"What an idiot! You're definitely screwed this time."
Zhang Ming watched Wang Hao's car leave and scoffed, muttering under his breath.
After Zhang Ming's persuasive talk, Wang Hao had already signed a five-million contract.
The prices of drugs are regulated, but medical equipment is a different story. There's a significant gap between the guide price and the real price.
That's a whopping five million!
Wang Hao could work his entire life and still not earn that kind of money.
He's doomed!
Meanwhile, inside the car, Wang Hao glanced at the rear-view mirror, cursed "idiot" in return, and slammed on the gas, speeding away.
These medications are quite precious and don't take up much space, so he planned to store them at his villa.
Medications like penicillin, diphenhydramine immunoglobulin, tetanus toxin injections, and insulin need refrigerated storage.
"Zhang Ming is indeed capable to manage to acquire so many drugs and medical equipment. In a post-apocalypse, he might just survive."
Wang Hao pondered while driving.
He drove very cautiously, because getting into an accident at this time would be a real joke.
Luckily his car is big, usually, it would be the other party who's out of luck in a crash.
Otherwise, he'd have to hire someone.
[Grandpa, your grandson is calling you.]
"Hello?"
"Haha, President Wang! I've got everything ready. Just tell me a place, and I'll send the stuff over?"
Pang Hu's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"So fast?"
Wang Hao seemed a bit surprised.
It seemed to have taken just one day!
"For your matters, I naturally do my best to handle them, hahaha."
Pang Hu laughed heartily, flattered Wang Hao with nonchalance.
"Alright! I'll head over this afternoon."
...
"Haha, President Wang, why not just point out a location? Why bother coming personally!"
Outside the warehouse, Wang Hao stepped off the taxi as Pang Hu warmly approached him.
His demeanor was just like Zhang Ming's.
A few small bosses beside him greeted Wang Hao, flattering him by calling him President Wang.
The enthusiasm was overflowing.
"Alright! Let's have a look at the goods. I don't care about the money, but if there's a problem with the goods, don't blame me for turning hostile."
Wang Hao took on a boss-like demeanor as he walked into the warehouse, issuing a warning.
"Haha, how would I dare! We've signed a contract, and it's not my first day doing business here,"
Pang Hu reassured with a smile, leading Wang Hao to check the inventory.
The goods indeed had no issues.
Although Wang Hao was neurotic, they dared not go to extremes by scamming him with counterfeit goods.
Besides, they were items such as grains, salt, and sugar — not worth falsifying.
"Alright! Send everything to this address."
Once verified, Wang Hao handed over a note with the location of his rented temporary warehouse to Pang Hu.
"Got it! I'll arrange it now."
Pang Hu chuckled and handed Wang Hao over to the other bosses for hospitality while he went to organize the logistics.
"Hey, President Wang, are you interested in this batch of canned goods? They're leftover military items, top quality, with a long shelf life."
"I want them, but I don't have the money to pay you now; can it be settled at the end of the year?"
Wang Hao glanced at him. Inside, he was chuckling, initially thinking these people were merely suppliers of what he had previously ordered.
Turns out they were all brought by Pang Hu to rip him off.
This was kind of amusing!
"Haha, no problem. Everyone knows about President Wang's capabilities."
The boss laughed heartily; Pang Hu was spot on — this guy was a brainwashed survivalist lunatic.
"President Wang, I have a lot of preserved meat and sausages that are also very storable and high quality."
"I have dried goods, all excellent stuff."
...
Everyone surrounded Wang Hao with sales pitches, offering items perfect for storage.
Clearly catering to his preferences.
Wang Hao, like a brainwashed fool, signed for them all.
So joyous were the people, they were nearly eager to kneel and call him daddy.
And the joy in Wang Hao's heart rivaled theirs.
Canned goods, preserved meats — all these were high-value items. He had stored some before, but it was done meticulously.
Now, they were offered like cabbages, and the most incredible part was they cost nothing.
Con artists!
Simply wonderful.
"President Wang, won't you have a meal with us? The way you've supported our business, it's a must to dine together."
They were still coaxing Wang Hao to eat until night.
Then perhaps a bath and a foot massage.
"No need, I still need to keep an eye on things over at the warehouse. Perhaps later! If there's a chance, I'll treat you all."
Wang Hao politely declined their invitation.
Drinking leads to delays!
Not to mention baths and massages.
The apocalypse is about to hit, and he doesn't want any accidents now.
"Haha, alright then. When President Wang is less busy, we'll invite you again."
Pang Hu laughed, not pressing further.
"Brother Hu, you've really done it. He actually took everything."
After Wang Hao left in the taxi, the small bosses erupted in excitement.
"Indeed! Hard to believe that guy is truly a hopeless survivalist nut. Does he really think the apocalypse is coming?"
"If my guess is right, he's recently gotten obsessed, temporarily brainwashed, hence the frantic hoarding."
"Yes! Once he realizes, he'll likely sell back to us."
"By then, we can ruthlessly slash the price and gain another fortune, haha."
"Let's go, let's go — if he won't join us, we'll have a drink ourselves, then get a massage."
.....
The bosses cleared a wave of inventory, made a big profit, each feeling absolutely elated.
It would be a waste not to indulge at this moment.
Meanwhile
Wang Hao arrived at the large warehouse.
He supervised the workers unloading the goods the whole time.
One big truck after another rolled in, and seeing the idle goods filled Wang Hao with excitement.
These were his assets in the apocalypse!
With these supplies, he could master everything after the apocalypse, achieving a leap in class.
For the following period.
Wang Hao became busier than ever.
Too many people knew the location of the large warehouse.
Pang Hu, the truck drivers, and the loading workers.
These people all earned a living in this city; when the apocalypse strikes, they'd surely eye this spot.
Even if they couldn't come personally, they could reveal its location to others, even the government.
Besides! His actions create a big topic; they'll definitely talk about it with others.
So the large warehouse was only a temporary storage point for Wang Hao.
He had secretly rented several small warehouses elsewhere, which were the real stockpiling locations.
He hired trucks and movers from out of town.
To gradually relocate the goods to these small warehouses.
He even stored a batch of supplies in his rural hometown.
He knew he mustn't put all eggs in one basket and decided to diversify his investments.