Three days later, through Wu Huairen's connections, Zhang Ye successfully acquired two guns and 100 rounds of ammunition.
Although the price was a bit steep, Zhang Ye had no complaints.
With this heavy firepower in his hands, he felt even more confident about his safety in the apocalypse.
As for the medications needed for the end times, he had also completed the transaction with Zhou Hairun and obtained five crates of imported high-grade medicine.
Another week passed.
Wu Huairen called Zhang Ye and told him that the safe house had been built according to his specifications.
He asked Zhang Ye to come back and inspect it.
Only then did Zhang Ye leave the hotel he had been staying at for a while and drive back to the Yuelu community.
Wu Huairen personally accompanied Zhang Ye to inspect the house.
As soon as he stepped inside, Zhang Ye couldn't help but be impressed.
Zhanlong Security truly lived up to its reputation as a top-tier security company in the country.
Their speed and quality in building the safe house were impeccable.
The entire house had been reinforced with 200mm-thick alloy plates, just as Zhang Ye had requested.
From the outside, it looked no different than before.
Wu Huairen patiently explained everything to Zhang Ye.
"The ventilation system is military-grade, capable of filtering out any harmful gases, preventing toxic gas attacks from the outside."
"Additionally, the entire insulation system has been redone using professional-grade materials from the Arctic Research Institute."
"Apart from the fireplace built according to your request, it can also block 99.5% of heat loss."
At this point, Wu Huairen gave Zhang Ye a mysterious smile.
"Also, to ensure your safety, we've installed a surveillance system throughout the entire building. A total of 300 cameras allow you to monitor every floor."
Zhang Ye was amazed and at a loss for words.
He could only sigh—having money really could buy things beyond ordinary imagination.
He walked to the balcony and found that it had been remodeled into a massive floor-to-ceiling window.
Wu Huairen explained, "The window materials are both bulletproof and blast-resistant—stronger even than the 200mm alloy plates."
"And it also ensures natural light and allows for necessary outside observation."
Zhang Ye was very satisfied with this safe house.
Unless an army equipped with heavy weapons came knocking, no one could force their way into his home.
Even if the entire building collapsed, his room would likely remain untouched.
"I'm very satisfied with the safe house you built," Zhang Ye said to Wu Huairen with a smile.
Wu Huairen beamed as well.
He handed Zhang Ye a document to sign and said, "If everything is in order, please settle the remaining balance within three months."
Zhang Ye smiled and nodded, "Of course, of course!"
But in truth, he had no intention of ever paying the remaining balance.
Just the thought of getting a nearly ten-million-yuan safe house for a mere one-million-yuan deposit was incredibly satisfying!
Zhang Ye lay on the sofa, admiring what could only be described as a perfect safe house.
However, after some thought, he realized he had overlooked a very important thing.
The source of life!
Zhang Ye slapped his forehead. "Damn, how could I forget something as vital as water?"
After the Frozen Apocalypse arrived, although it would be freezing cold outside and ice could be harvested for water,
temperatures would average around minus 60 to 70 degrees Celsius, and stepping outside could mean facing great danger.
Zhang Ye could not tolerate such a glaring flaw in his safe house!
After thinking it through, he immediately ordered 100 huge water storage barrels via a delivery app.
They could store up to 500 cubic meters of water—enough to last him several years.
Plus, he could always retrieve bottled water from the warehouse later, so the issue of water resources was now perfectly resolved.
As expected, the delivery guy was fast.
Within a few hours, the barrels were delivered to his door.
Zhang Ye went to the gate of the community and asked Uncle You, the security guard, to let the delivery in.
Seeing that Zhang Ye had bought another batch of strange items, the neighbors started gossiping again.
"Is there something wrong with Zhang Ye?"
"Yeah, he keeps buying all sorts of weird stuff every day."
"Just the other day, during renovations, I saw people carrying in steel plates that were at least ten centimeters thick."
"Pfft, maybe he's lost it—trying to build a safe house like in those movies!"
"I've seen videos of rich people abroad doing that kind of thing when they're bored. Isn't that just overthinking?"
"And now he's bought all those water barrels. Does he think Tianhai City will run out of water? Hahaha!"
"Huh? Isn't Tianhai right by the sea?"
Faced with the neighbors' mocking tone, Zhang Ye didn't bother arguing with them.
He only sneered to himself—once the Frozen Apocalypse arrived, they'd realize just how foolish they were now.
Zhang Ye had no interest in explaining.
Because to them, he was just a fool—they'd never listen to his kind warnings.
They might even turn around and accuse him of spreading rumors and disturbing public order.
He could end up getting arrested for it.
At the gate, Uncle You was chatting with Old Man Tang.
Uncle You walked over enthusiastically and asked, "Little Zhang, what are you doing with all these water barrels? If you need help, just let me know—I'll give you a hand."
Zhang Ye looked at the kindhearted Uncle You and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
Uncle You was a retired soldier with no children, and had been a security guard in the neighborhood for over a decade—always diligent and responsible.
In his previous life, he had donated his last bit of food to save a starving mother and daughter and ended up starving to death himself.
He was one of the rare beacons of humanity Zhang Ye had encountered in the apocalypse.
So Zhang Ye said to Uncle You, "Uncle You, the weather's been strange this year. I have some inside information that this winter is going to be rough."
"Just in case, you should stock up on some food and water. Prices might skyrocket later."
Uncle You and Zhang Ye had always gotten along well.
He knew Zhang Ye was a kind and good-natured young man.
And older folks always tended to have a stronger sense of caution, so upon hearing this, he immediately frowned.
"Little Zhang, are you serious? Is the info reliable?"
Zhang Ye nodded. "Look at all the stuff I've prepared. You should at least get some instant noodles and bottled water—those things won't go bad, and it's fine to stock up."
Uncle You immediately nodded.
Living alone, he already liked to keep some noodles and sausages at home for convenience.
Since Zhang Ye reminded him, he'd take some time to buy more.
Even if nothing happened, having peace of mind was worth it—those supplies had a long shelf life anyway.
But Old Man Tang, who overheard their conversation, walked over and said, "Little Zhang, you mustn't say things like that."
"Our society is peaceful and stable—how could there be a shortage of supplies? Saying things like this might get you reported for spreading rumors. You could be summoned for questioning!"
Zhang Ye rolled his eyes but didn't respond further.
He had already given his warning. Whether they believed it or not was no longer his concern.