contacted someone who had previously told him about buying the Yip Group.

The second richest man is not a good person; you feel no guilt for ripping him off.

When the other party saw that it was Ye Jingyu who had come to them, they started to lower the price, and they kept lowering it by 100 million.

Ye Jingyu was eager to make a move, but he wouldn't let the other party arbitrarily lower the price.

In the end, both sides compromised and deposited 50 million.

It was sold for US$7.95 billion.

Ye Jingyu still has a total of 100 billion US dollars in balances across all his cards.

Including Mr. Song's, the two of them have a total balance of 160 billion US dollars.

Holding the huge sum of money in his hands, Ye Jingyu felt much more relaxed.

They drove directly to the wholesale market, fully armed, with not a single hair showing.

The car he drives is also a car with a small brand.

Since we're going to buy supplies, we should buy the best ones. Let's get 100,000 of each of the following: Koshihikari rice, fragrant rice, Nepalese rock rice, etc.

Have the seller deliver directly to your door.

The rice is bought, and various kinds of flour, such as rice flour, sweet potato flour, glutinous rice flour, etc., will also be ordered in quantities of 100,000 each.

Various types of noodles, such as knife-cut noodles, rice noodles, rice vermicelli, Sichuan noodles, etc., can last for one or two years if stored properly.

Besides, with the apocalypse coming soon, who cares if the food is expired?

Those will be things that money can't buy in the future.

However, out of consideration for his elderly father who had a wife and children at home, Ye Jingyu specifically requested that the produce be the freshest, just produced, and that price was not an issue.

Ye Jingyu started shopping at the wholesale market.

After taking a short rest, Song Yuanqing, who lived in the Ye family villa, also began to think about selling Old Master Song's villa.

The old man will definitely live with her in the future, and she doesn't want that villa to fall into the hands of that mother and daughter.

Coincidentally, she knew a real estate agent, contacted the agent, and expressed her desire to sell a villa.

Located in the city center of City A, it boasts convenient transportation and is surrounded by shopping malls, schools, and gyms.

The only requirement is that it must be sold within two days.

The price ranges from 800 million to 900 million.

Song Yuanqing still had faith in the government's capabilities, in case news of an impending apocalypse really did come out soon.

I'm afraid this house won't be able to be sold.

Now, the information gap is their family's biggest advantage.

Mr. Song also honed his skills through hard work and experience in the business world.

Even more ruthless than Song Yuanqing, he said, "One day. I want you to sell it within one day, at least seven hundred million. After it's done, I'll give you a reward of one million."

The real estate agent on the other end of the phone was overjoyed, his eyes shining as if he'd been struck by a windfall.

Fearing that Song Yuanqing might refuse, he repeatedly agreed to what Old Master Song said and then hung up the phone.

The agent was very quick; the house was sold in just one afternoon, and the price was quite attractive.

Eight hundred and eighty million.

Upon seeing this number, Song Yuanqing couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. He held up his phone to show his father, "Dad, this number is our first step towards that mother and daughter!"

Compared to Chen Zhaodi, Grandpa Song naturally trusted his own granddaughter more. It is said that grandparents love their grandchildren more, and Grandpa Song loved Ye Zhi dearly.

He had no doubt what Ye Zhi said.

During the years he was paralyzed, it was clear that Chen Zhaodi treated him one way in public and another in private.

Never underestimate a businessman's intuition.

Especially for businessmen who have lived a stable life to his current position and age.

Grandpa Song was also very pleased and said in a low voice with a smile, "Let's go see Sweet Bean."

Ye Zhi had already woken up, her consciousness still lingering in the space.

Wow, look at this! It's her treasured possession from the cultivation world.

Thousand-year-old snow lotus, ten-thousand-year-old sea monster pill, ten-thousand-year-old ginseng, Qi-tonifying pill, blood-tonifying pill, disguise pill, invisibility pill…

Unfortunately, the phoenix blood essence and dragon blood essence that she had painstakingly collected were used up when she self-destructed.

Moreover, most of her magical artifacts, talismans, and formations were used up in the war between gods and demons, leaving only elixirs.

Fortunately, there was no time to take the elixir. Ye Zhi, who was sitting on the sofa in the villa, clutched her chest as she watched her wealth dwindle to only one-twentieth of what it used to be. She was heartbroken.

Upon closer inspection, the little figure's body was found to be suspended in mid-air on the sofa.

There is a visible distance between the two.

Ye Zhi's thoughts shifted. If her consciousness could enter her personal space, what about her body?

The so-called spatial optimization of the Heavenly Dao has resulted in more living beings within the space.

She is a living being too.

If you say you'll try it, then try it; just silently say "come in" to yourself.

Then he tried to pick up the Tian Shan snow lotus in front of him with his hands.

It was a success!

When she was a conscious being, she could only control these objects with her mental power; she couldn't touch them.

Ye Zhi was having a great time in the space.

Song Yuanqing and Old Master Song were terrified.

Song Yuanqing pushed Old Master Song into the room where Ye Zhi was sleeping.

Because Old Master Song was sitting in a wheelchair, his view was not as broad and clear as that of Song Yuanqing, who was standing.

The bed railing and the toys on the bed happened to block his view.

But Song Yuanqing could see it clearly: the little quilt on the bed, which should have been plump, was now deflated!

When she opened the door, she expected to see her sweet, soft little daughter sleeping or waking up and giving her a sweet smile, just like always.

But at this moment, her daughter has vanished from sight!

There wasn't time to push the old man into the room; she darted to the bedside and checked the floor, under the bed, the balcony…

No, absolutely none.

The woman was on the verge of tears; her face was deathly pale.

"Little Sweet Bean, Little Sweet Bean!"

When Old Master Song saw Song Yuanqing's reaction, he became anxious and suddenly stood up and took a step with his left foot.

He then couldn't hold on any longer and sat back in his wheelchair.

While searching for Ye Zhi in the wardrobe, Song Yuanqing did not notice the situation of Old Master Song.

Grandpa Song suddenly realized something and almost forgot that he was paralyzed.

The old man's wheelchair is an electric wheelchair; it can be driven.

He maneuvered his wheelchair to help find Ye Zhi.

"Sweet Bean!"

"Sweetie!"

Anxious calls came from outside the space; they were the voices of Mom and Grandpa.

Who is Sweet Bean?

Holy crap, it's her! Ye Zhi is still not used to this nickname.

Oh crap, I forgot I was in my own room. My family will be worried if I suddenly disappear.

Ye Zhi silently recited the words to herself.

The small blanket on the bed, which had been flat, suddenly bulged up.