The Pregnant Mommy Survive on Unlimited Supplies-Chapter 235: The living environment has deteriorated sharply

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Although Hua Mi had cheated Ma Zhixuan, she felt no guilt about it, but she still decided to go check on Qin Zhen.

She got off her own RV and, stepping on the freshly cleared snow, headed towards Qin Zhen’s RV.

Outside the RV where Qin Zhen was having her confinement, Hua Mi unsurprisingly saw Ma Yongchun.

Ma Yongchun was on the phone with the management echelons of C City. Seeing Hua Mi coming, he quickly hung up the call and hurried over, saying with some distress,

"Mrs. Gong, I haven’t been able to find Zhixuan these past few days."

He wanted Ma Zhixuan to come out and apologize to Qin Zhen and Hua Mi.

But Ma Zhixuan had made up his mind to avoid punishment, and these past few days he even stopped answering Ma Yongchun’s calls.

Ma Yongchun was so anxious that he ran back and forth between Xiang City and C City, and he had visibly lost weight from the strain.

Hua Mi looked at Ma Yongchun with a half-smile,

"Why are you telling me about not finding your brother? What can I, a heavily pregnant woman, do? Help you find your brother?"

After saying that, Hua Mi continued walking towards Qin Zhen’s RV.

Ma Yongchun followed behind her, explaining,

"I know Zhixuan has done something seriously wrong this time, but the survivors in C City are really suffering from the intense cold; the temperature dropped too quickly."

In just a few days, the snow on the ground had already reached knee-height, and all the firewood nearby C City that could be gathered for burning was completely scavenged.

This was no exaggeration. C City, due to a lack of effective management dispatch, did not even have one smokeless firewood stove.

The smokeless firewood stoves popular in Xiang City were absent in C City!

Some of these stoves were sourced by Chi Chuan from friends of friends, some were bought from the survivors and then resold.

There were also some survivors who, seeing a business opportunity, made them with their own materials and sold them in the market themselves.

Because Xiang City had abundant materials, once the street market became saturated, all kinds of craftsmen became in high demand.

Anyway, if they couldn’t sell what they made, they could just sell it to Chi Chuan, who had the financially strong Hua Mi backing him up; she would buy anything.

As time went by, Hua Mi accumulated a pile of various materials and supported quite a number of craftsmen.

Among them were those skillful and clever at making smokeless firewood stoves.

These smokeless firewood stoves could save on thermal energy, where a few pieces of firewood could burn for several hours.

C City, lacking these smokeless firewood stoves, had to gather firewood and light open fires; when the fire went out, they had to gather more from the wilderness.

This led to a tremendous waste of resources, to say the least.

The key point was, there were no tree branches left in the vicinity of C City.

A large number of survivors had to trek far through knee-thick snow every day just to bring back a bundle of wood.

The survival environment had drastically worsened.

If they couldn’t buy firewood and smokeless firewood stoves from Xiang City, Ma Yongchun’s management team estimated many survivors in C City would freeze to death.

At this point, everyone could realize the butterfly effect caused by the failed firewood deal Ma Zhixuan messed up and its destructive magnitude.

What Ma Yongchun meant was that Ma Zhixuan definitely, absolutely had to apologize to Hua Mi.

Perhaps if Hua Mi felt satisfied, she might continue to supply an unlimited amount of wood for the survivors in C City.

Everyone would resolve this difficult situation peacefully and harmoniously.

As Hua Mi walked ahead, listening to Ma Yongchun’s difficult explanation, she couldn’t help but laugh. So, Hua Mi stopped and turned to Commander Ma,

"Commander Ma, it’s not that I don’t want to help. The deal I promised your wife earlier was because I didn’t realize the severity of the situation, so I rashly said I could provide an unlimited amount of wood for C City."

"But now, I truly, from the bottom of my heart, do not have that much wood available to help all the survivors in C City stay warm."

She was wrong; she had previously thought that the 27 square kilometers of Black Land could provide an infinite supply of trees.

As a result, the trees on the 27-square Black Land indeed grew rapidly, but their output was at most a few tens of thousands of pounds per day.

Pausing for a moment, Hua Mi continued,

"Yesterday, a college classmate of mine came by, asking to buy ten thousand pounds of wood from me. I didn’t sell it—I really have no supply to offer, no way around it."

Ma Yongchun opened his mouth,

"But you said you have tens of thousands of pounds of wood every day... seems like you must have a significant inventory."

Without paying him any attention, Hua Mi kept walking—she had zero inventory of wood.

But she didn’t say so.

Ma Yongchun wanted to say more, but a secretary rushed over in a hurry and said,

"Commander, we’ve found the second son. He’s with a team at the Xiang City Rescue Center, and this team just purchased 300,000 servings of Half-finished Pickled Fish and the supplies of 2,000 trucks."

This wasn’t any secret; rather, it was so well known that everyone in Xiang City was aware of it.

Many wealthy individuals from C City were inquiring about this matter.

They had donated a lot of money to C City with the goal of making life a bit better for its survivors.

The sudden formation of this team by Ma Zhixuan had the tycoons reaching out to C City’s management layer, asking what was this all about?

"What?"

Ma Yongchun suddenly shouted,

"Ma Zhixuan? Where did he get so much money?"

The secretary wore a grim expression and said nothing.

Although Ma Zhixuan was known for his generosity in Xiang City, not lacking money for food and drink, and could easily bring out tens of thousands of dollars at any time,

could swallowing 300,000 servings of pickled fish and the supplies of 2,000 trucks be done with just tens of thousands of dollars?

Everyone aware of this affair was speculating about Ma Zhixuan’s source of funds.

Everyone knew that this matter couldn’t be unconnected with C City’s reserve fund accounts.

Standing beside Qin Zhen’s RV, Hua Mi shrugged her shoulders—she, of course, didn’t know where Ma Zhixuan’s money came from either.

She didn’t even know who the person was who had purchased large quantities of her goods... Hua Mi didn’t know.

She was just a business person who didn’t meddle in other people’s private affairs.

Once on the RV, Ma Yongchun didn’t follow. He continued to look for Ma Zhixuan.

Qin Zhen sat inside the vehicle, her head wrapped in a turban, with a large stack of files on the table in front of her.

Seeing Hua Mi come in, Qin Zhen pinched the bridge of her nose,

"What is Ma Zhixuan up to now?"

She was inside the vehicle and had heard Hua Mi’s conversation with Ma Yongchun.

Hua Mi shrugged and handed Qin Zhen a stack of photos,

"I’m telling you this because I consider you a friend. If your husband asks, I definitely won’t say a word."

Qin Zhen’s face grew increasingly dark as she looked at the photos in her hands, and finally, she silently placed them down.

Sitting opposite Qin Zhen, Hua Mi became curious and asked:

"Aren’t you going to check it out? He’s been quite rich lately."

A struggle flashed in Qin Zhen’s eyes, which eventually turned into a form of extreme rationality.

She looked at Hua Mi,

"His brother went, didn’t he? Let his brother handle it, I don’t want to know about this matter."