The underground cold storage of the villa has been installed.
Various frozen foods have already filled it up.
Rice, oil, salt, vinegar, tea, all kinds of snacks, various medicines, and even some outdoor equipment like bows and arrows and daggers have basically been prepared.
These things are enough for Wang Hao to happily live out the rest of his life.
But he is not satisfied.
If the apocalypse arrives, then everything will be reset.
In almost all doomsday novels, food is hard currency.
If you can stockpile a large amount of food, you can either exchange it for things you need later, or use it as capital to recruit manpower and become a local emperor.
Looking at the balance in his wallet, plus the newly acquired compensation of eighty thousand, he still has three hundred and twenty thousand left.
Wang Hao couldn't help but let out a long sigh, this money is really easy to spend.
He always found it very strange why the mysterious hint didn't just give him the lottery numbers directly?
It made him so tired now.
Could there be factors other than the weather that could affect the lottery results?
After resting for two days, Wang Hao hitched a ride to a large logistics wholesale market.
"Yo! President Wang! Why didn't you give me a heads-up before coming over?"
Seeing Wang Hao walking towards his shop, a fat boss hurriedly greeted him.
A few days ago, Wang Hao had just purchased a large amount of frozen meat from him.
He even entrusted him to purchase various frozen foods from other places, earning a substantial referral fee.
Due to the large order, Wang Hao used a prepayment method, paying a 20% deposit, with the balance to be settled at the end of the year.
Is he coming to settle the bill in less than a month?
The fat boss thought this man was agreeable!
"I also want to buy some foods such as corn, rice, and potatoes that are resistant to storage. Among your acquaintances, is there anyone engaged in this business?"
Wang Hao, with his hands behind his back, posed like a boss.
The fat boss's eyes sparkled.
Goodness, can this fat sheep still be slaughtered?
"Yes, yes, yes, not just in this logistics wholesale market, but even in the market in the neighboring city, my friends are everywhere."
"Whatever you want to buy, I can help you get it."
Pang Hu bent over, rubbing his hands, with a flattering smile;
"Do you know how much President Wang wants? If there isn't enough here, I can have people urgently transfer from elsewhere."
"I want quite a bit, the total price is around five million, but I can only pay a five percent deposit now, with the balance settled at the end of the year, can you manage that?"
Wang Hao tried to keep himself calm, not letting any emotions show on his face.
"Five percent... "
Hearing five million made Pang Hu breathe heavily, but he seemed a little troubled upon hearing only five percent payment.
"If it doesn't work, I'll look elsewhere."
Seeing the boss hesitate, Wang Hao shrugged and turned to leave.
"Hey, hey, hey, President Wang, don't rush!"
Pang Hu grabbed Wang Hao's hand tightly.
Goodness, if Wang Hao hadn't been working out lately, he might have been squeezed enough to scream.
"Considering your assets, President Wang, five percent is not impossible, but the price will have to go up a bit."
Pang Hu looked apologetically at Wang Hao.
"How much will it go up?"
"About five percent."
"That's too high, how about three percent?"
"Let me make a few calls."
Pang Hu returned to his shop, pretended to make several calls, and then trotted back over:
"Hehe, President Wang, my buddies gave me face and agreed, but there's a small request from their side."
"Oh? What request?"
Wang Hao asked curiously.
"I have a friend who has a batch of sugar he needs to offload. If President Wang can take this batch, then the contract is set."
"Sugar?"
Wang Hao furrowed his brow, looking somewhat displeased.
"How much? How much does it cost?"
"Originally, it was 6,800 per ton. For you, President Wang, it's 6,500 per ton, totaling about 125 tons."
Pang Hu rubbed his hands together, smiling sheepishly.
"125 tons? Over eight hundred thousand?"
Wang Hao's face looked even less happy.
"I'll give you a little more off, how about 800,000?"
"Fine! But I'll only pay five percent of the deposit for the previous goods, and settle at the end of the year."
Wang Hao nodded, seeming not to mind much.
"Alright, alright, let's finalize the specifics and sign the contract?"
"Alright!"
Wang Hao nodded, following Pang Hu into the small office.
Half an hour later, under Pang Hu's enthusiastic send-off, Wang Hao left his store.
"Take care, President Wang!"
Pang Hu stood there waving goodbye until Wang Hao's figure was out of sight, then finally put his hand down, and the smile faded from his face.
"Brother Hu, you're impressive! You really got that sucker again, I thought you'd be stuck with that sugar you hoarded at high prices a couple of years ago, and now it's gone, and you even made a little profit, well done."
Seeing Wang Hao leave, a short neighboring boss who had been watching came over to express his admiration for Pang Hu.
"It's rare to come across a fat sheep like this, a golden opportunity like this can't be wasted, it needs to be thoroughly milked."
Pang Hu flashed a sneaky grin, his eyes gleaming with cunning light.
"Just what's up with this guy? Why is he buying so much? Stockpiling meat products might have a chance of appreciating, but grains are controlled by the state, they won't fluctuate much."
The short boss looked puzzled.
"What's he's doing? Being stupid! I heard from a delivery driver that he's renovating his house! Probably got brainwashed by novels and movies, believing in an apocalypse. Did you forget we previously infiltrated a forum called Doomsday Prepper, posting crisis awareness threads, convincing them to stock up?"
Pang Hu took out a cigarette, and the short boss promptly lit it for him. He took a deep puff, blew out several smoke rings, and said disdainfully:
"The richer you are, the more afraid of death you become. This guy is probably lurking on that forum too. I saw right through this and pushed the sugar on him, and he didn't hesitate much to take it, reinforcing my theory."
"I see... you're truly sharp, Brother Hu. Do you think this guy will have money for the final payment by year's end?"
The short boss expressed some concern; the previous frozen meat was manageable with a twenty percent deposit.
This time, it's only a five percent deposit, and the amount is so high.
"What is there to fear? He lives in the Blue Sky Villa District, and although his villa is quite remote, it is a standalone villa beside a large lake, with mountains behind it, and the view is excellent. Its price far surpasses those row houses, more than enough to cover the payment. Moreover, he's likely stockpiling these goods. If he can't pay by the end of the year, I can take it all back."
Pang Hu said confidently.
"Smart! Brilliant, Brother Hu, as expected from you."
The short boss, after a flurry of flattery, appeared a bit hesitant to speak.
"What's up? Is there something on your mind?"
Pang Hu glanced at him, knowingly asking.
"I've got a batch of salt on my hands, you know that. I'm eager to get back some funds, it's just over three hundred tons, and, you see..."
The short boss seemed a bit sheepish.
"Alright! I'll take a thirty percent cut of the profits!"
Pang Hu agreed without hesitation.
"Thirty percent... alright then!"
The short boss gritted his teeth and stomped his foot:
"As long as Brother Hu can help me sell this batch, you just say if you need anything in the future."
He appeared pained, but inside he was overjoyed. Originally, just breaking even would have been a blessing.
Seeing Pang Hu's intentions of earning a bit, this was a happy surprise!
And Pang Hu was also very pleased inside.
This was another profit!
He had already found a way to grasp Wang Hao, and salt, like sugar, is a durable strategic material, so he had great confidence in this deal.