As darkness fully enveloped the sky, Su Ling finally closed the shop door.  

With a wave of her paw, Huahua put away all the items and listed them in the mall storefront—the mall automatically categorized and priced them.  

Su Ling picked up Huahua and returned to the back room, then opened the mall and began placing orders diligently.  

By the time she finished ordering everything Old Mr. Wu needed, it was already midnight.  

This was the first time Su Ling had stayed up so late since arriving in this world.  

“Finally, everything’s checked. The quantities and categories are all correct.”  

After selecting the delivery location and time, Su Ling took out the iron-pot stewed goose—this wasn’t dinner anymore; it was a midnight snack.  

Huahua pressed a paw forward: “Host, the mall is starting to get some activity.”  

While eating, Su Ling opened the mall.  

Since Huahua had stored the boxes directly into the mall, Su Ling wasn’t entirely sure what was inside them.  

Now, as she clicked to check, she found paintings, calligraphy, jewelry, porcelain vases, and more—a wide variety of items, all exquisitely crafted and rare.  

“Someone’s starting to buy.”  

Su Ling clicked on the order and saw it was a new customer. But this new customer was quite wealthy, casually purchasing something worth 300,000 yuan.  

Customer message: Boss, why is your delivery so fast? Wait—where did you get this? Isn’t this part of a batch of cultural relics that went missing a long time ago?

Su Ling replied: I bought it.

After sending the reply, Su Ling closed the mall and went back to her meal. After all, she was selling to people from the future—it wasn’t like they could track her down through the internet, right?  

The new customer didn’t confront her. Instead, the new customer reported the relics to the authorities and called the police.  

……  

2040.

“My friend is into antiques, and that’s how I found out about this store.”  

“This store can’t be searched for and keeps disappearing. You can only stumble upon it by luck. But after I bought something once, it stayed visible. Look—is this trafficking cultural relics?”  

“Ms. Wu Su, please wait a moment. We need to report this.”  

Wu Su nodded and was escorted to a conference room to rest. Soon, someone brought her tea. Meanwhile, the police station was in chaos.  

Wu Su opened the mall again and saw even more items.  

Antique paintings and calligraphy were one thing, but there were also such beautiful porcelain pieces and so many exquisite pieces of jewelry?  

The aesthetics of our ancestors were truly remarkable. So stunning.  

Hmm?  

The shop owner’s reply said she bought them herself?  

Wu Su frowned slightly. This store was indeed a bit strange, and the owner didn’t seem like someone who would dare cross legal boundaries.  

Because the pricing of these antiques wasn’t particularly high.  

For example, the porcelain vase she bought would easily fetch over ten million at auction, but here it was sold for just 300,000—with instant delivery at that.  

Hiss—

Had she stumbled upon some supernatural incident? Some kind of system, or perhaps a ghostly delivery service?  

“Ms. Wu.”  

A middle-aged policewoman walked in, extending her hand for a handshake before inviting Wu Su to sit.  

“Ms. Wu, we’ve received a response from higher authorities. This store isn’t trafficking cultural relics. You can read this letter for the specifics.”  

It was called a letter, but it was actually a printed copy—the original was carefully preserved in the archives.  

Wu Su took the thin sheet of paper and read the brief message. Instantly, she felt as if a hurricane had swept through her mind, leaving her utterly bewildered.  

The letter stated that in the winter of 1972, a heavy snowfall lasted three months across the country. In a village called Dawang Village, a grocery store appeared.  

The owner of the grocery store appeared during the snowfall and vanished once it stopped. Her origins were mysterious, like a savior—she had saved countless lives.  

Old Mr. Wu also mentioned that he had collected a batch of “antiques” and sold them to the shop owner, which was how he got the money to exchange for food.  

……

The middle-aged policewoman, Zhou Linghua, also found it a bit unbelievable. She looked at Wu Su and explained, “The reason this letter was preserved is that it was written by the patriotic Old Mr. Wu. Frankly, no one truly believed its contents—they just wanted to keep his handwriting as a memento.”  

“Old Mr. Wu also used a great deal of food to save countless lives.”  

Wu Su handed the paper back, still in a daze. “So, you’re saying that in 1972, a grocery store appeared, and Old Mr. Wu sold some items to the shop owner in exchange for food to save people?”  

This sounded more and more like something out of a fantasy novel. Was their world not normal?  

“That’s what the records say. However, we’d appreciate it if you kept this matter confidential. Additionally, we’ll repurchase all the items. As for the porcelain vase you submitted, we’ll transfer the payment to your account,” Zhou Linghua said.  

Wu Su nodded blankly, about to open the store to share the link. Then, she spotted a fountain pen.  

The pen was priced at 5,000 yuan.  

Almost as if possessed, she bought it on the spot. The people in the conference room watched in astonishment as an old fountain pen materialized out of thin air.  

“There seems to be an engraving on it.”  

Wu Su passed the pen over. Zhou Linghua examined it and nodded silently.  

Wu Su checked the store’s backend and saw the owner’s message. A surreal, dreamlike feeling washed over her—was she actually communicating in real-time with someone from decades ago?  

Wu Su left a message: Boss, thank you. I believe these items were truly bought by you.

…

The next morning.

Su Ling had just finished packing the goods for Wang Zhaodi and Li Juan when Huahua alerted her.  

“All the items have been sold out. After deducting transaction fees, your current account balance is 80 million yuan.”  

At first, the number didn’t fully register. But when Su Ling saw the string of zeros in the backend, she immediately turned and hugged Huahua tightly.  

Excitement, disbelief, and repeated verification followed.  

“I’m rich!”  

As an ordinary office worker and background character in life, she had never seen so much money in her life!  

Huahua stretched out a paw and patted Su Ling’s head. “Host, you’re way too easy to satisfy.”  

Su Ling grinned. “Contentment is happiness.”  

After packing up, the woman and her cat opened the shop door. Wang Zhaodi and several female educated youths happened to arrive at the same time.  

They had already started a joint business, each covering different areas to earn more money for themselves during the winter.  

After Wang Zhaodi left, Shen Ping’an began his routine delivery rounds.  

7:00 AM – Across the nation, snow collecting machines and food collecting machines gradually started operating.  

8:00 AM – The enthusiastic snow-shoveling work began. Everyone was fighting hard to earn money.  

9:00 AM – People were already lining up to buy grain from the vending machines. Their families wouldn’t starve, and there was an unlimited supply of coal briquettes.  

10:00 AM – Su Ling’s customer count broke the threshold, allowing her to list medicine in the store.  

[Ding—]

[The previous life’s virtue points of the Koi Female Lead have been distributed normally. Koi Luck activated—Divine Red Koi.]

1:00 PM – Old Mr. Wu opened the warehouse and saw it filled to the brim with food.