I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 922 - 1011: No Fat Horses Without Night Grazing—Jing Shu Got So Much Out of This!

Chapter 922: Chapter 1011: No Fat Horses Without Night Grazing—Jing Shu Got So Much Out of This!

Summing up the gains, that’s naturally the happiest moment for everyone, even those who had complained about the meager haul couldn’t help but grin. They had only been in the Middle East for a few days, and had already acquired so much. In the coming days, they could get even more stuff.

One could hardly imagine leaving with empty hands and coming back with a bountiful harvest.

The team re-evaluated the supplies.

Apart from the previous dozens of ships’ cargo from their convoy, they also added cargo from a hundred more ships, although there was quite a bit of embellishment in that.

After all, according to the Elite Bodyguard Team’s style, they wished to strip everything down to the bricks of people’s homes, so anything useful, edible, drinkable, or usable was taken.

The Bodyguard Team members were beaming with joy, having acquired quite a lot on their personal ships too.

This was after excluding the 30 or more ships Huang Yalaodao took to Hansi’s.

Now there was a grand convoy of 150 large and small ships, quite the spectacle, but everyone still had to go to Hansi to sell the worthless items for more valuable supplies, which would be good if they managed to exchange half the ship’s cargo.

Even so, when the convoy magnificently returned to Masi, Mama Has, who had been eagerly waiting, was so shocked his jaw nearly fell off.

Old Zhou, however, sat calmly in the cabin, sipping goji berry red date Eight Treasure Tea, just hoping Jing Shu would return quickly, as his tea supply was running low these days.

Mama Has exclaimed, "Mr. Zhou, is this the cargo your brother transported all the way from Huaxia for you?"

Old Zhou nodded, "Yeah, I told you this is just the vanguard. If the supplies are lost, so be it, apart from this brother, I have another younger brother. Once my investigation is done here, more supplies can be transported."

Mama Has swallowed hard, growing even more respectful toward Old Zhou.

Look at these Huaxia people, just throwing away dozens of ships’ worth of supplies and immediately sending over so many more ships.

However, some of these ships looked oddly familiar, resembling Arthur’s ships from Masi, or they appeared battered as if fresh from a battle—

And of course, even stranger, some ships seemed like those that had carried off supplies just days ago, albeit with repainted letters, but their style barely differed.

Old Zhou coughed and said, "Oh, speaking of which, my daughter and her group encountered the bandits as soon as they got robbed. My brother’s convoy happened to meet them and rescued them. It was quite a joyous event."

Mama Has’s face grew even more peculiar, turning red with stifled intrigue.

Old Zhou was frantically searching for reasons in his mind and finally said, "I don’t know how, maybe the bandits fought among themselves, ended up both losing, allowing my daughter a lucky escape."

Mama Has finally showed an expression of enlightenment. He thought to himself, how could Huaxia people have escaped from bandits? Those bandits wouldn’t let go of such a cash cow, likely both sides fought hard, both suffering losses.

The massive convoy docked at Masi’s harbor, stirring the murky waters to repeatedly crash waves onto the shore.

Today, Masi’s harbor was especially bustling.

Because Old Zhou mentioned that many supplies needed landing, Mama Has dispatched numerous troops to guard the area.

A familiar, beautiful, noble woman dashed off a ship.

"Father, I missed you so much, I thought I was going to die in the bandits’ hands and never see you again, it really scared me," Jing Shu wailed, failing to shed real tears until she used some garlic to squeeze out a tear.

Mama Has, seeing Old Zhou’s children return, this scene of fatherly love moved him to sigh, what an unpredictable world. He commented, "I hope after this incident, Miss Zhou will understand that the Middle East is a dangerous place and be more cautious in the future."

Miss Zhou nodded, "Of course."

Captain Qi, pretending to be Old Zhou’s brother, embraced him, exchanged some words, and then took some ships with him as he left.

Old Zhou explained to Mama Has, "My brother is returning to Huaxia. If needed, he’ll send supplies over again. Rest assured, we’ve always been a big spender, always with our value."

Mama Has opened his mouth, then smiled and nodded. It was, indeed, truly... ah!

"Then let’s rest for the night, tomorrow we head to Hansi to find a site for a factory! I believe with so many supplies, it can surely start!" Old Zhou was confident.

Mama Has said, "Alright, Mr. Zhou, see you tomorrow, with my introduction, you won’t suffer any loss."

Dusk had fallen completely, and the sea was calm again.

The group did not sell their cargo at Masi today because their ships carried many items familiar to Masi, essentially from the local territory’s ships. If they were sold like this, they would surely arouse suspicion, so everyone held back their excitement until reaching Hansi to deal with it.

Even at night, the dock was bustling.

Old Zhou had people move things from the hotel stay back again, a big task, with most items belonging to Jing Shu.

This time Jing Shu had acquired two larger cargo ships, along with the ferry she brought, now possessing two giant ferries, Blue Moon and Red Flag, both fully loaded with cargo, plus the loot from roadside robberies and all this operation, totalling five cargo ships nearly filled.

Plus, two were passenger ships, where Xiao Wei and her soldier buddies stayed.

In total, she had nine steady ships. It’s daunting to imagine how many ships they would bring back.

Indeed, in the South Sea she struggled to rent ferries, but on the robbery, no, errand, they easily got 7 ships, proving that a horse without night grazing never fattens.

And she hadn’t even counted the guns and ammunition acquired from a reclaimed military base yet.

Let alone the beer and cigarettes on her ships.

Jing Shu was over there calculating her assets, while Old Zhou gathered everyone to begin tallying the haul, celebrating, and motivating everyone.

It was practically a routine meeting, reviewing and setting up the next plan.

After all, the success was thanks to everyone working together and following a seamless plan.

Everyone gathered in the official ship’s meeting hall.

Yang Yang started broadcasting the haul’s summary, then recalculated everyone’s additional contributions.