Chapter 4
At seven o'clock on Monday morning, Su Jing was woken up by the notification sound of her phone's logistics. She sat up abruptly and grabbed her phone to check.
The two single tents, ten down comforters, and fifty pairs of thermal socks that I ordered last night were shipped by the seller at 3 a.m. The logistics information shows that "the goods are expected to arrive at the temporary warehouse of the suburban logistics park at 10 a.m. today," followed by a line of red "urgent shipment, priority delivery."
She breathed a sigh of relief, quickly swiped her finger across the screen, opened the chat box with the outdoor equipment store's customer service, and sent another message: "Could you please confirm if the tent is windproof and waterproof? Is the down comforter filled with 90% white duck down and suitable for -30°C? Are the thermal socks thickened, fleece-lined, and non-slip? Please make sure they match the description; I need them urgently."
Within two minutes, customer service replied: "Don't worry! The tent is made of 210D Oxford cloth, with a waterproof rating of 2000mm and can withstand winds up to level 6."
The down comforter is filled with 90% white duck down, with a fill power of 600FP, and it has been tested to keep warm at -30℃ without any problems.
The thermal socks are made of 80% combed cotton and 20% spandex, with a 3mm fleece lining and silicone anti-slip texture on the soles. They were shipped according to your specifications. You can inspect them upon arrival, and please contact us anytime if there are any problems.
Su Jing put down her phone, quickly washed up, ate a piece of bread, and then went out with her backpack.
There's so much to do today: wait for the online shopping supplies to arrive, confirm that the goods in the warehouse haven't been touched, store all the supplies in my personal space late at night, and prepare to sign the house sale contract with the buyer tomorrow.
The agent said yesterday that the buyer is in the building materials business, has plenty of money, and wants to get the house as soon as possible to use as employee dormitories. He will pay the full amount of 380,000 yuan in one lump sum, and is just waiting for Su Jing to agree.
When Su Jing arrived at the suburban logistics park by taxi, it was just past nine o'clock. She went to the temporary warehouse first.
The landlord, Mr. Liu, was sitting on a small stool at the entrance of the warehouse, drinking tea. When he saw her, he smiled and waved: "Young lady, no one has touched your batch of goods. I went to take a look last night, and the door was locked properly."
"Thank you, Uncle Liu," Su Jing said, taking the key from Uncle Liu and opening the warehouse door—it was just as it had been yesterday: five thousand kilograms of rice were piled in the left corner, four hundred boxes of instant noodles were stacked in the middle, and one thousand bottles of mineral water and thirty boxes of cooked food were placed on the right. The cardboard boxes were all neatly arranged, without any signs of being disturbed.
She walked around the pile of goods, reached out and patted the rice bag. It was hard as a rock, and the rice inside hadn't leaked out. Only then did she feel relieved.
"Uncle Liu, I have another batch of outdoor supplies arriving today, around 10 a.m. When they arrive, I'll unload them here. Could you please keep an eye on them for me?"
Su Jing locked the door and walked back to Grandpa Liu's side.
"Sure," Grandpa Liu took a sip of tea. "I don't have anything else to do today, so I'll just stay here. By the way, what kind of business are you planning to do with all this stockpiled?"
Su Jing had already prepared her explanation, and replied with a smile, "It's not about doing business, it's about helping relatives back home stock up on some things. It's a remote area where it's inconvenient for them to buy these things, so I'm sending them all together."
Grandpa Liu didn't ask any more questions, he just nodded: "That's true, logistics are convenient now, it's easy to bring things back for relatives."
The two chatted for a short while when the roar of a delivery tricycle could be heard in the distance.
Su Jing looked up and saw that the tricycle had the "SF Express" logo printed on it. There were three large cardboard boxes piled up in the cargo bed, tightly wrapped with transparent tape, and yellow "Express Delivery" labels were affixed to them.
"My goods should have arrived!"
Su Jing quickly went to meet him. The deliveryman stopped his vehicle, wiped the sweat from his brow, and asked, "Are you Su Jing? These are your three express packages. Please sign for them."
Su Jing took the delivery slip, quickly signed her name, and then moved the cardboard box into the warehouse with the deliveryman.
None of the three cardboard boxes were light. She tried lifting the box containing the down comforter, and it weighed at least fifty pounds.
"Could you please open the box for me? I'll check the quantity and style. If everything is correct, then you can leave," Su Jing said to the courier.
“Okay,” the deliveryman said, taking out a utility knife and helping her cut open the tape on the cardboard box. The first box contained two single tents; the blue-gray tent bodies were neatly folded, and next to them were tent poles, tent pegs, and guy lines. Su Jing picked up one of them and unfolded it—
The tent is 1.2 meters high, 2.1 meters long, and 1.5 meters wide. It also has an inner compartment that can hold backpacks and clothes. The bottom of the tent is made of PE waterproof padding, which feels very thick.
