Du Ru stood at the front gate of Beijing's First Cotton Textile Factory. An old man sat at the entrance, staring intently at the stranger as if he were a thief.,Actually, there are many good things in the space. Before the apocalypse, I didn't prepare any supplies. After the apocalypse, every time I went to collect supplies, I saw those high-tech electronics or valuable jewelry, gold, cosmetics discarded in the mall, and I would collect some.,"It must have been tough coming all the way from your hometown to Beijing, right" Old Zhou said with a concerned look:。