Zhang Yi scoffed coldly.
In his previous life, he had misjudged the severity of the snowstorm. He had thought he could sell a huge favor to his neighbors by sharing some of the supplies he had hoarded. But what happened?
Not only did he not receive any gratitude, but people also started to assume he still had plenty of supplies at home.
The end result was that he was killed in a home invasion, his body used as food.
It could be said that the old woman, Aunt Lin, had a hand in his death last time!
A smirk curled on his lips as he lazily sent a voice message back.
"Well, that's perfect! We've run out of food too. Aunt Lin, when you've gathered all the supplies, could you spare me a little bit?"
Aunt Lin, enraged, started cursing immediately.
"Pah! Who are you trying to fool? You've definitely hoarded plenty of supplies at home."
"Hmph, after all these years working at the warehouse, I don't believe you've kept your hands clean!"
She was so sure of this because Zhang Yi often helped neighbors buy discounted goods from the Walmart warehouse, like items with damaged packaging or near-expiry food, all sold at incredibly low prices. As an insider, he had the right to purchase these goods first. Sometimes, the warehouse would even give them out as employee benefits.
Aunt Lin's face turned ashen. She clenched her teeth but still refused to give up.
She saw Zhang Yi as a big fish—if she could get him to give up his supplies, she and her grandson could survive for at least another week!
Taking a deep breath, Aunt Lin tried to speak in a tone that was both gentle and stern.
"Xiao Zhang, don't joke around. Everyone knows you work at the Walmart warehouse—there's no way your family's lacking food or drink."
"This is an order from the organization. You must comply! You've made contributions, and both the neighbors and the organization will remember your kindness."
"Be a role model, and send the supplies from your home over to me!"
Zhang Yi casually picked up a toothpick to pick at his teeth. He had eaten roasted lamb leg at lunch, and some meat was stuck between his teeth.
In a lazy tone, he responded, "I'm not kidding, we've really run out of everything. Even landlords don't have extra food these days!"
"Aunt Lin, why don't you send me a few packs of instant noodles? As a member of the neighborhood committee, you should set an example and show some spirit!"
Zhang Yi's sarcasm was thick.
Seeing that Zhang Yi wasn't taking her seriously, Aunt Lin knew that trying to coax him wouldn't work. She made her tone more forceful, lowering her voice.
"Zhang Yi!"
"So it's impossible to talk to you nicely, huh?"
"Do you think I'm speaking to you on a personal level? I'm representing the organization!"
"Refusing to hand over your supplies means you're going against the organization, and I'll make sure to deal with you later!"
Zhang Yi sneered.
"Pah!"
"Represent the organization? You really think a chicken feather is a military order?"
"You're just a community worker. Don't even talk to me about civil servants—you're not even a staff member with a proper government position."
"You're used to fooling around with old men and women, but now you're trying to act tough with me? Are you out of your mind?"
"Feel free to try whatever you want; I'll be waiting at home for you!"
Zhang Yi ruthlessly exposed Aunt Lin's true nature.
Community workers were just social workers—they didn't have any formal government roles. Aunt Lin, in particular, was just a lowly errand runner, not even a small leader.
Of course, even if she were some high-ranking official, Zhang Yi wouldn't care.
After cursing Aunt Lin out, Zhang Yi hung up the phone and blocked her contact.
Such foul-mouthed old women loved to argue in the streets, but he didn't have the time or energy to indulge her.
This move nearly made Aunt Lin's blood boil.
This Zhang Yi had repeatedly opposed her, humiliating her in front of everyone, making it impossible for her to maintain her self-appointed "leadership" role in the neighborhood.
"Zhang Yi, you worthless bastard! I… I really want to kill you!"
Aunt Lin shouted in anger.
But all she could do was curse him a couple of times. In reality, she was in no position to do anything to Zhang Yi herself, especially now that she was in danger of freezing and starving.
She briefly considered kicking Zhang Yi out of the community chat.
But on second thought, that wouldn't really harm him.
She thought about calling for a collective condemnation of Zhang Yi in the group.
But that would only expose the fact that Zhang Yi had refused to hand over supplies, and if everyone followed his example, her scam would be over.
No matter what, at this moment, there was nothing Aunt Lin could do to Zhang Yi.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, but she had no way to release her frustration and had to swallow her fury.
For now, the priority was to deceive others.
She had to act quickly and get their supplies before they all realized what was happening!
...
Over the next two days, Aunt Lin used a mix of persuasion and threats to actually manage to steal some supplies from several households.
However, not everyone was naive.
In the apocalypse, the first thing everyone thought about was how to survive, especially for their families.
Some people chose to ignore Aunt Lin completely.
Others, with a more fiery temperament, directly yelled at her to get lost when she came to ask for supplies.
As for people like Chen Zhenghao and Xu Hao, who weren't easy to mess with, Aunt Lin didn't even dare to approach them.
Zhang Yi was watching everything through the surveillance cameras.
But he had no interest in interfering with other people's business; he was content playing his games and eating his food.
By the time the fifth day of the snowstorm arrived, the group chat had started to turn tense.
Initially, the neighbors had been patient, waiting for official aid, but as food and heating supplies ran out, their mood began to sour.
Especially those who had been duped by Aunt Lin into giving away their supplies were now questioning her in the group chat about how the resources would be redistributed.
"@Unit 25, 1502 – Aunt Lin, you said you'd redistribute the supplies, so when do we get some?"
"We've run out of food, it's been two days now—can you spare us some?"
"Yeah, you promised to redistribute things, so why haven't we seen anything?"
The residents started shouting, including those who hadn't given anything up earlier, all hoping to grab some of the supplies.
Aunt Lin seemed to vanish, leaving no reply.
She could see the messages, but at this point, she had no intention of sharing any supplies.
Only she and Zhang Yi truly understood what was happening in the building.
Out there, chaos had already begun—only those with supplies could survive. Everyone else was waiting to die!
Holding her grandson tightly, Aunt Lin gritted her teeth in the fifth layer of blankets and muttered, "The supplies I worked so hard to steal—there's no way I'm giving them back!"