Rebirth: I Am Super Rich in Apocalypse
Chapter 248: Clearing Supplies

Chapter 248: Chapter 248: Clearing Supplies

He went to the kitchen, where there were plenty of cabinets and hanging cupboards.

Everyone had looked at the entrance earlier, and there wasn’t much outside.

It could only be inside, and Old Xu must be hiding there as well.

"My God, tsk tsk tsk, indeed a lot!

All these are the looted goods from the common folk, what a bargain for us."

Zhang Kaiyang’s somewhat playful words were truly exciting.

The issue with the people on the eighth floor had been resolved.

Honestly, it wasn’t as difficult as imagined.

Now, in addition to cleaning up the battlefield, all the usable items in this house needed to be organized.

Just as Zhang Kaiyang said, such a great bargain was a rare opportunity.

Why waste it? Making the most of things is the greatest respect.

The kitchen was left to Liang Kang and Zhang Kaiyang, while Jhiang Yuan and the other two girls went to the bedroom.

The master bedroom only had a bunk bed, the simplest kind with an upper and lower bunk.

The three divided the work among themselves, with Jhiang Yuan in charge of the wardrobe and Ye Mianmian responsible for the bedding.

There were also two desks in the room, the type with drawers and little doors, which were left for Fan Qing to search.

There were indeed a lot of clothes in the wardrobe.

A complete mess, and inside was a drawer with a few plastic bags.

Jhiang Yuan didn’t need any for herself, but the others might not feel the same.

With such a rare opportunity, it was better to collect more.

She didn’t bother organizing, as everything was already in disarray inside; all were thin clothes, not really suitable for the current season.

A few pieces were obviously unwashed, reeking of sweat.

With recent humidity, the smell inside was truly unpleasant.

She didn’t care, stuffing everything in, for whoever wanted it.

"Oh, my God, there’s so much random stuff on this bed, how did these people sleep here?"

Ye Mianmian also had her values refreshed. It’s said that single men have messy homes, but it shouldn’t be as bad as this!

Fan Qing’s situation was better; other than some trash, the rest was acceptable.

Jhiang Yuan sped up her work, and in the end, there were a few items she couldn’t fit.

There weren’t many bags left, and there was a decent amount of underwear, which could just be thrown away.

Their group probably didn’t need them.

The remaining clothes were placed on the floor, just sorted out.

There were still some items in the drawers, but they were mostly documents and various small items.

"Haha, there’s actually a piggy bank here, and it seems there’s money in it!"

Fan Qing held a little golden piggy bank in her hands, clearly a promotional gift from some campaign.

Well, at least she found something.

"Okay, I’m done here. Don’t bother with these quilts, they smell too bad."

"Right, I found quite a lot of clothes here, but they also stink."

"Really speechless, how could they live like this."

The grand gathering of single men was too horrifying.

The group then moved on to the secondary bedroom, which also had a bunk bed.

The division of labor among Jhiang Yuan and the others remained unchanged; she was still in charge of the wardrobe.

First get some bags from the kitchen—they were necessary for packing.

"Oh, my God, I forgot there was one here too."

Ye Mianmian, startled, prompted Song Yi, who was tidying the living room, to rush over.

"Jhiang Yuan, are you okay?"

"No, no problem..."

As she spoke, she pointed at the guy lying on the bed, who was already stiff.

Song Yi, without a word, went over and hoisted him up, then threw him out of the window.

My goodness, he really had quite some strength.

Song Yi didn’t come back; he still had his own tasks.

Everyone started to get busy, Jhiang Yuan could hardly believe it—the closet here had even more clothes, but it was much more organized.

It must have belonged to two people, with an adjacent set of double doors on another closet, which perhaps was shared.

Once she finished tidying up this side, she planned to pull open that closet.

As the door opened, a person with long hair unexpectedly fell out.

"Jesus..."

She reflexively took a step back and then reached out to stop it.

This noise was even louder than before, and both Ye Mianmian and Fan Qing quickly looked over.

All three men ran over as well, crowding at the doorway.

"What’s the matter?"

After that "person" fell over, there was no movement, still dressed in rather revealing lace attire.

"What the hell is this?"

Jhiang Yuan was genuinely frightened, but Song Yi hurried over, pulling her behind him.

That face-to-face experience was just too close for comfort, catching her off guard.

Her heart was "thumping" so hard, it felt like it would leap out of her throat.

Zhang Kaiyang suddenly let out a quiet laugh, then quickly put on a serious face.

"It’s okay, don’t be scared, this is good stuff."

Saying that, he went over to pick up the "person".

Only then did Jhiang Yuan see clearly—it wasn’t a real person, just a model, but it was very lifelike.

"Alright, let’s move on, hurry up."

Saying so, he carried the model out.

Suddenly realizing something, Jhiang Yuan’s face flushed red.

She quickly bent down to her task, stuffing clothes into a bag.

This side was much neater now, with clothes at least folded.

The other two girls also had varying degrees of success in their search.

Anything usable was moved to the living room, regardless of the blood-stained floor.

"There are some torn quilts in the room, I didn’t take them, if anyone wants them, go get them."

None of the four families were short on quilts, so no one went to get them.

Jhiang Yuan brought the unwanted clothes over and laid them on the steps going upstairs.

This way it would be more convenient for everyone when they returned.

They focused on sorting out food and other important items first; Zhang Kaiyang and others filled several plastic food bags.

He and Liang Kang went up first, then the rest of the items were relayed upstairs by several people.

Floor by floor, everything was moved up to the ninth floor first.

Song Yi, along with the three "warrior women," didn’t rest, keeping an eye on the situation in the opposite building.

After the tenth floor, things got easier.

At least the stairs were normal, and there was no ice or anything, which made walking safer.

Song Yi was the last to close the eighth-floor door, and he also locked all the doors in the stairwell.

Each floor was locked, and when the two men came down, they took more items to continue upwards.

They still went floor by floor, which was quite fast.

Upon reaching the thirteenth floor, they didn’t lock the door since 1301 was occupied.

They said it was locked, but you could open it by sticking your hand inside and pulling.

Anyone with a bit of experience could figure it out.

They couldn’t leave no way out for others.

Soon, all the items had made it to the twentieth floor.

They were put in 2002, as it was unsafe to leave them in the corridor.

"If we go over there later, will they have looted the entire neighborhood’s supplies?"

Liang Kang looked at the items, his eyes gleaming, like a wolf lurking in the night.

"Well, that’s uncertain. What, regretting you acted too early?

Ha ha ha..."