“No problem, the tent is correct.” Su Jing nodded.
The second box contained 10 down comforters, each in a vacuum-sealed compression bag labeled "90% white duck down." She opened one bag, and the comforter instantly fluffed up, felt soft to the touch, and sniffed it closely—there was no strange smell. "The down comforter is fine too."
The third box contained 50 pairs of thermal socks. The black socks reached to the ankles, had elastic bands at the top, and silicone anti-slip patterns on the soles. Su Jing picked up a pair and stretched them out; the fleece lining was dense and felt warm to the touch. "The thermal socks are fine too, thank you, sir."
After the courier left, Su Jing locked the warehouse door, said goodbye to Grandpa Liu, and took a taxi to the city center. She needed to go to the bank to confirm whether the buyer's full payment of 380,000 yuan for tomorrow would arrive in real time. She also needed to contact the prefabricated house manufacturer to ask how long it would take and how much it would cost to customize a 20㎡ prefabricated house with insulation, and whether it could be delivered to this temporary warehouse.
When Su Jing arrived at the bank at 11 a.m., she found the account manager and explained the situation: "Tomorrow, a full payment of 380,000 yuan will be transferred to this card. It's money from someone buying my house. I want to confirm whether the money will arrive in my account immediately after the transfer. And if it arrives, can I transfer it out right away? I need it to buy something, it's urgent."
The account manager checked her bank card status and said with a smile, "Your card is a Class I card, which has no transfer limit."
If the other party uses mobile banking or a bank counter to transfer funds, and the funds arrive in real time, you will receive an SMS notification immediately. Once you receive the notification, you can transfer the money out anytime, no problem.
Reassured, Su Jing took out her phone again and searched for "prefab house customization manufacturers". She chose a reputable "honest prefab house factory" that was close to the suburbs and dialed its customer service number.
"Hello, this is Chengxin Prefabricated Housing Factory. How can I help you?" A polite male voice answered the phone.
"Hello, I would like to customize a 20㎡ single-person prefabricated house. It needs to have an insulation layer, a separate kitchen and bathroom, fireproof rock wool for the walls and roof, non-slip flooring, aluminum alloy doors and windows with anti-theft locks."
"Also, I need you to deliver it to the temporary warehouse in the suburban logistics park within 15 days. Can you do that? How much will it cost?" Su Jing rattled off her requirements in one breath, speaking very quickly.
The customer service representative paused, probably calculating, and after a few seconds said: "A 20㎡ prefabricated house, with insulation (50mm thick fireproof rock wool), independent kitchen and bathroom (simple toilet + sink + electric water heater), aluminum alloy doors and windows, if the materials are national standard materials, the total price is 120,000 yuan."
Delivery within 15 days is no problem, but a 50% deposit is required upfront, with the remaining 50% due upon delivery and installation.
However, you mentioned delivering to a temporary warehouse. We can deliver to your door, but installation will incur an extra charge. Or, would you like to find someone to install it yourself?
“No need for installation,” Su Jing said immediately. “I just need you to deliver the prefabricated house parts to the warehouse, and I’ll do the installation myself.”
The deposit is fine, but the remaining 50% will be paid after I confirm that the parts are in good condition.
Also, could you add a layer of soundproofing material to the walls of the prefabricated house? It's a bit noisy here, I'm willing to pay extra.
"Adding sound insulation cotton is no problem. It costs 50 yuan per square meter, so 20 square meters would cost 1,000 yuan, bringing the total price to 121,000 yuan."
"A deposit of 60,500 is required. If you pay the deposit today, we can arrange production tomorrow, and deliver the goods to the warehouse address you specified in 15 days." The customer service representative was very helpful.
“Okay,” Su Jing nodded. “Send me the company account number, and I’ll contact you to confirm after I transfer the money.”
After hanging up the phone, Su Jing checked the time; it was already noon. She ate a bowl of noodles near the bank and then went to the supermarket to buy several rolls of large plastic wrap and resealable bags.
Cooked food in the warehouse has a short shelf life. Before storing it in the warehouse, it should be wrapped in plastic wrap and then put in a sealed bag to extend its shelf life.
In the afternoon, she didn't go back to the logistics park. Instead, she wandered around the city and bought some commonly used tools: an entrenching tool, a multi-functional Swiss Army knife, a flashlight, and spare batteries, all of which she stuffed into her backpack.
She waited until 10 p.m. before taking a taxi to the logistics park—by then, almost everyone had left, leaving only a few streetlights on, casting a dim yellow light on the empty passageways, with only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the corrugated iron roofs of the warehouses.
