Chapter 45: The Apocalypse? Well, Let's Do the Interior Design Apocalypse-Style

Not long after, a group of people hurriedly entered the room, and both sides shook hands.

The Golden Shield Company attached great importance to this business. Four or five people came, both men and women. The leader was a middle-aged man of medium height yet full of vigor, with a crisp buzz cut and a vibrant demeanor.

Yang Jie could distinctly sense a strong military aura from the man's physical energy and spirit.

However, the person in charge of Golden Shield Company was even more astonished than Yang Jie, because during the handshake, he could clearly feel that Yang Jie had the hands of someone who had handled firearms for years.

What was even more terrifying was that the tall foreign woman who spoke Chinese and another stunning beauty accompanying him both bore the unmistakable marks of long-term firearm training.

He couldn't help but swallow hard, forcing down the questions that rose to his lips.

Amidst the economic downturn, although he was the person in charge, he was also a shareholder. Having retired from the military, he had deeply cultivated this industry. If this deal went through, it would undoubtedly be the largest single order of the year, injecting a massive breath of life back into the company. Most importantly, it would give all the employees a strong sense of reassurance.

Yang Jie's requirements were simple: reinforce the entire house, preferably add a thermal insulation layer, and purchase some special equipment.

After listening for a long while, not only the person in charge, but even his subordinates all wore increasingly bizarre expressions.

One of the young men couldn't help asking, "Mr. Yang, your requirements are basically to reinforce the place according to doomsday movies, right?"

Yang Jie gave the young man a look that clearly said, "You've got a good eye."

"That's right. Not just decorated for an apocalypse, but an extreme heat apocalypse! It's best to build it to withstand sixty or seventy degrees Celsius!"

The person in charge nodded. To be honest, ever since 2012, they occasionally encountered doomsday enthusiasts—yes, the ones who called themselves preppers.

They loved building their own shelters and hoarding supplies. However, among all the orders they had undertaken, almost everyone focused on basements. Using a top-floor penthouse to play this game was definitely a first for him.

The group sat down in the living room, checking off Yang Jie's requirements one by one.

Finally, around eight or nine in the evening, the two sides concluded their discussions.

Realizing that the big guy before them was far from short on cash, the employees of Golden Shield Company let their imaginations run wild.

For instance, the walls of the entire house would be reinforced with special steel plates, with insulation materials embedded during the process.

Yang Jie's residence was a duplex apartment rather than a rooftop penthouse, meaning the roof was shared. To better generate clean energy, the person in charge suggested that Yang Jie rent the rooftop space.

A large number of various generators would be built on the top floor, striving to utilize the entire roof. Standing over thirty stories high, it was a prime location for wind power generation, no matter the time or place.

Next came the energy room. Following Yang Jie's specifications, a small storage room would be directly converted into an energy room capable of storing at least several hundred kilowatt-hours of electricity.

There would also be the installation of large-scale water storage devices, such as purchasing commercial-grade atmospheric water generators and ice-making machines.

Although he had plenty of relevant equipment stored away in his dimensional space, Yang Jie still had Golden Shield Company purchase them directly, as they needed to be integrated into the house anyway.

Finally, Yang Jie requested that the entire floor-to-ceiling glass be replaced with bulletproof glass, backed by an inner layer of thermal insulation glass. The integrated bulletproof glass alone would cost over a million.

As for the doors, blast-resistant doors would be used directly; unless high explosives were deployed from the outside, breaking in would be virtually impossible.

Crucially, many of the cabinets throughout the rooms needed to be designed with stealth doors—those kinds of cabinet doors that looked ordinary at first glance, but with a simple turn or press, revealed a completely hidden secondary compartment.

It would be best to equip them with fingerprint or password verification.

"Mr. Yang, with everything finalized, the budget comes to 5.5 million, with a construction period of two months! I wonder..."

Hearing this, Yang Jie directly interrupted him.

"No!"

The person in charge felt his heart skip a beat. "Actually, we can offer a discount!"

Yang Jie waved his hand.

"I don't need a discount. What I want is for the entire project to be completed within fifteen days!"

The person in charge's jaw dropped.

"This—this is unnecessary, isn't it? Fifteen days is simply too tight!"

"Complete it in 15 days, and I'll pay ten million. For every day it exceeds that, I'll deduct 100,000!"

The person in charge looked behind him at the dark-skinned middle-aged man who had been pricking up his ears.

"Engineer Zhang, what do you think?"

Pushing up glasses thicker than beer bottle bottoms, Engineer Zhang said with utter nonchalance, "Simple. Increase the workforce and work 24 hours non-stop. Of course, Mr. Yang will have to handle any noise complaints and property management issues himself!"

Yang Jie stood up immediately and shook hands with the person in charge.

"Pleasure doing business with you!"

"Pleasure doing business with you!"

"If Mr. Yang has no further questions, I'll go contact the crew right now!"

"Good, the sooner the better!"

After giving the password to the decoration company, the group finally departed.

Upon returning to the hotel, Kaizi left looking utterly bewildered.

He felt that Yang Jie was different from before; it really felt like the rhythm before the end of the world.

After pondering for a bit, feeling somewhat uneasy, he began contacting friends overseas. Whether it was intentional on Yang Jie's part or sheer luck for Kaizi, one of his friends happened to be among the live-streamers who had dined with Yang Jie last time—and was one of those people who firmly believed in the coming apocalypse.

"What? A billionaire sold off all his assets and is hoarding all kinds of supplies?"

"Ah? That billionaire is from Long Country?"

"You guys are hoarding supplies too?"

"The end of the world? How is that possible, stop messing with me!"

While contacting his friends, Kaizi kept reacting with shock and disbelief. Suddenly, a flash of lightning crossed his mind, and he became somewhat uncertain.

"The billionaire you're talking about—he wouldn't happen to be over two meters tall, built like a black bear stealing a cassock, right?"

The person on the other end immediately replied, "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, you have no idea—that guy's background is terrifyingly huge. He straight-up wasted a few Haji-blacks, and when the cops showed up, not only was he totally fine, but they even helped clean up the crime scene for him. I almost peed my pants just watching it back then."

After hanging up the phone, Kaizi heavily smoked three cigarettes and drifted off to sleep amidst a swirl of intense confusion, planning to question Yang Jie about it tomorrow.

How should one put it? If you don't care, you have no worries at all. But once you care, once doubts take root, they cling to you like maggots on a bone, impossible to shake off.

Given his age, having watched plenty of doomsday movies, weren't Yang Jie's actions blatantly telling him that the end of the world was coming? Otherwise, why else would he drag him along?

At that moment, Yang Jie had finished showering. Bare-chested, revealing muscles as carved by a knife and axe, he wore a gloomy expression.

Li Siyao walked over. Since Yang Jie was the only man in the house, she wore only a bikini, her explosive figure sending blood rushing through the veins.

Zhao Baitong lay on the couch, her ears pricked up to listen to whatever the two were about to say. She was never one for many words, and Li Siyao served as her mouthpiece.

"What on earth is wrong with you today? With Kaizi around, it wasn't convenient to talk, but you can say it now."