Manager Liu, upon hearing that the funds were coming from Ye Zi'an personally, didn't dare to ask further questions. Ye Zi'an was notorious for being a playboy in Xia City, so who knew what his intentions were? He respectfully replied, "Understood, Chairman. I'll get right on it."

Ye Zi'an planned to use the 2 billion cash he had for purchasing various daily supplies. Unfortunately, the Tower of Babel couldn't be activated until the apocalypse began.

With limited space in the system and time running short, Ye Zi'an needed to stay in Xia City to deal with Su Chen; otherwise, he would have liked to try zero-cost shopping in America.

He also needed to find suppliers for large machinery, such as generators and heavy trucks, to prepare for the impending apocalypse.

With the 2 billion, Ye Zi'an ordered 50,000 tons of rice, 50,000 tons of pork, beef, and lamb, as well as 100,000 assorted condiments, including Lao Gan Ma, cooking salt, and Doubanjiang, ordering a dozen boxes of each.

He also ordered tens of thousands of various fruits and vegetables, all to be stored in the cold storage located in the suburbs of the Ye Corporation, just 10 kilometers away from where the Tower of Babel would be planned.

These supplies would be enough for tens of thousands of people to last a lifetime.

However, when it came to supplies, the more, the better.

Fortunately, the quantities ordered were enormous, and given the Ye Corporation's good reputation in Xia City, the suppliers offered Ye Zi'an relatively low prices.

Most importantly, Ye Zi'an only needed to pay a 30% deposit, with the remaining payment due in seven days, which made the 2 billion barely sufficient.

As for weapons, Ye Zi'an only considered customizing some cold weapons because the original text described that:

"When the apocalypse began, all firearms mysteriously vanished, and even gunpowder could no longer be manufactured. Humanity's weapons were instantly set back a thousand years, relying solely on physical prowess to use cold weapons and cards dropped by monsters upon their death to combat the various monsters and disasters of the apocalypse."

Any modern weaponry with destructive capabilities was erased by an invisible hand.

In battles between humans and zombies, a human could stab a zombie with no effect, while a zombie's scratch could mean death.

There were even mutated zombies within the horde, which were not something ordinary people could contend with.

A rare mutated zombie could move twice as fast as Bolt, and its sharp claws could easily tear through a car, capable of eliminating dozens of ordinary people in an instant.

Although it was somewhat dismissive, it explained why the military failed to quickly reclaim the cities in the early stages.

To this, Ye Zi'an could only say, "As long as the author is happy."

With the funding gap still significant, it seemed he had to find a way to liquidate some of his stocks. The outer walls of the Tower of Babel would also require a large sum of money to construct, which he couldn't skimp on. He also needed to customize various cold weapons in advance.

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However, Ye Zi'an already had a target in mind for the financial backing: the company's vice-chairman, Zhao Wanrong, along with a few other board members.

Zhao Wanrong had a close relationship with his mother, so he could sell the shares to her first, and before the transfer, sell them to the other board members.

After all, in a few days, cash would become worthless; he might as well use it now.

Ye Zi'an was determined to secure Zhao Wanrong not only for her outstanding abilities but also for her stunning looks.

After making up his mind, Ye Zi'an looked at the map to select a location for activating the Tower of Babel.

The city was overrun with zombies, making it too dangerous to set up in the early stages. With construction time constraints, Ye Zi'an could only aim for the suburbs.

His gaze shifted to the outskirts, where the Ye Corporation had a piece of vacant land that would be perfect for the Tower's setup.

He planned to send people to begin constructing several walls in the outskirts starting tomorrow; in the early days of the apocalypse, this would serve as a stronghold.

Fortunately, in the parallel world of 2050, Da Xia had developed a fast-drying cement that would increase construction speed tenfold.

Once the Tower of Babel was activated, it would automatically strengthen nearby buildings, so Ye Zi'an wasn't worried about the project's completion.

Having thought through all this, Ye Zi'an entered the master bedroom of the villa. Before him lay a ten-square-meter soft bed; even if he rolled around, he wouldn't fall off. It was easy to imagine the bed's comfort.

Ye Zi'an comfortably lay on the ten-square-meter bed and soon fell asleep.

The next morning, Ye Zi'an hurriedly made his way to the company.

