Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies-Chapter 189 - : Bartering (Requesting monthly votes and followers!)

Chapter 189 -189: Bartering (Requesting monthly votes and followers!)

Su Dai glanced around and whispered in astonishment,

“I never imagined there would be so many people with boats nowadays?”

Kong Wu responded, “Isn’t this just like the saying goes: ‘You don’t realize how low-ranking the officials are until you reach Jing City; you don’t realize how little money you have until you reach Peng City; you don’t know—'”

“Kong Wu!” Song Qian turned his head, giving him a severe look.

Kong Wu shrank his neck and stopped talking.

Jiang Yan ignored their chatter and pulled out a small mirror from her backpack to check her appearance.

Noticing some white showing under her padding jacket’s hood, she simply dabbed some black ash from the side of the boat and smeared it on.

The rest of her didn’t give anything away.

Since her mask was grey and her clothes, pants, and shoes were all covered in ash,

a simple shake would drop piles of black ash.

“Wow, Jiang Yan, you’re not sparing even the tiniest spots in your preparation,” Su Dai said, following suit.

The boats in front slowly moved, and they had no choice but to patiently progress.

The sky was gradually darkening.

It was only around 5:30 PM.

Approaching closer to the shore, a clamor of announcements blared from the shore:

“Please take personal valuables with you from the boat!”

“Submit resources to offset the boat storage fees; we are not responsible for any damage or loss of boats past the storage period!”

“We are not responsible for any accidents such as falling into the water, leaking oil, or damages occurring during the boat storage period!”

“You can process the boat shipment by submitting resources!”

“Only resources such as food, energy, clothing materials, tools, weapons, etc. are accepted; gold, jewelry, branded bags, and watches etc. are strictly not accepted!”

“…”

Jiang Yan looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a big, rusty loudspeaker strung around his waist, playing prerecorded messages as he walked slowly, his gaze arrogantly sweeping over the people on the boats.

These people, a few months ago, might have been billionaires, executives accustomed to first-class travel and five-star hotels, or even high-ranking government officials.

But now, without exception, they were all refugees.

Refugees who had survived to reach Xiangcheng.

“Master, from the sound of it, if anything happens to the boat here, it has nothing to do with you, right?” asked a young man from the leading boat about to dock.

“Yes,” the middle-aged man replied flatly, without even lifting his eyelid.

The young man couldn’t help but retort sarcastically, “Isn’t that just tyrannical?!”

The middle-aged man gave him a stern look, “If you disagree, you can choose not to stop here!”

He was just short of having “I make the rules here” written across his forehead.

“You…” The young man was choked off and pulled back to his seat by someone next to him.

Su Dai couldn’t help but mutter softly, “This world…”

“Alright,” Sun Jingtao gave her a look and cut off her speech.

Jiang Yan watched silently, saying nothing.

In the Doomsday World, the strong set the rules.

Others either adapt, change them, or leave.

There were no other options.

Regarding the barter system evident here, the group had chatted about it on their journey, so this was within their expectations.

And they had come prepared, partitioning some exchangeable items in advance.

After waiting for about five minutes, their boat could finally approach the dock.

“Wait here on the boat for me; I’ll handle the formalities and gather some information about the area,” Sun Jingtao said, picking up a small bag of resources they had prepared earlier, and stood up.

Ye Qing spoke up, “Brother Tao, I’ll go with you.”

Sun Jingtao nodded.

They stepped on the floating dock one after the other.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yan and the others took out all kinds of luggage from the cargo hold.

The bottom of the hold was filthy, but they just placed their belongings directly onto it.

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Kong Wu looked at Brother Song, “Brother Song, what about the gasoline? Should we take it too?”

“How much is left?”

“The tank is almost empty; I didn’t fill it as you suggested, and there’s about half a bag left in the oil bag.”

“Yeah, take it,” Brother Song nodded.

They had only sat for a few minutes when Sun Jingtao and Ye Qing returned.

Judging by the amount of resources they had left in their hands, the submitted resources weren’t much.

Behind them was a young man with a nose ring and tattoos on his neck, holding a wrinkled A4 paper.

A distance away from their boat, Sun Jingtao called the young man to a halt. He then took the paper from his hands, “Young man, wait here for a moment; we’ll discuss this quickly.”

“Big brother, these houses are easy to rent, you won’t find this deal again once you leave this village!” the young man glanced at the people inside the boat, his eyes brimming with barely containable joy.

“Okay,” Sun Jingtao didn’t say much, boarded the boat with Ye Qing following closely.

Su Dai glanced at the young man on the shore and asked, “Honey, who is that guy?”

“You can think of him as a rental housing guide with internal authorization and a special VIP pass from the base.”

Sun Jingtao said with a smile, taking a seat opposite Jiang Yan and handing her the A4 paper:

“Jiang Yan, you contributed the most resources along the way, so we’d like to hear your opinion on the type of housing to rent.”

Song Qian heard this and glanced at Jiang Yan.

During their journey, Sun Jingtao and the others hadn’t really consulted Jiang Yan much.

It seemed like whatever needed to be done was intuitively understood by everyone.

And they always managed to take the initiative.

It might have seemed like neglect on the surface, but now it seemed more like a form of protection.

Jiang Yan had been quiet along the way, not quite conspicuous.

Of course, with the four of them there, she didn’t need to stand out too much.

He had always thought that among the four, it was Sun Jingtao, the oldest and relatively experienced, who took the lead.

As for the mention of Jiang Yan contributing the most resources, it didn’t seem very convincing.

After all, along the way, those who had resources contributed them, and those who had strength, used it.

It seemed relatively fair.

So to him, this seemed more like a deliberate reason created just to let Jiang Yan make the decision first.

This seemed like a trivial matter on the surface, hardly worth mentioning.

But his keen intuition told him that this young woman was not simple.

Recalling some incidents at the sky hotel before, he suddenly realized he might have underestimated the quiet girl along the way.

A thought flickered through Song Qian’s mind.

After a moment’s thought, he looked up at Jiang Yan, “Jiang Yan, if it isn’t too presumptuous to ask, did you travel abroad before the apocalypse’s extreme heat?”

“No.”

Jiang Yan serenely reached for the A4 paper in Sun Jingtao’s hand, her eyelids slightly lifting:

“Why bring up this question all of a sudden?”