I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 978 - 1067: Not Enough Goods to Grab? Limited Sales Per Person!

Chapter 978: Chapter 1067: Not Enough Goods to Grab? Limited Sales Per Person!
These merchants, having caught wind of the news, were early in preparing their goods, waiting for the Huaxia Team to arrive and join in dividing the spoils.
"However, I heard the Huaxia Team only needs hard currency like crude oil, so everyone should prepare more crude oil."
"The goods from Saudi Arabia are really good, but our crude oil hasn’t been selling well there, and buying their goods is insanely expensive."
"Nowadays, we’re all brother countries; we can’t charge our brothers high prices."
"Understood, I get it. Don’t worry, we’re offering a buy-five-get-one-free deal. Isn’t that sincere enough?"
Instructions from higher-ups have been clear, and the merchants naturally understand the rules. After all, policies come from the barrel of a gun, and they dare not be too reckless.
The trading hall was immense, and the Huaxia Team laid out their samples densely in the exhibition area.
But soon, the merchants’ faces turned peculiar, and they started whispering to each other.
"Didn’t they say they brought back a lot of good stuff from Saudi Arabia? Why is there so much scrap metal? Although my factory does need it—scrap metal is not worth much these days."
"Though it’s not worth much, Old Tie brought it from a thousand miles away. I think a few of us should buy it all at market price, at least not letting Old Tie take a loss."
"Yeah, after all, even if we lose money, the Township Government will subsidize us."
"Hiss, if I’m not mistaken, is this an Mi Army combat uniform? This is quite good, very sturdy. It’s worth at least 200,000 (equivalent to 30 Virtual Coins) in Saudi Arabia. I wonder how much Old Tie is selling it for and how much they have."
"There’s even military canned food; this is tight supply, hard currency, good stuff. Didn’t they say Huaxia, with its billion people, lacks food? Why not keep it themselves?"
"Surely Old Tie couldn’t bear to eat it themselves, so they’re selling it to us to exchange for other items. We should give them more oil in return."
"Tsk tsk, they’re even selling external bleeding medicine. Even though it’s an Indian generic drug, it’s a rare item. It seems Huaxia is truly in dire straits—hey."
The truth: Old Zhou frowned, saying, "What? Are half of them fakes? Sell them all. Keep all the genuine ones. The fakes are too unstable, and with this batch of drugs, domestic pressure can be greatly alleviated; no need to use expired fakes."
What’s more important is that Jing Shu’s rotten mermaid bone ash healing medicine is effective and cheap domestically. Transporting these fakes back incurs exorbitant shipping costs, and they won’t sell at a high price.
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"Hey, I even prepared a new species of Dark Energy. With what you’ve said, I don’t know if anyone from Huaxia Old Tie can afford it."
"Certainly not. Who would buy your stuff? The fruit it bears is not enough to fill the stomach—"
The merchants, with sharp eyes, quickly found what they wanted among the Huaxia Business Group’s goods.
One must say the majority of the Huaxia Team’s goods this time around were scarce on the market; whether food, drink, or essentials, they could improve the lives of the majority in these brother countries by a level.
Anang coughed, signaling everyone to quiet down, and explained today’s rules:
"Today, we have gathered all you merchants to work with our government to swallow up the Huaxia Team’s batch of goods.
You will purchase items according to your needs. If any goods are left, the government will buy them all."
The Huaxia Bodyguard Team was slightly surprised.
Big Yellow Teeth said: "Old Tie’s efficient; they’re going to buy everything without even seeing the goods."
Desert Lone Wolf laughed: "Haha, I was worried my goods wouldn’t be wanted—now they’re guaranteed."
Macau Gambler: "I told you today would be a good day; everyone will leave loaded and, Captain Jing Shu, didn’t someone laugh at you saying no one would want your scrap metal? Now it can all be bought by the government here."
Jing Shu chuckled: "I’m selling at a low price; soon they’ll be competing for it, definitely not leaving them at a loss."
Everyone’s faces turned odd; Big Yellow Teeth said: "Hey, Jing Shu, you have so much scrap metal transported by insects without freight—that’s profit; even exchanging it for a barrel of oil is a huge gain."
"Really envy Captain Jing Shu."
Old Zhou coughed: "Alright, Iran, our brother country is not doing well either; don’t set high prices, sell off all your assorted goods, or they won’t fit on the ship."
"Absolutely."
"This time, I’ve filled up all three of my personal ships. Heh, a huge haul."
After Anang finished explaining, he started from the first, "These are Mi army uniforms brought by the Huaxia Old Ties, very good quality, only tens of thousands in total—"
"What? So many clothes? At least two ships, right?"
"The clothes don’t look cheap; I’ll reluctantly take 500 pieces."
"Doesn’t look cheap, I’ll just buy some to support Old Tie."
The next second, Anang continued: "Each piece only sells for 3 virtual coins of crude oil. If they don’t sell out, the government will buy them—"
He hadn’t finished his sentence before the crowd got excited.
"What, only that much? I want 10,000 pieces!"
"I want 100,000 pieces! Isn’t this basically giving them away?"
"This is cheaper than clothes before the apocalypse; I want 10,000 too! Nobody better fight me for them! I’ll give an extra tenth of crude oil for free!!"
Anang coughed, knowing this would happen, so he said: "Each person is limited to 30,000 pieces!!"