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"Why do you need to take out a loan, young man?"
The Mediterranean man looked at the young man with curiosity.
"I lost money in business and urgently need funds for turnover," Lu Xiaoran replied nonchalantly.
"Just sign this contract, and I'll handle everything for you."
Although he was still puzzled, he didn't pry into the other man's private matters. After completing the paperwork, the Mediterranean man transferred two million to Lu Xiaoran's account.
After leaving the pawnshop, Lu Xiaoran contacted Li Botong and transferred one million to the Gu'an Division's account.
"Sir, we have received your deposit for the transfer. Your custom Hazmat Suit will begin production tonight."
Having settled the payment, Lu Xiaoran hailed a taxi from the street, preparing to return to his previous residence. He decided to keep the remaining one million for future use.
Sitting in the backseat, Lu Xiaoran glanced at his bank account on his phone, quietly calculating his next steps.
Initially, he had not wanted to go through such trouble with a pawnshop; he had considered simply acquiring a hundred-dollar bill and using his ability to replicate a stack of them. However, upon further reflection, he felt uneasy about that approach.
Each banknote has unique serial numbers, much like identification numbers; every single one is distinct. The banknotes Lu Xiaoran would replicate using his ability would be identical to the original sample, including those numbers, leaving no room for differentiation.
He wasn't sure if identical serial numbers would be recognized as counterfeit by machines, and Lu Xiaoran was unwilling to take that risk. In the last three weeks before the apocalypse began, if he were caught and taken in for questioning, all his plans would be thrown into disarray.
After some contemplation, Lu Xiaoran opted for the more secure route of using a pawnshop. This way, the money borrowed through a loan wouldn't raise suspicion anytime soon, making it relatively safer.
Later that evening, Lu Xiaoran returned to his rented room. What should he do next? He already had a safe house; now he needed to choose a location to replicate it.
Using his ability, Lu Xiaoran conjured up a bowl of beef noodles and continued to think while eating.
The higher the terrain, the less toxic gas there would be; he needed to select a high-altitude location. From what he learned in his previous life, Lu Xiaoran knew that this type of gas is denser than air. In open areas, toxic gas naturally sinks to lower ground.
In areas of higher elevation, the concentration of toxic gas decreases, while in lower areas, the concentration increases. In the community where Lu Xiaoran lived in his previous life, the toxic gas had reached lethal levels just ten meters above ground.
Hundreds of residents on the third floor were forced to evacuate. Some female residents even offered services in exchange for a chance to move into higher floors with lower gas concentrations, negotiating with single men living above.
To find a higher ground, it seemed best to choose mountainous regions. He might as well contract an abandoned mountain.
With his mind made up, Lu Xiaoran planned to contact someone about leasing a mountain after finishing his beef noodles. As he took out his phone, he noticed a message had come through on WeChat.
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