Su Jing went to Grandpa Liu's place first and knocked on the door: "Grandpa Liu, I'm here to collect some things. Could you please open the warehouse door for me? I'll lock it after I'm done."
Grandpa Liu opened the door in his pajamas, holding a flashlight in his hand: "You're so late? I'll go with you and help you light the way."
“No need to trouble you, I can do it myself,” Su Jing said, taking the keys. “You should get some rest. I’ll bring the keys back to you when I’m done.”
Carrying her tool bag and plastic wrap, she walked alone to the warehouse door and unlocked it with her key.
The moment I pushed open the door, a smell mixed with the aroma of rice, instant noodles, and meat wafted out—the goods in the warehouse were all in good condition, without the slightest abnormality.
Su Jing closed the door, took out her phone from her backpack, turned on the flashlight mode, and walked to the cardboard box containing the cooked food.
She crouched down, opened a cardboard box, took out the vacuum-packed braised pork, carefully wrapped it in two layers of cling film, stuffed it into a sealed bag and sealed it, then focused her mind: "Store this box of braised pork into my spatial storage."
The next second, the braised pork disappeared. She used her mind to sense the space—the braised pork landed steadily in the "food area" next to Chen Feng's body that she had collected earlier, separated from the rice and instant noodles. The space's automatic classification function was quite useful.
She sped up, processing the cooked food first: five hundred servings of braised pork, five hundred hard-boiled eggs, and five hundred boxes of self-heating rice. Each serving was wrapped in plastic wrap, sealed in a bag, and then stored in her storage space in batches. After processing the cooked food, she began storing the bottled water.
Without any extra packaging, she simply focused her mind on the entire case of mineral water, and the case vanished, instantly creating a small mountain of water in the "water area" of her space.
Next came rice and instant noodles: five thousand kilograms of rice were packed into bags of fifty kilograms each, and she could collect the whole bag without opening it.
The same goes for the four hundred boxes of instant noodles. They were all put into the space, and the "grain and oil area" was quickly filled to the brim, but the space was still spacious—the more than seven thousand kilograms of goods only occupied less than one-fifth of the space.
Finally, there were the online shopping items that arrived today: two single tents. She first unfolded them to check them over, making sure they were not damaged, and then folded them up and put them into the "outdoor supplies area" of her space.
Ten down comforters can be stored in the whole bag without removing the vacuum bag.
Fifty pairs of thermal socks were packed in a large cloth bag. She picked up the bag, and with a thought, the bag disappeared, placed next to the tent and down comforter.
By the time all the goods in the warehouse were stored in the space, it was already past 1 a.m.
Su Jing leaned against the warehouse wall, took a breath, and scanned the space with her mind—it was filled with supplies: the grain and oil section had 5,000 jin of rice and 400 boxes of instant noodles; the food section had 500 servings of cooked food each; the water and beverage section had 1,000 bottles of mineral water; the outdoor supplies section had tents, down comforters, and warm socks; and there was also Chen Feng's body, along with his cell phone and wallet, which she had previously collected.
The entire space resembles a neat little warehouse, yet it occupies less than one-fifth of the area. With 7,140 square meters of space, there is indeed plenty of room for maneuver.
She locked the warehouse door, returned the key to Grandpa Liu, and then took a taxi home.
On the way, she took out her phone and sent a message to the prefabricated house factory's customer service: "I will pay the deposit around 10 a.m. tomorrow. Please send me the company account information and check your account."
Then he opened the agent's WeChat and sent a message: "We will sign the contract at the agency at 10 am tomorrow. I will be there on time. The buyer should bring the full payment, either cash or bank transfer. I want to receive 380,000 yuan in one lump sum."
The agent quickly replied: "Don't worry! The buyer has already confirmed. He'll bring his bank card tomorrow, and the money will be transferred directly to your card instantly."
Su Jing put down her phone, leaned back in the taxi seat, and watched the streetlights flash by outside the window.
After signing the house sale contract tomorrow and receiving the 380,000 yuan payment, I'll first pay the deposit for the prefab house, and then go buy a generator, gasoline, and common medicines—in the apocalypse of my previous life, power outages and illnesses were the most deadly, so I must stock up on these two items.
She closed her eyes, and the image of the space filled with supplies appeared in her mind, and a smile unconsciously crept onto her lips.
In this life, with space, sufficient resources, and memories of her past life, she is sure to live well and never again have to wander aimlessly in the apocalypse like she did in her past life, unable to even get a hot meal.
When the taxi stopped at the entrance of the old residential area, Su Jing paid the fare and slowly walked home with her backpack on.
The motion-activated lights in the hallway flickered on and off with her footsteps, casting a long shadow on the mottled wall—
After tomorrow, she will have to say goodbye to the old house where she has lived for more than ten years, but she is not sad at all, because she knows that the road ahead will be much easier than before.
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