If we hadn't signed the contract in this life, we probably wouldn't have met. I'll go back to China tomorrow and stay by Qiao An's side from now on.
"Secretary Cai, please book me a flight back to China for tomorrow."
"Okay, Mr. Shen. There's a flight tomorrow morning at 11:30, arriving around 4:30 PM. Only economy class seats are available. Is that alright?"
“Okay.” Shen Yanming noticed out of the corner of his eye that Cai Chun had booked two plane tickets, probably including himself in the order, but none of that mattered.
Shen Yanming lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and recalled his past life. The apocalypse came silently, and no one felt it coming. Yet, no one could escape it.
What's the most scarce thing in the apocalypse? Food! During the three years I experienced, food production decreased year by year, and the feeling of being hungry every day was truly awful.
Not only are food yields low, but climate change has triggered a series of chain reactions, leading to increasingly higher prices for daily necessities and clothing, eventually making them unavailable even for those with money.
All energy-related materials are strictly controlled, and resources are allocated per person. However, in the face of an unusually long, cold winter, one's own share is simply not enough.
The first three years of the apocalypse won't be fatal, but they will be very difficult. And what about after that? Who knows what challenges await?
Shen Yanming didn't want to go through another day of pessimism and despair. The image of Bi Qiaoan's thin frame lingered in his mind.
I need to make some arrangements when I get back, and quietly store some supplies.
Shen Yanming smiled bitterly. Heaven had given him plenty of time to prepare, but he didn't know if the preparations he made would be useful to him in the future.
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