The next day.
Bai Yang got up for breakfast and once again spotted cans of black bean fish and Merlin canned luncheon meat on the table, which his dad had bought. Even though his dad was confident and swore that professional intervention would solve the problem—come on, a country of 1.4 billion people, a world of 7 billion people, could they really just watch the sky fall? If humanity banded together, even if it was an asteroid heading for Earth, they could push it back—his dad said that, but still covertly bought cans in bulk, heaps of them, and brought them home for Bai Yang and his mom to taste-test. After eating canned food for a week straight, Bai Yang now felt nauseous at the smell of it.
Besides canned food, his dad also bought bows and arrows, daggers, electric shock devices, helmets, soft bullet-proof vests, and ceramic bulletproof plates on Taobao, hammering and chiseling them fiercely upon arrival as if he was pivoting to become a military weapons reviewer.
