The next day, when Jiang Qingwan left the hospital, Hu Hu's father gave her a large bag of snacks to take to school.
As for the business cards, Jiang Qingwan had long forgotten about that matter.
What's the point of business cards? It's much better to buy a couple more bags of snacks.
...
Hu Hu, a well-known figure in the Spring Mountain Base after the apocalypse, is famous for his control of a large amount of weaponry.
Jiang Qingwan then connected the person, the business card, and the matter of President Longxing.
After being reborn, Jiang Qingwan took out the storage box that contained her youthful memories and found the business card of President Long Xing on the side of the box.
Jiang Qingwan followed the box wall, picking up a gold-plated business card with her fingernails. She didn't know what kind of process it was, but it was still brand new.
The name and phone number are listed above.
Jiang Qingwan dialed the number, and even though it was a number on a business card from seven or eight years ago, the call was answered quickly.
Jiang Qingwan directly revealed her identity and said she needed to make a deal and that they should meet in person.
The person on the other end of the phone happened to be Hu Hu. He said he remembered Jiang Qingwan and readily gave her an address, without trying to renege on his promise.
Behind the hidden door.
"What do you want to buy?" After they arrived at the secluded spot, Hu Hu stopped the pleasantries and got straight to the point.
"I have 2.5 billion yuan available for a batch of weapons. I'll buy as much as I can." Jiang Qingwan roughly estimated the amount of funds she could use.
"The weapons need to be portable and usable by one person," Jiang Qingwan added.
"This deal can't be done domestically; it needs to be done in the neighboring island nation," Hu Hu stated frankly without refusing.
"How about the timeliness?" The transaction location didn't matter; the main concern was the time. Jiang Qingwan was concerned about the timing.
“It’s a day’s flight round trip, quite close,” Hu Hu said.
“No problem, there’s no time like the present, how about tomorrow night? You can make the arrangements.” Jiang Qingwan selected a time.
“Okay, I’ll have my dad contact the underground market in Japan later. He happens to have some connections.” Hu Hu agreed.
"Impressive! You can directly trade arms with other countries," Jiang Qingwan praised sincerely.
"After all, we are a civilized people. Of course, we need entirely new trading channels," Hu Hu emphasized, highlighting his law-abiding nature.
"Then I'll head back first. Can I add you on WeChat with this phone number on your business card?" Jiang Qingwan asked, turning her head as she prepared to leave.
“Sure, no problem. We can handle the less important things online, but the important things will have to be discussed in person. You understand?” Hu Hu said cryptically, as if making a riddle.
Jiang Qingwan nodded to indicate that she understood, and said goodbye, "I'm leaving. Goodbye."
"Where are you going? You can't get out by yourself, I'll have to take you." Hu Hu stopped Jiang Qingwan from walking towards the hidden door.
"I'll lead the way, follow me." Hu Hu walked in front.
He found a black box embedded in the wall, opened the lid, reached inside, pressed his finger down, and unlocked the switch by recognizing his fingerprint.
A few seconds later, the hidden door clicked open, breaking the dark and mysterious atmosphere.
Hu Hu pushed open the hidden door and pressed the switch for the incandescent light bulb, causing the light to shine out at an angle.
We've returned to the ordinary, mundane world.
Jiang Qingwan followed Hu Hu out, "Tsk. You guys need someone to escort you out, so you're basically keeping someone locked up inside? Like a mistress in a gilded cage?"
"Hey—" Hu Hu quickly said, "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Don't spread rumors. We are law-abiding citizens, and we are conducting legal transactions."
"I understand, I understand." Jiang Qingwan made an OK sign with both hands, shaking them up and down, her body language conveying her affirmation of Hu Hu's words.
"That's enough for now. You can go out on your own. Tomorrow night, fly to the neighboring island nation by yourself. We'll exchange phone numbers there." Hu Hu stood behind the courtyard gate, explaining the transaction plan for tomorrow night.
"Okay. See you in Japan tomorrow night." Jiang Qingwan pushed open the door, carefully avoiding all surveillance cameras, and proceeded cautiously, always on guard against being followed.
To avoid unnecessary trouble.
After arriving home, Jiang Qingwan immediately slipped into her spatial dimension.
Today we must continue our practice and not waste any time.
Qingwan, you must strive to become stronger!
Jiang Qingwan silently encouraged herself, took a deep breath, and sat heavily on the cattail mat.
Based on the insights I gained from yesterday's practice, I focused my energy in my lower abdomen and closed my eyes to feel the spiritual energy around my body.
It separates the scattered colored light spots floating in the air, focuses on the white light spots, gathers and absorbs them towards itself, and stores them within its dantian.
When Jiang Qingwan was cultivating, she gathered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the space, forming a special white vortex phenomenon above her head.
She guided the spiritual energy to flow slowly through her body, cleansing every meridian and completing the great cycle without stopping.
By continuously expanding one's meridians, one can store more spiritual energy.
Jiang Qingwan stopped cultivating only when she felt she could no longer withstand any more spiritual energy.
That concludes today's practice.
Jiang Qingwan considered herself fairly satisfied.
She got up, left the study, and decided to spend the rest of her cultivation time wandering around the space.
You can see majestic mountains as soon as you step outside, with lush trees covering the hillsides.
Jiang Qingwan approached step by step.
Upon entering the back mountain area, numerous trees take root in the soil, standing tall and straight, while below, lush shrubs grow freely.
Upon closer inspection, there are also many vacant black soil plots.
The ground caved in a little when you stepped on it, but when you lifted your foot, there was no mud on the sole of your shoe.
Jiang Qingwan bent down and touched the soil on the mountain. Just as she had imagined, it was indeed soft and moist.
It is clearly a fertile land full of vitality and life.
If you sow the seeds here yourself, even without using the methods of modern farming, such as cultivation, fertilization, weeding, and pest control, you will surely be able to get flowers and fruits.
Raising some pheasants and wild ducks, letting some piglets roam freely on the mountain, and catching a few fish to throw into the mountain stream—wouldn't that be wonderful?
Jiang Qingwan continued climbing upwards.
A slight feeling of blockage came over me.
Upon closer inspection, a transparent protective shield was discovered in this area.
Jiang Qingwan wasn't sure if she could go in, so she wandered around looking for any clues.
Finally, behind a thicket of bushes, a stone tablet was seen standing.
Inscription: Void Sword Tomb.
Jiang Qingwan tentatively touched it, and a consciousness was automatically transmitted into her sea of consciousness.
"This is the Sword Tomb, where every sword exudes a fierce aura. Do not approach unless you have cultivated to the eighth level of Qi Refining."
After two nights of cultivation, Jiang Qingwan is now at the third level of Qi Refining and cannot advance further.
"Sigh," Jiang Qingwan sighed silently, turned around and went down the mountain, deciding to come back another day.
There are only three days left until the apocalypse breaks out. I wonder if I will be able to cultivate to the eighth level of Qi Refining.
I'd better find a handy and sharp cold weapon as soon as possible.
The familiar alarm clock sounded again, reminding Jiang Qingwan that it was time to leave the space.
It is 5 a.m. on December 29, 2099, and there are 3 days left until the apocalypse.
Jiang Qingwan grabbed her car keys and rushed downstairs to the morning market at the farmers' market.
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