Jiang Ning had never eaten pork before, but she knew that in the apocalypse, it was scarce and expensive—definitely a hot commodity to trade for supplies.

Stop new life, care for women.

Without hesitation, she threw it into her space, but then suddenly thought of something else, grabbing a few handfuls and stuffing them into a black plastic bag.

She didn’t count exactly, but there should have been dozens.

After clearing the 15th floor, she moved on to the 14th. The huge building only housed one tech information company.

There were several hundred workstations, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The boss probably made a lot of money because the employee benefits were excellent. The break room was full of nice things: all kinds of expensive snacks, ready-to-eat self-heating hotpots for overtime, and the fridge was packed with steaks, pork chops, lamb chops—opening it, the smell almost made Jiang Ning throw up.

After sweeping the break room, she headed toward the boss’s office.

Judging by the size, this must be a strong-willed overbearing CEO—the office alone was several hundred square meters, with an executive hall, reception room, lounge, and a personal… collection gallery.

Are all CEOs this extravagant these days? Having a collection gallery inside the office!

The impregnable collection gallery piqued Jiang Ning’s interest. Using all her strength, she pried the door open and was instantly shocked by the scene before her.

Right inside the door stood an antique-style display shelf. Hanging in the center was a Tang Dynasty sword—the sheath decorated with ancient patterns and lavishly silver-plated.

Jiang Ning took it down and drew the sword. The blade shimmered coldly, and while it felt heavy in her hand, it wasn’t too cumbersome—clearly a good weapon, much easier to handle than a butcher’s knife.

She raised it and chopped at a wooden box—surprisingly, it cut through like slicing tofu.

“…” This wasn’t just a sword; it was a divine weapon.

The shelf also held many antiques: blue-and-white porcelain vases, hat stands, Mei-style glazed vases, apple-shaped vessels, tripod censers, inkstones.

Jiang Ning didn’t know much about these, but anything collected by an overbearing CEO, especially alongside the Tang sword, definitely wasn’t cheap.

From the wear and tear, they had clearly been eroded by time.

Golden treasures of a chaotic era, antiques of a flourishing time—the value of these precious relics was immense, but in the apocalypse, not even a loaf of bread was worth that much.

Still, they looked pleasing to the eye—good enough as decorations at least, and they didn’t take up much space.

On the left side of the shelf hung several scrolls of calligraphy, all from famous ancient calligraphers. Each piece was worth at least seven or eight figures.

However, Jiang Ning also spotted many bottles of Moutai liquor stacked in a corner.

1982 five-star label, yellow-glazed porcelain bottles, market price up to 150,000 yuan each, exactly 10 bottles.

2002 Feitian label, 6 bottles per box, 70,000 yuan per box, 10 full boxes.

2010 Feitian label, 12 bottles per box, 80,000 yuan per box, a full 50 boxes.

This wasn’t just liquor—it was art.

Jiang Ning thanked the overbearing CEO silently and swept everything into her space.

This CEO’s tastes were broad and wild—the collection was all over the place. Besides diamond-encrusted Patek Philippe mechanical watches, there was even professional high-end diving gear, MTUE brand, and the most expensive limited edition.

Jiang Ning had searched for diving masks before buying one, and this set was worth 980,000 yuan.

The floods were expected to last for months, and no one knew if the natural disasters might recur. She took it without hesitation.

A transparent glass case held a five-star golf club.

Jiang Ning had once worked at a golf course during summer break and knew this club was worth 180,000 US dollars—about 1.08 million yuan.

She cleared out the entire collection gallery, even taking the antique shelf itself—she could chop it for firewood in the extreme cold.

There was also a safe in an inconspicuous corner.

A safe placed inside the collection gallery definitely held something valuable.

The lounge had a kitchen with a super-large refrigerated fridge stocked with foie gras, wagyu beef, caviar, black truffles, golden abalone, Iberian ham, 1982 Lafite, steaks, salmon, and more.

The fridge was not only full but also had a backup battery to keep everything fresh.

Besides thanking the boss, Jiang Ning had nothing else to say; she stuffed all the food and the fridge itself into her space.

The Tang sword and golf club were the best weapons in the apocalypse, and Jiang Ning didn’t want to hide them away, so she put them in bags and slung them over her shoulder.

There was a lot of material on the 14th and 15th floors, and she collected everything meticulously. She rummaged through boxes and crates, not letting a single package escape her grasp.

The 13th floor was a bit messier—it belonged to a high-tech incubation base with all sorts of new startup companies.

The incubation base was poor, the kind of poor where even underwear was worn inside out to stretch usage. There was hardly anything to scavenge.

Jiang Ning was exhausted and gasped for breath, eating a few energy bars before continuing to pry doors open.

One company specialized in nano-fabrics. The storefront wasn’t big but displayed all kinds of clothing materials. The centerpiece of the sample room was a glass case holding a plain yet confidently silver-gray thermal shirt—priced at 198,000 yuan.

Robbery wouldn’t touch this kind of thing—consumers were easy targets for such an intelligence tax.

Driven by curiosity, Jiang Ning stepped closer to examine it carefully.

A nano-constant temperature shirt, maintaining a constant 25 degrees Celsius.

Because of that claim, Jiang Ning smashed the glass with a hammer and grabbed the shirt.

Constant temperature? She put it on her arm, but it didn’t change at all.

However, it felt exceptionally soft and smooth, sticking to the skin but somehow not sticking—more like silk fabric.

She rubbed it, smelled it—it was pretty breathable.

Jiang Ning decided to take it, given the 198,000 yuan price tag; at least she could try wearing it later.

If it weren’t for the apocalypse, she’d never get to wear something so expensive.

She took all the fabric she could find, also locating 10 rolls of thermal fabric in the sample warehouse—perfect for making close-fitting underwear.

By the time she was halfway done on the 13th floor, Zhang Chao had already finished and came over to help.

Seeing the Tang sword and golf club on her back, his eyes almost popped out. After a long pause, he gave a thumbs-up. “You’re awesome!”

“Just lucky,” she replied.

Night had fallen, and they had to speed up. Jiang Ning sent him to carry supplies downstairs to load the inflatable boats.

Zhang Chao was dog-tired but obediently followed orders.

It was hard to scavenge in the dark; Jiang Ning was so exhausted she could barely straighten her back. But to survive better in the apocalypse, she gritted her teeth and kept going.

Soon, Lu Yu came to help as well, and they all had a good haul.

After checking, it felt like they couldn’t load everything onto three people and the supplies were heavy—probably too much for the assault boat to tow.

They sent Lu Yu to help move supplies, then took out the packed assault boat from the space, along with a 5-liter can of gasoline.

With a clear road ahead, she finally had an assault boat of her own.

There wasn’t much left on the 13th floor. Jiang Ning dragged the heavy boxes out. “Lu Yu, look what I found! An assault boat! Haha!”

Lu Yu’s eyes nearly fell out. “A Ning, your luck is insane!”

“Yeah, probably bought by some water sports enthusiast. Didn’t expect it to come to me cheap.” Her acting was terrible.

It was dark; Lu Yu couldn’t see her expression and told Zhang Chao while carrying things, “Chao, A Ning found an assault boat.”

This meant they now had two assault boats on the 18th floor and three inflatable boats—solid assets.

“The only problem is not enough gasoline; it probably can’t go very far.”

“No worries, we’ll find a way to get more gasoline later. Then we can go wherever we want.”

The four of them moved everything onto the 5th floor.

They really had a lot of supplies from sweeping the entire building.

Not to mention, it would take more than one trip to carry everything…