Zhang Yi sneered.

In his previous life, he had underestimated the severity of the snow disaster.

Thinking to earn a big favor from his neighbors, he had shared some of his hoarded supplies.

But what was the result?

Not only did he fail to receive their gratitude, but it also led them to believe he had a large stockpile at home.

In the end, he was killed when his door was broken down, and his body was used as food.

It could be said that Mrs. Lin was not without blame for his death in that previous life!

With a smirk, he lazily sent a voice message.

"That's great, we've run out of supplies too. Mrs. Lin, please share some with me when you collect them!"

Mrs. Lin was so angry she cursed on the spot.

"Pah! Who are you trying to fool? Your family must have hoarded quite a bit."

"Hmph, after working in the Walmart warehouse for so many years, I don't believe your hands are clean!"

She was so certain because Zhang Yi often helped neighbors buy discounted goods from the Walmart warehouse.

Damaged packaging and near-expiry foods would be sold at very low prices.

As an employee, he had the privilege to buy these first.

Sometimes, the warehouse would even distribute them as employee benefits.

With a livid face, Mrs. Lin clenched her teeth but refused to give up.

She was convinced that Zhang Yi was a big fish; if she could pry open his mouth, she and her daughter could get their hands on a large amount of supplies, enough to live on for at least another week!

Taking a deep breath, Mrs. Lin tried to speak in a tone that was both gentle and stern, "Little Zhang, don't joke with me. Everyone knows you're the manager of the Walmart warehouse. How could your house lack food and drink?"

"This is an order from the organization, you must comply! If you contribute to everyone, the organization will remember your good deeds."

"Be good, bring all the supplies from your house to me, set an example!"

Zhang Yi picked up a toothpick to clean his teeth; he had lamb kebab stuck between them from lunch.

In a languid tone, he replied, "I'm not lying, we've really run out of everything. Even the landlord's house has no surplus grain!"

"Mrs. Lin, please give me a few packs of instant noodles! As a member of the Neighborhood Committee, you should set an example and show some spirit!"

Zhang Yi retorted sarcastically.

Seeing that Zhang Yi was impervious, Mrs. Lin knew that soft tactics wouldn't work.

Her tone grew heavier, her voice deepening.

"Zhang Yi!"

"So, talking nicely doesn't work with you, huh?"

"Do you think I'm speaking to you as an individual? I represent the organization!"

"If you refuse to hand over the supplies, you're opposing the organization, and I will deal with you later!"

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Zhang Yi laughed coldly.

"Pah!"

"Represent the organization? You really think you can wield authority with a feather?"

"You're just a Neighborhood Committee clerk, not even a civil servant, let alone a government employee."

"You're good at coaxing the old men and women, but now you're trying to act tough with me? Are you out of your mind?"

"If you can, just try, I'll be waiting at home!"

Zhang Yi mercilessly exposed Mrs. Lin's true colors.

Neighborhood Committee workers were just social workers, without any official status, and certainly not civil servants.

And Mrs. Lin was just a runner in their committee, not even a minor leader.

Of course, even if she were some high-ranking official, Zhang Yi wouldn't care in these times.

After cursing Mrs. Lin out, Zhang Yi decisively hung up the phone and blocked her.

He had no time to waste arguing with a shrew like her.

His actions nearly made Mrs. Lin explode with rage!

Zhang Yi, time and again, had opposed her, grinding her face into the dirt.

How could she, who prided herself as a community leader, tolerate this?

"Zhang Yi, you damned thing! I... I really want to kill you!" Mrs. Lin shouted furiously.

But that was all she could do, just curse a few words. In reality, she couldn't even protect herself, let alone do anything to Zhang Yi.

She wanted to kick Zhang Yi out of the property owners' chat group.

But after thinking it over, doing so seemed to cause no harm to Zhang Yi.

She then considered calling for a collective condemnation of Zhang Yi in the group.

But that would let everyone know that Zhang Yi refused to hand over supplies.

If everyone followed suit, she would be unable to deceive them.

No matter what, she was powerless against Zhang Yi at this moment.

The more Mrs. Lin thought about it, the angrier and more uncomfortable she felt.

But there was nothing she could do, she had to swallow her frustration.

Right now, her priority was to deceive others.

She had to trick them out of their supplies before they came to their senses!

……

In the following two days, Mrs. Lin managed to swindle some supplies from several households through a mix of cajoling and intimidation.

But not everyone was a fool.

In the apocalypse, everyone's first thought was how to keep themselves and their families alive.

Some people coldly ignored Mrs. Lin's demands.

Others, with more fiery temperaments, simply cursed her away when she came asking for supplies.

And for those not to be trifled with, like Chen Zhenghao and Xu Hao, she didn't even dare to approach.

Zhang Yi saw all this through the surveillance cameras.

But he continued to enjoy his life, eating and playing, naturally not bothering with other people's affairs.

By now, it had been five days since the snowstorm hit.

Normal families only had enough food for three to five days.

In their area, because some worked at the big warehouse, they had a bit more supplies at home.

However, due to the severe cold, the need for fuel and food for heating meant supplies were depleting faster.

Over these days, a sense of hostility began to emerge in the chat group.

Those who were initially obedient, waiting for official rescue, also changed their mindset due to the lack of heating and food.

Especially those who had been tricked by Mrs. Lin into giving away their supplies, they couldn't hold back and started questioning her in the group about how the supplies were distributed after being taken.

"@25#1 Unit 1502 - Mrs. Lin Chunxia, you said the supplies would be distributed evenly after being taken, right?"

"We've run out of food at home, it's been two days, please give us some!"

"Yeah, you promised to distribute so everyone would have something to eat!"

The property owners clamored, including those who hadn't contributed supplies, hoping to get a share.

But Mrs. Lin seemed to have vanished, offering no response.

Of course, she could see these messages, but she had no intention of giving back any supplies.

In the entire building, only she and Zhang Yi truly understood what was happening.

Outside, chaos reigned, and only those with supplies could survive; otherwise, they could only wait for death.

Hugging her grandson and curled up under five layers of blankets, Mrs. Lin gritted her teeth and said, "Why would I give back the supplies I worked so hard to deceive from them!"