Chapter 86: Exaggerated Prices

Iron Lion's convoy had the most people and also the most supplies.

After many survivors died previously, their supplies became Iron Lion's private property.

Every time supplies were collected, whatever supplies survivors on Iron Lion's vehicles obtained also became collective property.

Due to long-term accumulation, Iron Lion was the wealthiest individual in this convoy.

Of course, he was also the one with the highest consumption.

These people contributed all their supplies, and Iron Lion was also responsible for their daily lives, ensuring they wouldn't starve to death.

If the collected supplies yielded a bountiful harvest,

their daily provisions would be more abundant.

If supplies were scarce, like recently, they only got two bowls of thin porridge per day.

Those three survivors who rode motorcycles earlier, although they lived more freely than them, their corpses were probably already dried into jerky by the sun.

Iron Lion's supplies were spread out over a large area on the ground.

The most eye-catching were boxes and boxes of the latest model fruit phones.

Before the apocalypse, these were hard currency, costing over ten thousand each, with top configurations even reaching twenty thousand.

No one knew where Iron Lion got them from.

Even after the apocalypse, these phones had most likely turned into bricks, but they were still quite attention-grabbing.

Of course, no one would actually trade for these phones.

There were also some clothes and similar items.

As for food,

there was some too.

If you wanted to exchange for drinking water, only food could be traded for it.

There were also several bottles of alcohol and cigarettes.

When these items were displayed, Chen Ye could clearly see that old scoundrel Mo Huairen coming over as if smelling them from afar.

This guy, like Chen Ye, was also an old smoker.

In these times, getting hold of manufactured cigarettes wasn't an easy task.

Sun Xixi's supplies seemed smaller compared to Iron Lion's.

But when she laid out that row of knives, it also attracted many people's attention.

In Great Xia, obtaining guns was difficult, so these blades became sought-after items.

Although these were just ordinary knives and useless against Anomalies,

they were still quite intimidating when dealing with people.

In the apocalypse, not only could Anomalies kill people—sometimes humans were even more terrifying than Anomalies.

Captain Chu's items were varied and diverse.

He had all kinds of things.

The most attractive among them were undoubtedly the two Wonder Materials obtained from the Human-Faced Scorpion.

Captain Chu had discussed with the others before bringing out these two items.

Although everyone wanted these two Wonder Materials to eventually create Wonders when opportunities arose,

the current situation didn't permit it.

The top priority now was solving the drinking water problem, so despite reluctance, they had to be brought out.

As for Chen Ye's supplies,

they were the least among the several people.

Some had been blown away during the sandstorm earlier, but fortunately there was some food in the cockpit.

Chen Ye had no choice but to bring out a portion.

There were also several bottles of baijiu.

These were collected back in Xinghua Town and had been tossed in a corner all along.

The previous beer had all been traded away by Sun Xixi.

These liquors had been stored with the idea of trading for supplies later—he never expected they'd still come in handy now.

Of course, Chen Ye also had some cigarettes.

But these cigarettes, under normal circumstances, Chen Ye would never bring out.

Like shopping, Chen Ye walked past each of the camel train's stalls one by one.

Based on understanding, most of the supplies in the camel train belonged to several Sequence Superpower users.

The slaves had no property of their own.

Of course, each stall had several emaciated "slaves" helping watch over them.

This was also considered providing service to Chen Ye and the others.

Chen Ye, Iron Lion, and Sun Xixi lingered in front of these stalls.

Even their assistants were circling around the camel train's stalls at this time.

As for Captain Chu Che, he had already disappeared into a tent with Old Man Mo, seemingly discussing large-scale transactions.

"How do you trade for this? What size?"

Chen Ye pointed at a pair of white and red high-top Aizhui sneakers and asked.

If these shoes were genuine, they would have cost at least over two thousand before the apocalypse.

His previous shoes had their soles melted off in the desert.

Therefore, Chen Ye was still wearing flip-flops now.

It didn't matter in the desert for the time being.

He would definitely leave the desert eventually, and having a pair of shoes would be important then.

The stall was run by a young man with deeply sunken cheeks.

Hearing the question, he weakly raised his head: "Size 43, two jin of rice, or ten packs of instant noodles."

Looking at the cigarette in Chen Ye's mouth, the young man added: "One pack of cigarettes works too, any kind will do!"

"These shoes are collaboration edition, guaranteed authentic, inspect them as you like!"

Chen Ye sneered: "Are you crazy? Just a pair of shoes, and you want two jin of rice?"

If this were before the apocalypse and Chen Ye dared ask like that, someone would probably have spat in his face.

The young man also got agitated: "When I bought these shoes, I spent over three thousand! Is two jin of rice too much?"

"You know that was back then? One pack of instant noodles, take it or leave it!"

"One pack of instant noodles? You... you..."

The young man's chest heaved violently as if he'd been insulted.

He looked at the shoes, then at Chen Ye, moisture seeming to appear in his eyes.

Gritting his teeth, he said: "I... I'll trade..."

These two words seemed to use up his last bit of strength.

Chen Ye turned back to the vehicle, took out a pack of Old Altar Pickled Vegetables flavor and tossed it over.

The young man looked at the Old Altar Pickled Vegetables in his hand, his expression looking constipated: "At least give me Braised Beef flavor! I don't like Old Altar Pickled Vegetables!"

"Take it or leave it, that's all there is, nothing else..."

Chen Ye bent down, grabbed these collaboration edition white and red high-top Aizhui shoes, and took them away along with the box.

A middle-aged man walked over, snatched the Old Altar Pickled Vegetables from the young man's hand, sneered, and left.

The young man's mouth twitched violently, tears almost overflowing from his eyes.

The shoes were his—over three thousand worth of shoes traded for just one container of Old Altar Pickled Vegetables.

And it had been confiscated too.

Life was unbearable.

Of course, he had managed to trade for some food today, so he'd get a spoonful of clear soup as commission for dinner.

Chen Ye came again to the small desktop fan from before.

He traded three cigarettes for this item.

This small fan was even less valuable than those Aizhui shoes earlier.

Without electricity, this small fan was just decoration.

As for those cassette tapes, Chen Ye used just one cigarette to trade for several dozen boxes of tapes.

These things were already unwanted before the apocalypse.

In the current apocalypse, they were even more neglected.

Most vehicles now supported Bluetooth playback, and even older models only supported discs.

Only specific groups of people had machines that could play such antiquated things as cassette tapes.

But Chen Ye was different.

As long as he had Slaughter Points, he could exchange for anything he wanted.

Chen Ye had already decided that once he had a bit more Slaughter Points to spare, he'd ask the System to exchange for a car player that could play cassette tapes.

He had just consulted the System—exchanging for a car player that could play cassette tapes only required eighty Slaughter Points.

This amount of Slaughter Points, Chen Ye was willing to pay.

At least driving wouldn't be so boring in the future.

Chen Ye was actually doing well enough now to start considering enjoyment matters.

"Young man, hehe, how do you trade for that baijiu of yours?"

An aged voice sounded by Chen Ye's ear.

It was Old Man Mo who had just come out of the tent.

This guy had clearly set his sights on Chen Ye's baijiu.

This old man wasn't picky about either tobacco or alcohol—when he saw baijiu at Chen Ye's stall, he couldn't tear himself away.

"Trade your bull bones for it!"