I Have a Post Apocalyptic Online Friend C4.2

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Chapter 4. part 2

It had been a long time since Zhou An’an had chatted with someone like this. When Lu Yuan wasn’t cursing, he actually seemed quite approachable.

The two talked the entire way back to the city, and before they knew it, they were back in the bustling urban landscape.

As she took in the vibrant street scenes, Zhou An’an remembered something important.

Zhou An’an: What should I do with this money?

She had never possessed such a large sum of money in her life.

To Lu Yuan, however, it was merely seed capital- money to be used to earn even more.

She had absolutely no idea where to start.

Lu Yuan: Those films taught me one thing, working for someone else leads nowhere. Hard work doesn’t guarantee success; making money requires seizing opportunities.

Zhou An’an: Where am I supposed to find opportunities?

Lu Yuan: Idiot! The opportunity is right in front of you.

Zhou An’an: …

She couldn’t see anything. Maybe she was blind.

Lu Yuan: Although the official announcement claimed those floating words were just a game advertisement projected by drones, many people won’t believe it. Anything related to Doomsday will become wildly popular. You can seize this opportunity to create a Doomsday survival kit containing slightly useful but inexpensive items like salt water, sugar, emergency flashlights, bandages, and so on. Buy these items wholesale from reputable brands, repackage them, and resell them- no need to apply for separate production licenses. Most importantly, include a Doomsday survival manual in each kit.

Zhou An’an: “A book too? Wouldn’t we need to apply for an ISBN? Six months isn’t enough time!”

Lu Yuan: “Who said we’re publishing a book? The manual is just like a product instruction manual. We can create it ourselves and print it. Do instruction manuals need ISBNs?”

Zhou An’an: “Uh… This isn’t illegal, right?”

Lu Yuan: “If you don’t do it, someone else will immediately. But if you miss this opportunity, you’ll never get another one.”

She gritted her teeth. “I’ll try!”

After rushing home and quickly cooking a bowl of instant noodles, she got to work.

First, she selected the contents for the survival kits, prioritizing items that were easy to purchase in bulk, low-cost, relevant to Doomsday survival, and as diverse as possible.

By 5 a.m., the contents were finalized.

The survival kits were divided into male and female versions.

The male version included: sugar packets, vitamin C tablets, water purification tablets, a multi-tool card knife, a climbing rope, a fireproof blanket, a hand-crank flashlight, windproof and waterproof matches, glow sticks, adhesive bandages, disinfectant spray, compressed biscuits, heat packs, bandages, and marine-grade drinking water.

The provisional price was set at 159 yuan.

The female version remained the same price but included sanitary pads.

Zhou An’an’s computer document was densely packed with the purchase prices of various products. After calculating costs and packaging expenses, she estimated a profit margin of around fifty percent.

Lu Yuan had suggested setting the price at 199 yuan, but after much deliberation, she opted for 159 yuan.

While the survival kit appeared to contain many items, only a few were truly expensive. Consumers weren’t fools.

Too tired to keep her eyes open, she shut down her computer and collapsed into bed.

When she woke up at seven that evening, she went downstairs to buy a plate of fried noodles and casually texted Lu Yuan: What are you having for dinner?

After sending the message, she paused, struck by how their interactions felt like those of friends. Growing up, she had never had any friends.

Lu Yuan quickly sent back a photo of a dark, shapeless mass that looked utterly unappetizing.

Zhou An’an: What is that?

Lu Yuan: Bean cake. It’s made from a crop the Base developed. The yield is massive, feeding at least eighty percent of the population. The only downside is it tastes a bit like mud.

Finally, Zhou An’an had something to brag about. She snapped a photo of her fragrant egg and shredded pork fried noodles and sent it to him, adding with mock exasperation: Ugh, I’m so tired of fried noodles.

Lu Yuan: …You’ll eat yourself sick!

Zhou An’an chuckled and returned to her rented room, where she ate her noodles while turning on her computer.

She had already chosen the contents, but she still needed the outer packaging.

Leave the professional stuff to the professionals, she thought. She decided to find a packaging design shop online, send them the dimensions and material requirements, and let them handle it.

Lu Yuan sent her a document containing the instruction manual text.

Zhou An’an forwarded both the manual and the packaging specs to the shop’s designers, asking them to arrange the layout, design the graphics, and print everything.

I’m actually doing something big now, and it’s going surprisingly smoothly, she marveled. This is way more interesting than frying potatoes.

A week later, a thousand outer packaging bags and a thousand instruction manuals arrived at her rented room, along with the products she had ordered.

The tiny room was now so crammed with supplies that there was barely any space to walk, even the bed was piled high with compressed biscuits.

Unable to afford employees, Zhou An’an rolled up her sleeves and worked day and night, packing everything herself.

Lu Yuan sent her a message: Once you’ve packed everything, how do you plan to sell it?

Zhou An’an froze. Set up… a street stall?

Lu Yuan: Eye roll

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