Chapter Seventeen: Shortage of Hands

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Qianqian’s husband nodded. “Although some of the medicine is domestic, our company holds the distribution rights!”

“Tsk tsk tsk, what is this guy up to?”

Seeing his wife confused, he explained directly, “One unit, 1U, of blood equals 200 milliliters, which is about one bag. He wants ten thousand bags—he’s crazy. Just the blood alone would cost 2.5 million US dollars!”

“The catch is, he doesn’t want just type O blood, it has to pass virus testing as well!”

Many people didn’t realize that blood exports were the sixth major pillar industry of Big Beauty’s economy, but this industry had suffered multiple crises of trust.

Why? Because all the blood sold was often infected with HIV. Yang Jie owned several blood collection stations, so he was well aware of the convoluted issues involved.

After her husband’s explanation, Qianqian didn’t feel relieved; instead, she went pale. She immediately confided everything that had happened today to him.

Her husband fell silent instantly and lit a cigarette.

The situation at home and abroad was different.

In China, many people believed the whole world was peaceful, filled with laughter everywhere. No matter how hard things got, they only thought of domestic competition.

But few in China understood what it felt like to have a missile suddenly strike above your head, or to go out for groceries and come back to find your home bombed to rubble.

Those who had lived abroad for a long time understood the global situation clearly—not just between countries, but even neighbors were far from peaceful, ready to turn violent at any moment.

“So, what’s the real situation?”

Seeing her husband remain silent, Qianqian grew anxious.

After finishing three cigarettes, her husband took a deep breath and immediately sent a message to Yang Jie.

“Boss, if I had a million, how much do you think would be reasonable to spend?”

There was no immediate reply. Her husband paced the room, growing increasingly uneasy. Why would a billionaire waste time messing with them? Impossible!

Moreover, his order was far from normal—ten thousand units of type O blood? That’s two metric tons. Judging by the medical equipment in the order, it didn’t look like a hospital, but more like a highly specialized medical facility, akin to an emergency and ICU center.

If it were only Qianqian saying this, he wouldn’t believe it. But the order was too strange.

Once you connected the dots, damn, he was probably planning to build an underground emergency medical station.

After a while, his phone flashed. He opened it and saw two words.

“All in.”

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Qianqian’s husband’s face turned grim.

“Wife, I’ll prepare the supplies immediately. You contact Datou—get some friends you were with tonight. Everyone should sit down and talk. If possible, have everyone move in together.”

“Also, don’t sell the house back home. Bring the three elders here.”

Qianqian seemed to understand something; her eyes reddened but she nodded and got busy.

Putting Qianqian’s family aside, the other dozen or so streamers began stockpiling supplies. They understood deeply that the information a billionaire received was not comparable to theirs.

The biggest difference between people in China and abroad was the sensitivity to crisis. People in China were well protected; abroad, the situation was different. Overseas Chinese living in Florida probably had more insight—houses could be blown up at any time.

Still, some didn’t believe it. A few streamers ignored Yang Jie’s warning and continued their live broadcasts as usual.

Villa.

Yang Jie smiled as he crossed off the medicines and medical equipment from the supply list.

“Didn’t expect such luck today—just like that, the medical equipment and medicine problem is solved!”

Li Siyao looked at the newly added type O blood on the list.

“Why did you think of buying blood?”

Yang Jie explained, “In apocalyptic scenarios, many injuries can be saved, but without blood transfusions, a lot die from blood loss!”

Li Siyao nodded; Yang Jie was very thorough.

“By your usual standards, it’s like hard currency, right?”

This time Yang Jie didn’t agree.

“Blood is very difficult to store. The best way is at minus eighty degrees Celsius. Most people can’t manage that. I’m stocking so much just in case. Without some black tech support, I wouldn’t dare!”

At this moment, Zhao Baitong walked over, her delicate nose twitching.

“What did you eat tonight? Smells so good.”

“Dongpo pork and lots of other tasty things. Who told you not to come?”

Zhao Baitong replied irritably, “There’s so much to handle, plus I have to place orders for some companies. By the way, the warehouse is almost full. When you have time, go check it!”

“Okay!”

Seeing Zhao Baitong’s hesitant expression, Yang Jie couldn’t help but ask.

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“Just say it directly. Don’t beat around the bush!”

Zhao Baitong sighed.

“After purchasing supplies, we realized we’re still too understaffed! Everyone’s swamped, even Jin Zhiyan has started helping.”

After the three sat down, Li Siyao poured tea for the two. Yang Jie spread his hands in a wry smile, shaking his head repeatedly.

After foreseeing the apocalypse, Yang Jie had begun recruiting his old team members.

A fully staffed special operations squad needed at least a commander, assault troops, heavy weapons, sniper, demolitions expert, communications officer, and medic.

Big Beauty’s former Delta Force was said to number about a thousand men, but only 250 were combatants. That meant the ratio of fighters to support staff was roughly one to three.

Yang Jie wanted his own logistics team, but he was very selective. He sought people with solid expertise who shared his resolve.

After careful consideration, he only recruited Sharapova, Choi Hye-joo, and Sophia. Why no men?

It wasn’t that Yang Jie didn’t want to recruit men—it was that he couldn’t trust those with ability.

Those he could trust were either dead from drugs, in jail enjoying a miserable life, or suffering from combat mania, never leaving the battlefield until death.

The worst part was that there had been two formidable heavy gunners, Grizzly and Tank, but when contacted, these two over-two-meter tall strongmen had taken up LGBT identities, claiming their gender was “armed helicopter,” which made Yang Jie sick for days.

How could he recruit such unstable people into his squad?

Not long after, the women came in exhausted, worn out from a full day of procurement. Seeing Yang Jie and Li Siyao looking flushed and energetic, their spirits deflated.

“Damn it, is it fashionable now to hoard alone?”

“Fine, tonight’s dinner will be hamburgers!”

Yang Jie waved to the women.

“Zhao Baitong says we’re short-staffed. Any opinions?”

Sophia plopped down on the sofa, drank all of Yang Jie’s tea, and said slowly.