Xu Xing looked at the scene before him, and his eyebrows unconsciously relaxed.
With such a "cheat device," even if you end up lying down, you'll still live a very comfortable life.
No! In a post-apocalyptic world, the saying goes, "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime." Once others find out that you have so many supplies, they will definitely covet them.
One's own strength is ultimately insufficient to cover everything; building up a force in the future will save a lot of trouble.
Moreover, his spatial abilities would actually expand as his power grew, at least ensuring that those who followed him in the future would not go hungry.
Of course, these are all things to consider later. The most urgent task is to stockpile as many supplies as possible.
So... first, mortgage all the real estate you have to get real money, and then go on a shopping spree.
Without hesitation, Xu Xing first called the owners of financial companies he knew, inviting them to his five-star hotel to discuss stock pledging.
Later, they contacted professionals to draft a document regarding the pledge of 50% of the shares of Xinyang Group.
After giving his instructions, he stepped into the Porsche and drove to a five-star hotel in the city's most bustling area.
Liu Nong seemed to have completed the task assigned to him very well; a sign indicating that the hotel was temporarily closed had already been hung at the entrance.
Plates of warm food were continuously loaded into the small truck parked in front of the door. The truck itself was also insulated, so there was no fear of it getting cold.
Xu Xing smelled the faint fragrance, smiled and nodded, "That bastard Liu Nong, if he hadn't betrayed me, he would have been quite a talent."
The three beautiful hotel receptionists bowed and greeted Xu Xing as he entered.
Xu Xing waved his hand, called out to someone, and told her to wait at the hotel entrance. When she encountered a few people who mentioned his name, she should have them come over to the most luxurious Jinbaoyuan private room.
After saying that, he called the manager over and gave him some instructions. Then a waiter led Xu Xing to the most luxurious part of the hotel.
Leaning back in the luxurious chair, Xu Xing gazed at the bustling city in the distance through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
The pedestrian street was teeming with people; it was uncertain how many would survive. Amidst the bustling traffic on the main road, these lumps of iron might outlive their owners.
Xu Xing's mind suddenly became somewhat confused. Was it possible that the apocalypse he remembered was actually just a dream he had imagined?
Xu Xing quickly shook his head, his consciousness entered another space, saw a huge number of Cokes in a corner, picked up a bottle at random, and returned to reality.
The cool cola slid down Xu Xing's throat, making him realize that none of this was a fantasy.
One hot dish after another was served. When the waiter came in, he stared in surprise at the Coke in Xu Xing's hand and the Romanée-Conti red wine in his other hand, seemingly at a loss for what to do with it.
Xu Xing seemed to remember something and slowly instructed, "After you're done, take me to the hotel's wine cellar, and then find the manager and have him notify the purchasing department to order all the wine needed for the next three years. We'll pay on credit for now."
The waiter carefully placed the red wine on the table and then quietly left.
Xu Xing savored each and every one of them, knowing that each one would be an incredibly rare delicacy in the future.
Like someone who has been poor for a long time and suddenly becomes rich, they want to completely sever ties with their former impoverished life.
A short while later, there was a knock on the door of the private room, and Xu Xing got up to go and greet it.
All of them were wearing suits; six of them were owners of financial companies, along with the professionals they brought.
There was another person whom Xu Xing specially invited to draft the document.
Xu Xing took the proposal from him, invited the group to sit down, and quickly explained his purpose.
"Gentlemen, I have a personal matter to attend to. I urgently need money and need to pledge 50% of my shares as collateral at an interest rate of 15%."
After Xu Xing finished speaking, the other party all gasped.
"Mr. Xu, are you sure it's 15 points? I don't know what you need it for, this..." The person in the middle spoke up. This person actually had some connections with Xu Xing's parents and didn't want Xu Xing to go astray.
"Don't worry, everyone, we can sign the contract today. As for my personal matters, it's really not convenient to disclose them," Xu Xing said with a smile, still holding the business plan in his hand.
Immediately, the people opposite him began whispering among themselves, clearly all wanting a piece of this big pie.
Including land costs, Xu Xing's two five-star hotels, representing a 50% stake, are worth approximately 1.5 billion yuan.
However, given Xu Xing's reputation as a playboy, he will certainly suffer some damage, but the tempting interest rate will also unleash human greed.
The person who had connections with Xu Xing's parents consulted with his assistant for a while before slowly saying, "I'll offer 1.5 billion."
Xu Xing remained silent, knowing that such a high interest rate meant that more than just this much money could be pledged.
Finally, the man on the far right downed his Romanée-Conti wine in one gulp and said, "1.8 billion, Mr. Xu, I trust you. If there are no unforeseen circumstances, the money will be transferred to your account within a day."
"Okay!" Xu Xing clapped his hands and instructed the person he had called over to draft a contract based on the contents of this contract, which could be signed directly.
After discussing it, the group began to enter the actual banquet.
Clearly, the chef at Xu Xing's own hotel is quite skilled, earning high praise from the other executives.
In the early days of the apocalypse, the difference between heaven and hell almost drove Xu Xing to the brink of collapse.
Judging from the current situation, my standard of living should not be too low in the next few decades or even a hundred years.
The group chatted for a while longer, and then the contract arrived.
The boss had his assistant carefully check the documents, took several photos, sent them back to the company, analyzed them, and finally decisively signed his name.
Seeing that the task was successfully completed, Xu Xing poured himself another glass of wine. "President Yang is very generous. I hope there will be more opportunities for cooperation in the future. I won't keep you company any longer today."
"If you need anything, just call the waiter, and I'll cover all the expenses."
The group replied with a "yes," and Xu Xing cupped his hands in greeting before leaving the private room.
Following the hotel manager, we arrived at the hotel's wine cellar, which contained a large quantity of fine red wines and various kinds of white spirits.
He took the key to the huge room and told the manager that he would be moving all the liquor out in the next couple of days and that the manager should not come in.
Then he added, "By the way, your salary is also double these days. During holidays, make sure the chefs come over and are paid five times their normal wage."
"You all need to work hard these next few days. In the end, each of you will receive 200 jin of pork, which will be reimbursed by the company!"
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