Chapter 2

Chapter 2: One Hundred Taels of Gold

Su Qian (Modern Metropolis): “[Surprised] Th-this… it really worked? You really received the food I sent?”

Jiang Xiao Yu (Apocalypse Survival): “[Excited] I got it! I got it! These steamed buns are still hot, the mantou are so soft, and this mineral water is so clear. It tastes so sweet! Su Qian, you’re my life-saving benefactor!”

Su Qian couldn’t help taking a deep breath.

Now she completely believed the [Myriad Worlds Chat Group].

Jiang Xiao Yu (Apocalypse Survival): “I haven’t eaten a full meal like this in forever. I don’t have anything good to trade you right now, but I’ve got a bit of gold. See if you can use it.”

[Ding! You received a red packet from an Apocalypsetransmigrator (one hundred taels of gold). Convert it into Earth’s common currency by ratio?]

The red packet prompt popped up on Su Qian’s phone, and her heart started pounding.

“N-no way… right?”

Su Qian was completely stunned.

A few steamed buns, some mantou, and mineral water – for one hundred taels of gold?

Forcing down the excitement in her chest, Su Qian quickly chose “Yes.”

[Gold successfully converted into hua xia currency 2000000 yuan and deposited into your bank card. Your bank card has been encrypted and can avoid big data detection.]

Su Qian stared at the change in her bank balance.

She was so excited she didn’t know what to do.

Jiang Xiao Yu (Apocalypse Survival): “Gold is useless on my side. A whole sack of gold can’t trade for a sack of rice, so it’s not worth mentioning. And I need a lot of supplies, so I might have to trouble you. If it’s not enough, next time I’ll go raid a few more jewelry stores.”

Su Qian could only sigh.

She was insanely rich.

Su Qian had read plenty of Apocalypse novels.

She knew that in the Apocalypse, gold and jewelry weren’t as valuable as food.

When resources were extremely scarce, the ugliness of human nature got amplified without limit.

For one bite of food, for one bottle of water, people could turn into demons in an instant and throw away every last shred of morals.

Sometimes, living people were even scarier than zombies.

Su Qian (Modern Metropolis): “Tell me what you need most right now. I’ll make a list and send it over.”

Jiang Xiao Yu (Apocalypse Survival): “Then I won’t be polite. I need a lot. First is food, preferably stuff that stores long-term, like canned food and dry rations. Then medicine – antibiotics, anti-inflammatory meds, painkillers, plus disinfectant and bandages. If possible, I also want some weapons, like a knife or a gun, for self-defense.”

Su Qian carefully wrote down everything Jiang Xiao Yu said.

In her mind, she was already planning how to prepare those supplies.

Jiang Xiao Yu (Apocalypse Survival): “If you can, buy me some period pain medicine too. Damn it! I transmigrated and period cramps still won’t let me go!!!”

Su Qian (Modern Metropolis): “[Sympathetic] To be accurate, period cramps don’t let any girl go.”

Jiang Xiao Yu felt even more stabbed and started wailing. “These stupid cramps – when they hit in the Apocalypse, I seriously feel like I want to die. I still have to endure the pain while dodging zombies. It’s torture.”

Su Qian (Modern Metropolis): “I almost forgot – we can only exchange once a week.”

Only then did Su Qian remember the group notice.

When Jiang Xiao Yu saw that message.

Her excitement sank all at once.

Jiang Xiao Yu (Apocalypse Survival): “Sigh. I got too excited and forgot about that.”

Su Qian said, “This time I can’t get everything to you at once. But don’t worry. I’ll prepare everything this week, and when we can exchange next week, I’ll send it to you right away.”

With Su Qian saying that, Jiang Xiao Yu got excited again.

Jiang Xiao Yu (Apocalypse Survival): “Actually, I have one more request. I don’t know if I can trouble you with something.”

You took someone’s money, your hands got short. You ate someone’s food, your mouth got soft.

Su Qian understood that.

“You can say it. If I can help, I definitely will.”

Jiang Xiao Yu (Apocalypse Survival): “I used to depend on my grandfather. After I transmigrated, I don’t know how my grandfather is doing. Can you help me go check on my grandfather?”

[Group member Jiang Xiao Yu (Apocalypse Survival) posted a help task. Do you accept? Completing the task rewards group points. Points can be used for group upgrades, unlocking more functions, and unlocking more multi-world transmigrators.]

Su Qian tapped “Accept” on the pop-up.

“No problem. Don’t worry. I’ll go visit your grandfather, and I’ll tell you right away if anything comes up.”

For the past twenty-two years.

Su Qian had always worried about money.

Her clothes and shoes were all picked from other people’s leftovers, and she could only come to the table after the adoptive mother’s family finished eating.

After finally making it to eighteen, she got into college through her own hard work.

But the adoptive mother hid her acceptance letter.

Coldly, she told Su Qian, “You’re already an adult. You can get married.”

The adoptive mother took 200,000 yuan in bride price.

She wanted to marry Su Qian off to a forty-year-old divorced man with two children, greasy and disgusting.

Su Qian pretended to be obedient and agreed.

While the adoptive mother was out, she tore the house apart looking for the acceptance letter.

When she was discovered, the adoptive mother rushed over to snatch it away. In the panic, Su Qian jumped from the second-floor window.

That jump drew the neighbors over to watch.

When they saw Su Qian in a sorry state and the adoptive mother chasing after her while cursing, they understood what was happening.

A kind neighbor called the police.

With the police mediating, the adoptive mother had no choice but to give up forcing her into marriage.

Only then did the matter end.

Now that she had two million in her hands, Su Qian felt like she was blooming inside.

“No more living like that,” Su Qian said to herself.

She threw all the old clothes she had packed into the trash.

Then she turned around and went to the mall to buy, buy, buy.

She bought a pile of pretty clothes, dresses, and shoes she never dared even dream about before.

She even replaced her broken, worn-out phone.

After shopping.

Su Qian carried her bags back to the new apartment she had just rented.

“Buying food and medicine can wait. I should visit her grandfather first.”

Su Qian lay on the soft bed.

She pulled out her phone and started booking tickets.

Jiang Xiao Yu’s home was far from Lin Jiang City. Taking a bus would take five or six hours.

Flying only took a little over an hour.

Now she didn’t lack money, so of course she chose the plane.

As the sky began to brighten.

Su Qian got up early and took a taxi to the airport.

“Mo Er, isn’t that your Sister Su Qian?” a girl asked during airport security.

The girl in a floral dress spotted Su Qian from far away as she went through the check.

Su Mo Er, dressed in designer brands from head to toe, radiated the loud arrogance of a heiress.

A look of disdain appeared on her face as she said, “My parents only have one daughter – me. Where would I get a sister?”

“But she really looks like her. That figure and side profile – it feels exactly like her,” the girl in the floral dress said, frowning, still unsure.