"Still calling me 'dear,' doesn't it just make you sick?"
Qian Ying had clung to herself throughout the entire university period.
Constantly chattering about this and that.
Had it not been for the things she said before her death in her past life, Annan wouldn't have believed that she had harbored hatred ever since their first meeting.
An absolute movie queen! It's a pity not to blend into the showbiz.
Purging the two siblings into the blacklist, her phone seemed a lot cleaner. There's no point wasting time on them, the real show is yet to come.
After a busy day, Annan turned on music, took a cosy bath, turned off the lights and laid on the long-missed comfortable bed, planning her schedule for the next day.
Safety remains the top priority.
Once the apocalypse comes, not only must one endure the danger of natural disasters, but also guard against the insanity of one's own kind.
Those peaceful and friendly neighbors will gradually reveal the darkest side of their human nature due to the constantly dwindling survival resources.
Scaling walls, breaking locks, burglarizing homes. The strong join forces, while the weak are left to suffer.
In her last life, she had taken martial arts classes, and had decent self-defense skills, yet she was still harmed by invaders in her home.
In this life, she needs to prepare in advance...
After sorting out her plans for the next day, the day-worn Annan gradually fell asleep.
Ever since the apocalypse was upon them, she hasn't had a peaceful and comfortable sleep like this-society was stable, the neighborhood harmonious, no need to worry about closing her eyes only to have a knife-wielding man break in.
Soft moonlight spilled through, illuminating An Nan's beautiful sleeping face.
"Dong, dong, dong"
An Nan, who had just fallen asleep, was awoken by a series of knocking sounds.
The heightened alertness developed over four years of surviving the apocalypse had her sitting up in an instant.
What was that noise?
Listening carefully, it sounded like it was coming from downstairs, the sound of bone chopping.
In the dead of night, if you want to eat ribs, couldn't you order takeout instead of chopping them yourself?
An Nan detested noises like these.
In the late stage of the apocalypse, when food was hard to come by, many resorted to eating corpses.
The sound of crude dismemberment was just like this...
Even though it was currently the height of peace and prosperity, nothing horrific happening, these loud noises made it hard to sleep well. After waiting for a good while, the noise continued.
An Nan wiped the sweat from her goosebumped arm, dressed herself, and headed downstairs.
Did similar noises exist in her past life? She'd never paid any attention...
An Nan lived in 1402. When she arrived downstairs, she saw the door to 1301 was wide open.
A shaven-headed man with a draped jacket emerged from inside, already banging at door 1302.
"Is enough not enough?! Does someone get to sleep in the middle of the night or not?!"
The inside quieted down instantly.
After a good while, just as the buzz-cut guy and An'nan were about to leave, the door opened a crack.
A fat, greasy face peered out. The chubby middle-aged man shows an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, my friend gifted me half a pig. My wife's processing it, and it might have disturbed you all."
The buzz-haired man waived his hand in irritation, "Alright, stop it now and continue in the daytime!"
"Okay, sorry for the trouble."
The man, sweating at his forehead and evasive in his gaze, quickly closed the door behind him.
The buzz-haired man also grumbled and went home.
Annan glanced at the tightly shut door of unit 1302, her brows slightly furrowed.
Why does this chubby uncle seem a bit strange?
She thought for a moment, then turned and went home.
Four years of survival in the apocalypse taught her to mind her own business when it had nothing to do with her.
This fat man was no good guy. In her previous life, he incited some neighbors to wreak havoc everywhere while he hid in the back, reaping the benefits.
What a schemer.
The next day, Annan got up early, looking for a loan company. She needed money, but selling the house took time she couldn't afford.
Although the bank could provide a mortgage loan, the amount was limited, and disbursement also took time.
So Annan directly sought out a loan shark company.
After all, they didn't need to pay the money back given the end of the world was near.
Her apartment was 100 square meters. She had purchased it at 30,000 per square meter.
The housing market had plummeted in recent years to just over 20,000 per square meter. The market value of this apartment was around 2.5 million.
The party on the other side suggested they could lend her 2 million.
Annan: "I would like 2.5 million. Lend it to me for a week, and I'll give you directly a promissory note for 5 million."
She took out a photocopy of her old household registration, borrowed the name of her sugar daddy, demonstrating her family's economic strength.
The eyes of the person in charge on the other end lit up.
They mortgaged Annan's house deed and quickly transferred the amount.
They had plenty of ways to collect debts, and were not afraid of her not repaying the money.
They thought, chuckling to themselves: 'It's easy to make money off the rich second generation.'
After receiving the money, Annan briskly walked out and found a few online lending platforms, borrowed an additional 500,000 to round up to 3 million.
Then, she found a home renovation company and ordered explosion-proof glass and explosion-proof armored doors.
With a little extra money, they could install it by noon. The apartments at Maple Forest
Scenic View all had one elevator for every two households, with 15 floors in total. Each household's elevator card could only access their respective floor.
Inside each floor, between the staircase and the entrance to the two apartments, there was a lockable stainless steel gate.
Basically, each floor had an independent corridor door.
After this door was locked, the only access to this floor was via the elevator.
Not long after the end of the world, the power system crumbled, making the elevator inoperative.