The words of the second-generation wealthy Lin Hao set the entire chat group ablaze!

"What? 2000 yuan for a pack of instant noodles? I... I must have heard wrong, right?"

"Hey, don't inflate prices like this! I'm getting scared."

Some people said with trembling voices, "The snow disaster will pass, right? There's really no need for this."

They sent a voice message, but the quivering tone said everything about the panic inside.

People hadn't completely given up hope. Every morning, they opened their eyes, longing to see the snow stop and the sun rise, to return to normal life.

But the incident of Xie Limei and the second-generation wealthy Chen Hao buying food at high prices deeply struck a chord in their already fragile hearts.

Someone tried to sound calm: "Stop joking, 2000 yuan for a pack of instant noodles? You really think it's the apocalypse, haha!"

"It's just a bit more snow than usual, winter just came early this year! It's not like we're besieged by zombies, what's the big deal!"

Zhang Yi saw this message and just chuckled, shaking his head.

Besieged by zombies?

Don't compare such low-end scenarios to this ice apocalypse.

Zombies are terrifying, but they can still be countered by human effort.

However, in the face of natural disasters, humans are as fragile as insects before the power of the universe.

They still don't realize the magnitude of the disaster they're facing.

Xu Hao arrogantly said in the group, "Don't worry about it! I have money, and spending it for peace of mind is fine, right? If you want to sell, message me privately, if not, forget it!"

Xu Hao pretended not to care.

But Zhang Yi could see through his act; he was already scared.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have offered a sky-high price of 2000 yuan for a pack of instant noodles!

It wasn't hard to figure out.

Though Xu Hao was rich, with a net worth of several billion, in the apocalypse, he couldn't even enjoy a wealthy lifestyle, let alone order takeout.

Rich people may not be kind, but they're definitely not stupid.

Realizing the severity of the crisis, Xu Hao began to buy supplies from his neighbors at high prices.

Xie Limei said excitedly, "How... how could you do this? We've run out of food at home, buying food is a matter of life and death."

Xu Hao said brazenly, "I'm not fighting with you, I'm just offering a higher price. It's their freedom to sell to whomever they want. Can you control that?"

Seeing Xu Hao ignore her, Xie Limei cried out in the group, "Please, everyone, help us. My daughter is only nine months old. Without food, I can't produce milk for her. My daughter and I are going to starve!"

In the property owners' chat group, there was silence in response to Xie Limei's words.

At this moment, the selfish side of human nature was fully exposed.

Xu Hao was the one offering 2000 yuan for a pack of instant noodles!

Xie Limei's offer was only half of that.

Considering the average salary in Tianhai City was only 5000 yuan, who would want to sell their hard-earned supplies to her for less?

Many had already started private chats with Xu Hao and began negotiating deals.

Xie Limei, sensing what was happening, continued to plead in the group for help.

But still, no one spoke up, not even to offer her comfort.

After all, if you spoke up, Xie Limei might think you were soft-hearted and cling to you relentlessly!

This helpless mother cried bitterly.

With an eight-month-old child, she was struggling to take care of herself, let alone a baby with no ability to fend for itself.

Memories of Xie Limei from his past life surfaced in Zhang Yi's mind.

He didn't have a strong impression of her, as she always presented herself as a weak mother, garnering sympathy to survive.

However, one thing was strange.

In his memories, she and her daughter survived well until the end.

Thinking of this, a glint flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes.

This woman was definitely not as simple as she seemed; everything pink on the surface was black once cut open.

After his own death, she likely had a share of the spoils.

Zhang Yi understood that in the apocalypse, having a saintly heart was a major cause of death.

So, he remained silent, choosing to coldly observe Xie Limei.

Too many people died in the apocalypse; he only wanted to take care of himself. As for others, if they died, they died.

However, Xie Limei's cries finally had some effect.

Uncle You, the security guard, softened his heart and agreed to share some food with her.

Xie Limei thanked him profusely, claiming she would never forget his kindness for as long as she lived.

Through surveillance, Zhang Yi noticed that Xu Hao, with his money, had managed to buy supplies from many neighbors.

Not a lot, but enough for him and his girlfriend to survive a few weeks.

Zhang Yi sneered, "This is the last bit of warmth that money can offer in the apocalypse."

Soon, as supplies ran out, people would realize that money had become worthless paper, and supplies were the real king.

By then, who knows how many would regret selling their supplies.

It must be said, Xu Hao indeed set a bad precedent in the property owners' group.

Moreover, since many owners in the 25-unit building were friends and colleagues, Xu Hao's purchase affected everyone around him.

Once he set a high price for supplies with real money, everyone realized how scarce supplies were!

Everyone clutched their supplies even tighter.

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At the start of the snow disaster, some people were willing to share and exchange supplies with neighbors.

But now, they had become stingier than Gargantua.

Even when their best friends asked for food, they found excuses to refuse.

On the tenth day of the ice apocalypse, at the homes of Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining.

Their supplies were almost depleted.

The two, who used to be picky and liked high-end food, were now fighting over a pack of instant noodles.

The food they had bought before, along with what the simp Zhou Peng had brought, was nearly gone.

At this rate, they could last at most another week before starving!

Wrapped in blankets on the sofa, their faces pale, a pack of opened compressed biscuits lay on the coffee table in front of them.

Lin Caining glanced at the compressed biscuits and said to Fang Yuqing, "Yuqing, this is our last pack of compressed biscuits."

Pain filled Fang Yuqing's eyes.

In the past, she would never have allowed such coarse food to pass her delicate throat.

But now, she ate every bit clean, unwilling to waste even the crumbs that fell to the floor, insisting on picking them up to eat.