Madness After the Apocalypse-Chapter 45: Constant temperature fabric

Zhao Ping'an studied her carefully. "Idol, do you like it? If not, I can find something else to trade."

*Like it? How could she not like it?*

An Nan cleared her throat. "Let me take a closer look. What does it feel like?"

She pulled the fabric from the bag, running her hands over it. It felt like her silk quilt—comfortably soft and smooth.

Wrapping it around her right arm, she immediately noticed the dampness being blocked out.

Since the city had turned into a waterlogged ruin, the humidity had been overwhelming. As soon as she wrapped herself in the fabric, she felt a sense of long-missed relief.

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Zhao Ping'an then pulled out a lighter and began to heat her arm with it.

An Nan gasped. "I really can't feel the heat!"

Next, Zhao Ping'an took a fruit knife and aimed it at her arm.

An Nan jumped back, quickly retracting her hand.

Seeing her tense up, Zhao Ping'an hurriedly reassured her, "Idol, don't worry. I just wanted to show you the cut-resistant feature."

An Nan breathed a sigh of relief. "No need for that. This fabric is great. I'll take it."

She wasn't about to test its cut-resistant abilities herself. What if she actually got hurt? Even if she didn't, she didn't want to risk damaging the fabric.

What she truly cared about was its constant temperature function. She just wanted something that would make her more comfortable when she had to go out in extreme heat or cold.

Zhao Ping'an, seeing her agreeing to the trade, was thrilled.

"Idol, you really have an eye for quality! Even though the constant temperature feature might seem a bit trivial, the cut-resistance is truly impressive! You can try it yourself when you get home."

*Trivial?* An Nan thought to herself, *Constant temperature is far from trivial—it's incredibly useful!*

Silly kid, he has no idea what the weather will be like in the future!

She asked, "Do you have any more of this fabric?"

Zhao Ping'an grinned. "I still have some. I gave you ten meters, which should be enough for four outfits. I probably have that much left at home. Do you want more?"

"No need. This will be enough."

An Nan wasn't going to take everything. She wanted to leave something for Zhao Ping'an.

She tucked the fabric into her bag. "What kind of snacks do you want in exchange?"

"Anything is fine. I'm not picky, just whatever you feel like giving me."

An Nan nodded, grabbed the plastic bag, and made her way home.

Inwardly, she couldn't help but think: *Such high-tech fabric, and he's just using a big black plastic garbage bag to carry it around?*

When this fabric was first introduced, it was meant to be packaged beautifully and sold at a high price in fancy displays.

She remembered the rumored price of 70,000 per meter...

This piece of fabric she had, about ten meters long, was worth around 700,000.

And Zhao Ping'an was trading it for snacks?

An Nan felt a little awkward. She realized that in her two transactions with Zhao Ping'an, she had been the one benefiting.

...

Fu Gui, who had been following An Nan quietly, had been sitting on the floor listening to their conversation. Seeing her heading home, it quickly followed.

Only then did Zhao Ping'an notice the small dog.

He had been so focused on An Nan that he hadn't noticed it before.

His eyes lit up. "Your dog is in great condition! Its coat is shiny and smooth."

He adored cute things.

"Does it bite? Can I pet it?"

The moment Fu Gui was mentioned, An Nan immediately tensed up.

It wasn't that she didn't trust Zhao Ping'an, but in this chaotic, post-apocalyptic world, there were too many people eyeing her dog. She couldn't afford to be careless.

For her, Fu Gui wasn't just a pet; it was the only family she had left.

She studied Zhao Ping'an's expression carefully, but he seemed sincere.

Zhao Ping'an cautiously petted Fu Gui's head, and the dog didn't resist.

An Nan relaxed, calling Fu Gui back home.

At this point, Zhao Ping'an likely hadn't gone hungry yet and wouldn't think of anything untoward toward her dog.

As An Nan walked back home with the fabric, Zhao Ping'an waited patiently outside her door, showing no fear that she might take the fabric and leave without paying.

Once back inside, An Nan pondered over the snacks in her space.

What kind of snacks could be worth 700,000?

Though the snacks she had were worth far less, giving away too much at once could raise suspicions.

Even before the disaster, people didn't usually stockpile dozens of crates of snacks.

Letting people know she had abundant supplies wouldn't be a problem, but if they suspected she knew about the disaster in advance or had a storage space, that could lead to serious trouble.

Zhao Ping'an had quite the imagination, and she couldn't risk him figuring out the truth.

She decided to take it easy. After all, food prices had changed drastically.

A gold bracelet could now only trade for a couple of bags of millet.

She pulled out a large cardboard box and began packing it with snacks.

Potato chips, spicy strips, squid jerky, pickled chicken feet, five-spice melon seeds, seaweed, crispy sausages... each item went into the box, a few bags of each.

Would self-heating hot pots count as snacks?

Not sure, but since there was still space in the box, An Nan just threw two boxes in.

She sealed the box with tape, thoughtfully adding a handle.

Finally, she grabbed a box of Coca-Cola.

In truth, these items would have been worth only a few hundred before the disaster. Now, to trade for such valuable fabric, it felt almost embarrassing.

She hoped Zhao Ping'an wouldn't mind.

An Nan, a bit uneasy, left her house with the box of snacks in hand.