The tents, sleeping bags, and other tools left behind by the original owner of the bunker were not practical.
Fortunately, the storage space contained a whole warehouse of supplies.
Winter clothing, silent generator, outdoor power supply, solid fuel, pots and pans, fresh meat and vegetables, hammer, drill, saw...
It has everything.
There's no need to worry about the steel pipes, planks, sheet metal, insulation, or welding machines needed to build the house.
You can find them at the building materials market near your neighborhood.
After taking inventory of the supplies, Liu Kai once again uttered that same感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection):
It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.
Because he had become accustomed to the million-dollar Hästens bedding.
If you go to sleep on a hard wooden bed that you built yourself, using a cheap mattress and blanket.
Without a doubt, he won't be able to sleep.
Fortunately, there were two identical king-size beds in the Imperial Villa above the bunker.
Waste is the greatest shame.
So he quickly climbed out of the bunker and came to the first floor of the villa, where the storage space instantly took away the entire set of bedding.
They then quietly left the Lishiquyuan residential complex.
I took out my snowmobile, which I hadn't used in a long time, and headed towards the building materials market.
The building materials market in the suburbs was also buried under the ice.
The surroundings were deathly silent and deserted, but the materials inside were well preserved.
Liu Kai found all the materials he needed to build the house very easily.
After all this commotion, it was already sunset when we returned to the bunker.
I saw Little Black and Little White swimming, panting heavily and almost exhausted.
His resentment finally dissipated, and he fished them out and took them upstairs to eat.
A sumptuous meal with fine wine is the perfect reward for a hard day's work.
With dreams of making a fortune, Liu Kai washed up and went to bed early.
In a dream.
He felt like he had become Smaug, the dragon from The Hobbit.
Alone, I hid in the vast, empty castle on the isolated mountain.
He was surrounded by countless gold coins, and he lazily buried his body in them.
He exhaled scorching dragon breath and slept for a hundred years.
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