Rebirth: I Am Super Rich in Apocalypse-Chapter 37 - Selling Things to Raise Funds

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Selling Things to Raise Funds

Chapter 37 -37: Selling Things to Raise Funds

She sent out messages to all the groups in the same community and five minutes later, her WeChat exploded!

People were continuously adding her privately.

In the groups, they were frantically @ing her.

1602: “Miss, I want some drinks, how much?”

1302: “Do you have any food, like instant noodles?”

0502: “I want instant noodles +1…”

At this time, Ye Mianmian also sent a message.

Ye Mianmian: “I’m sorry, everyone, I was so tired just now, I’ve been sleeping…”

Zhang Kaiyang: “Remember not to open the door for anyone, I’m worried the guy on the second floor might recognize…”

Ye Mianmian: “Got it, don’t worry!”

Song Yi: “Everyone, keep a low profile recently and don’t let others know we have supplies. Also, don’t open the door if someone knocks. Find some heavy items to block the door…”

Zhang Kaiyang: “Brother Song, is the situation really that serious?”

Jhiang Yuan: “An innocent man gets into trouble because he has a treasure in his possession, get it?”

Zhang Kaiyang: “Got it, but Sister Yuan, why are you selling stuff?”

Jhiang Yuan: “To exchange for some supplies, I can’t use those things anyway.”

Ye Mianmian: “Sister Yuan, take my cigarettes and liquor too, I don’t dare to sell them myself.”

Jhiang Yuan hadn’t expected Ye Mianmian to also offer her things, and if she took them, it would be hard to explain things later.

After all, she would owe a favor.

She was different from Song Yi; Song Yi and she were on the same floor, and their fates were interconnected. Only if everyone was doing well could they rise to the next level.

Jhiang Yuan: “Mianmian, wait until I’ve sold what I have in hand, then I’ll take yours. I’m afraid I won’t be able to sell mine…”

Ye Mianmian: “No problem, Sister Yuan, you can come and take it whenever you need…”

Jhiang Yuan: “Okay…”

She suddenly realized that Zhang Kaiyang had changed the group name to “West City Self-Rescue Squad”!

Indeed, the youth always displayed vitality in everything.

Song Yi: “Zhang Kaiyang, speak appropriately in the group!”

Zhang Kaiyang: “Was I too active before? Brother Song doesn’t trust me, woo…”

Jhiang Yuan stopped looking at the other messages, the group was already insanely active, and she quickly edited a message.

“I only have cigarettes, liquor, tea, and drinks. I want some food, anything will do, cash at the least. Read carefully before asking questions and don’t waste everyone’s time.”

Copy, paste, forward — all in one go.

She had 52 new friend requests, Jhiang Yuan opened the list, and took a look.

She agreed to them all!

She then copied and sent out the message to the groups again, and waited for everyone’s messages to reply one by one.

1602: “Miss, what drinks do you have and how much are they?”

Being in the same building, Jhiang Yuan didn’t make it too difficult.

2101: “Large jug of orange juice with pulp, 200, cash only…”

1602: “Deal, I’ll come over to get it.”

After snagging her first transaction, Jhiang Yuan waited at the entrance of the corridor.

The rest weren’t in a hurry; she took them one by one.

Of course, she didn’t go out by herself; she had Jhiang Xingzhi accompany her, and he was holding a kitchen knife at the side.

As for the goal, it was to intimidate, to prevent them from getting any other ideas.

Soon 1602 came up. She opened the inner door, where there was a protective door above, which allowed her to see the outside situation and to trade items through the gap.

1602: “Miss, do you have other drinks? My son has been wanting to drink some, and if you have cigarettes, give me a pack as well. I’ve brought money,” she said as she took out one thousand yuan and handed it over.

Jhiang Yuan was in a good mood; this person was sincere.

“Wait a moment.”

She went inside.

Then she brought out a large bottle of Sprite and a large bottle of Coke, plus two packs of cigarettes.

The cigarettes were cheap, usually costing just over ten yuan, and were yesterday’s spoils of war.

The more expensive cigarettes, she had put away, not showing them for the time being to avoid giving herself away.

“Are these okay?”

Unit 1602’s eyes lit up; this was truly a godsend!

“Yes, yes, thank you so much.”

Saying this, they left satisfied with the goods in hand.

The couple from the 20th floor saw Jhiang Yuan selling things, and Unit 1602 taking away so many drinks and cigarettes that their eyes turned red with envy.

“I say, girl, you have goods there, give me some too.”

Jhiang Yuan was annoyed by this couple; whenever they came around, trouble was sure to follow.

“First, I’m trading goods here; if you don’t want to trade, don’t bother me.

Second, if you’re thinking to buy, it’s one hundred yuan each; no bargaining, so save your breath.

Third, we’re not familiar with each other, so don’t interfere with my business.”

Miss Compass, arms crossed, let out an incredulous shriek, “One hundred yuan for a bottle of drink? Are you out of your mind? You might as well be robbing people!”

“If you can’t afford it, don’t buy it. Stop blathering, poor trash…”

“Who are you calling poor trash?”

“I’m talking about you…”

“Click, woof woof woof…” Song Yi also came out, with his dog in tow…

“Need help? My dog hasn’t had meat in a long time…”

“What are you trying to do, believe it or not, I won’t let you make a single sale…”

The man with the scar wasn’t willing to back down; he was a thug at heart, and unreasonable by nature.

Jhiang Yuan picked up her phone and started snapping pictures like crazy.

“Look everyone, this is our 20th-floor resident. Those of you who want to trade with me, bring some means of self-defense. This person over here is spewing threats, he doesn’t want you to trade!”

“You bitch, put that down…”

“Who are you calling a bitch, love your filthy mouth.”

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Jhiang Xingzhi couldn’t stand it anymore and, wielding a kitchen knife, charged over.

He couldn’t bear someone insulting his daughter; they must be tired of living.

“I’m talking about your daughter, you old fool.”

Jhiang Xingzhi was truly furious and looked about to go out and fight. Song Yi blocked him, and Jhiang Yuan did too.

“You’d better behave, or none of us will end well.”

“I won’t, what are you gonna do about it?”

“Smack…”

“Ah…”

Jhiang Yuan saw the scene unfold: the man with the scar clutching his right arm, wailing in pain.

“Fuck your mother…”

“Smack…”

“Ow, ow…”

Miss Compass also screamed, running to the man with the scar, “You hit people at will, you’re finished.”

“Serves you right. That’s for messing with us first. Be smart and keep your nose clean from now on.”

“Just you wait, I’m calling the police…”

Jhiang Yuan almost laughed as if she’d heard the biggest joke. At this time, it was a question whether the police could even respond to a call, let alone if you could even get a signal to make a call.

And as for that man with the scar, she didn’t believe for a second he had a clean record.

“Then go ahead, only cowards don’t call the cops!”

“You’ll see…”

With that, the man with the scar left, supported by Miss Compass.

“Thanks, I didn’t expect you knew Hidden Weapon techniques.”

“It’s not Hidden Weapon, just a little sleight of hand.

Those two won’t let this go easily, we’ll need to be careful from now on.”

Jhiang Yuan nodded in agreement.

Those two had been a nuisance for too long, especially since they lived in the building just below, too close for comfort.

The only way to be rid of them for good would be to slit their throats.