Chapter 6 - Chapter 6: Building the Ultimate Safehouse

Chen Xiong smiled. "That's good. Our interest rate is 4%. If you borrow 5 million, you'll need to repay 7 million. So, you'll need to sign an IOU for 7 million." "Additionally, you must provide collateral of sufficient value—such as a house, factory, or car." Zhang Yi pretended to hesitate for a moment, then gritted his teeth and pulled out the property deed from his pocket. It was the same deed he had used for his loan at the bank, and it just so happened to be with him. "This house of mine is worth over 5 million. I'll use it as collateral. I also have a car worth 300,000 RMB. If I can't repay, feel free to take it." This was the first time Chen Xiong had encountered such an eager and straightforward client. He quickly took the property deed to check it. After looking over the details of Zhang Yi's house, Chen Xiong felt even more satisfied. According to the current market value, the house was worth at least 5.5 million! And with the car added in, this deal was already a sure win. However, Chen Xiong still put on a face of slight dissatisfaction. "Mr. Zhang, your house is worth around 4 or 5 million at most. But to borrow 5 million from me, I'm afraid it's not quite enough." Zhang Yi made a horrified expression and said anxiously, "Boss Chen, you have to help me out! I'm in urgent need of money." "If you can transfer the money today, I'll accept 4.5 million!" Chen Xiong and Hu Minghua exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with mockery. This was exactly the kind of business they thrived on. The more urgent the client, the harder they could squeeze! "No, no, this deal really isn't worth it." After some back and forth bargaining, they eventually agreed on 4 million. However, Zhang Yi insisted that the money must be transferred into his account today. The loan company, though unscrupulous, had incredible efficiency. That was probably their only advantage over the bank. After signing the contract, Zhang Yi's account was quickly credited with 4 million in cash. He secretly laughed to himself. For Chen Xiong, this money was essentially like a dog biting a meat bun—gone with no return. Er... Wait, did that sound like an insult to himself? Zhang Yi happily walked away with the money. As soon as he left, laughter erupted in the office from Chen Xiong and Hu Minghua. "Hahaha! This deal was so easy. That dumb kid really took 4 million and walked out," Chen Xiong gloated. "At least we'll make 2 to 3 million on this one. We won't have to worry about this month's performance!" Hu Minghua leaned on the desk and chuckled, "Boss, he signed the contract so easily. Do you think there's something wrong with the house?" Chen Xiong, holding the property deed, smiled and said, "The deed is real, no problem. As long as the house is his, he won't escape!" With the deed and the 7 million IOU, they would find a way to get that house from Zhang Yi, no matter what. And they had plenty of other methods to drain him dry. Chen Xiong narrowed his eyes, sipping his coffee elegantly. "If it really comes down to it, we can contact some overseas agencies and see if he has any valuable 'parts' to sell." "We never make a losing deal!" --- Zhang Yi happily left the loan company. He glanced back at the office building with a faint smile of mockery. "They're all such good people, just giving me money to spend." From now on, Zhang Yi and Chen Xiong, as well as Hu Minghua, would have no further dealings. In fact, there was a high probability that they would all die in the upcoming apocalyptic cold wave, a month from now. With the 9 million RMB he now had, Zhang Yi was fully capable of executing his plans. He drove to the famous *Zhanlong Security* company in Tianhai City. Zhanlong was one of the largest security companies in China, specializing in providing protection services for wealthy people and celebrities. Sometimes, even government officials would hire them for protection. Zhang Yi sought them out because, in his past life, he had heard about how Zhanlong had built a top-tier safehouse for Jiangnan Province's richest real estate tycoon. It was said that this real estate mogul was able to live a comfortable life during the apocalypse, all thanks to the security house Zhanlong built for him. Zhang Yi arrived at Zhanlong Security and explained his purpose at the front desk. Immediately, a staff member took him to a waiting room. The receptionist served him freshly brewed coffee. Before long, a burly man with a crew cut entered. He was wearing a black suit, and it looked like the fabric might tear at any moment due to his muscular build. However, the sight of such a figure would instantly give any client a sense of security. "Hello, sir. I'm Wu Huairen, the business manager. How can we assist you today?" the man asked, sitting next to Zhang Yi. Zhang Yi took a sip of his coffee and said, "I need you to build me a safehouse." "A safehouse that can withstand the apocalypse." Wu Huairen's expression immediately turned serious upon hearing this. If anyone else had said something like this, it would sound ridiculous. Because no one would believe in the so-called "apocalypse." But for Zhanlong Security, this wasn't a joke. After all, the wealthiest and most powerful people in the world were often the most afraid of death. Many years ago, some foreign billionaires had spent billions of dollars building their own doomsday bunkers. In recent years, many wealthy individuals around the world had followed suit. Some of them might genuinely be afraid of natural disasters, while others simply wanted to be prepared for a world full of enemies. Zhanlong's doomsday safehouses were a direct response to this market demand. Upon hearing Zhang Yi's request, Wu Huairen immediately became polite and respectful. Such big orders were rare for them. "Mr. Zhang, Zhanlong is a world-class security company. We can certainly meet your requirements." Wu Huairen pulled out a tablet and handed it to Zhang Yi. "Our services are all custom-made. You can choose the options you need from the list, and there are corresponding prices listed as well." In the age of information, communication was incredibly convenient. Zhang Yi took the tablet and began reviewing the services carefully. It was clear that a professional company like Zhanlong was able to meet almost any request, as long as the money was right. They even offered options for building safehouses 100 meters underground or beneath the sea. However, such projects would take too long for Zhang Yi—he only had a month to prepare.