With 23 days remaining until the onset of the terrifying apocalypse…

Today I woke up early, made a confirmation call to Phantom Glade regarding the progress of joss paper production, and then sat down at the computer.

My initial capital was only the 15 million dollars borrowed from bank and loan shark, and my options for making money were limited. However, to the best of my knowledge, there happened to be an opportunity at this moment.

R-coins, also known as the most unbelievable wealth myth of the 21st century, were a virtual currency circulated and traded through internet platforms. The specific principles behind them were complex, and I couldn't explain them clearly.

What I did know was that today was the cheapest day in history to buy R-coins at just 10 cent each. Since most people still had little knowledge of this virtual currency, the only related news was about a college student who used 100 R-coins to buy a pancake. This pancake was once jokingly called as “the most expensive pancake in human history”.

I remembered this news report well, and it was when the popularity of this news had reached its peak that people began buying R-coins for fun. Young rich heirs even started to view R-coins as a trend, drawing countless followers.

Over the course of just twenty days, the value of R-coins skyrocketed exponentially, and the surge was so intense that it could no longer be described as merely rising. It was more like soaring.

Currently, R-coins is valued at 10 cent each, and I invest 5 million dollars to purchase 50 million R-coins. As long as R-coins reach two dollars, I will have 100 million to pay Phantom Glade for the production of joss paper. And I am certain that R-coins would go way beyond that.

As for the remaining 10 million, I have other uses for them.

Transforming joss paper into usable underworld currency required an additional step: burning.

I have to burn the joss paper and the pieces of paper with my name and date of birth written on them in a cremation furnace before the apocalypse arrive. In my previous life, my father had left me usable joss paper in this manner.

I have no idea if the joss paper burned after the apocalypse would still be useful.

But this is my only chance to change my fate, I couldn't take any risks.

The quantity of joss paper I ordered was way too large, and they can only be burnt in professional crematory.

Burning joss paper for myself would make me look like a lunatic.

I don't mind judgements, but I don’t want to get in trouble because of the strange behavior. I have no time to explain such crazy actions to the police.

To avoid unnecessary complications, I needed to purchase my own crematory.

I don't have much knowledge in this area, so I have prepared extra money and spent several days with a business intermediary, visiting various crematories in the surrounding area.

A fully equipped crematory is worth around 6 million dollars, and I have 10 million in my pocket. I can buy any crematory I want. Even the short and thin intermediary following me around stood upright and proud, as if he had the support of a wealthy moneybag.

I inspected each factory in person and finally chose one with the most advanced incineration equipment and the most vigorous flames.

When the factory owner learned that his was the "lucky crematory” chosen by the "moneybag," he was delighted and immediately demanded three million dollars. He even put on a pitiful act, shedding tears, and claimed that his business was doing so well that he couldn't bear to sell the factory. It was only because I had come with money in hand, showing such sincerity, that he considered selling it to me. He is even worrying how to explain this to his wife when he got home.

This man is a good actor.

Even a brand-new factory wouldn't be worth more than 8 million dollars. 10 million dollars is more than enough for him to start somewhere new, and buy a top-notch sports car to make his wife happy.

After enjoying his excellent performance, I smiled and wrote him a check. Anyway, I still have 5 million invested in R-coins, so there is no need to be stingy about this amount.

The crematory will be handed over to me after ten days. I lied and told the owner that my own employees would come to take over, so he has to dismiss his current employees during this time. Since the sale of the factory was profitable, the owner easily agreed to all my requests, and each of his employees received a substantial severance package.

After securing the crematory, I took the time to find a reliable freight company and reserved ten large trucks to transport the ordered joss paper from Phantom Glade to the crematory on the final payment day agreed with Milton.

These past few days had kept me extremely busy as I diligently prepared for each step of the plan.