Upon seeing the rumored chairman arrive, the employees of the Ye Corporation bowed their heads and greeted Ye Zi'an, with many female employees secretly trying to catch his eye.

The recruitment information from the previous night had spread like wildfire within the company, and many beautiful employees were harboring thoughts of their own.

Although Ye Zi'an was the chairman, he was only 25 years old, tall and handsome, making him a wealthy and attractive young man.

Despite being engaged to the young lady of the Liu family, who could resist temptation?

With a monthly salary of 30,000 yuan, along with gifts that Ye Zi'an casually handed out, it was enough to drive 90% of women crazy.

Ye Zi'an ignored the gazes directed at him and headed straight to Zhao Wanrong's office.

He knocked on the door, and after hearing Zhao Wanrong's voice say, "Come in," he entered the office unhurriedly.

Sitting at the desk, Zhao Wanrong wore a tailored women's suit, her short hair neatly styled, and gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. Her dignified attire couldn't hide her impressive figure.

Her physique was curvaceous and vibrant, exuding a unique charm.

It was hard to imagine that grace and allure could coexist in one person.

She was indeed exceptional.

Ye Zi'an suppressed the inappropriate thoughts in his mind, thankful that Zhao Wanrong was focused on her work and hadn't noticed his unabashed gaze.

He took a seat directly across from Zhao Wanrong, and only then did she look up.

Seeing that it was Ye Zi'an, Zhao Wanrong said with a hint of reproach in her voice, "What are you up to lately? Several department managers called me last night, complaining about your strange behavior."

Ye Zi'an awkwardly smiled, recalling Zhao Wanrong's background.

Only in her teens, Zhao Wanrong had followed Ye Zi'an's mother in starting a business, which was why she remained single to this day.

After Ye Zi'an's parents passed away, she took over the company's reins.

The Ye Corporation had continued to thrive even in Ye Zi'an's neglect, largely thanks to Zhao Wanrong's diligent planning.

While her words sounded like criticism, Ye Zi'an understood that they stemmed from her concern for him.

It wasn't that she feared a wayward young master; rather, she worried that he wanted to prove himself.

The shares in Ye Zi'an's hand generated about 300-400 million in dividends annually, more than enough for his lavish lifestyle.

However, the supplies he ordered last night amounted to a staggering 7 billion.

If he wasn't careful, Ye Zi'an's fortune could vanish completely, which made Zhao Wanrong anxious about his unusual behavior.

Looking at Zhao Wanrong's concerned expression, Ye Zi'an calmly replied, "Sister Wanrong, I have my plans. The buyer is already secured, and this business is guaranteed to be profitable."

Zhao Wanrong was not surprised by this statement.

The items Ye Zi'an ordered were all daily necessities. Xia City had a high demand for such items, and given the large quantities and low prices from reliable suppliers, this business was unlikely to incur losses.

Even if something went wrong and the buyer breached the contract, Zhao Wanrong was confident she could find a replacement buyer within ten days, making a considerable profit.

This was also why she hadn't intervened last night.

A hint of color appeared on Zhao Wanrong's beautiful face as she remarked, "You little brat, I'm your mother's peer."

Thinking of Ye Zi'an's deceased mother, Zhao Wanrong couldn't help but sigh.

Ye Zi'an stood up and walked behind Zhao Wanrong, casually wrapping his arms around her like he used to as a child, unintentionally feeling her impressive figure, which made him marvel inwardly.

However, he maintained a neutral expression and said, "Sister Wanrong, you're only eight or nine years older than me, so of course, you're my sister."

Feeling Ye Zi'an's familiar embrace from behind, Zhao Wanrong was inadvertently drawn in by his aura. Memories of the young Ye Zi'an flooded back to her. Since he had developed feelings for Liu Sisi, they hadn't been this close in a long time.

Sensing Ye Zi'an's warm breath, Zhao Wanrong remembered that he was now a 25-year-old adult engaged to Liu Sisi and quickly pulled away from his grasp.

"Now tell me, what do you need from me today?"

Seeing Zhao Wanrong's question, Ye Zi'an got straight to the point, "Sister Wanrong, I urgently need a large sum of money and am considering selling my shares to you at a 30% discount, along with that piece of land in the suburbs of Xia City."

"What did you say? You need that large sum of money for what?"

Zhao Wanrong stood up from her seat, looking at Ye Zi'an in disbelief.