I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 941 - 1030: Our Goal Is Clear—Only Junk Cars
Before the apocalypse, this place was bustling with traffic. Jing Shu had envied it on TV and quite looked forward to life here. Never thought she’d get a chance to visit after the apocalypse.
The city of Saudi Arabia was built next to the entire desert. Apart from the ultra-modern central city, the surroundings featured castles made from that old-style clay and sand, like big pots overturned on houses, full of character.
The men here mostly wore white robes with white or other colored cloth on their heads, while the women were mostly in black robes, tightly wrapped up with black cloth on their heads.
"Here, put them on, it’s about blending in, or else you’ll stand out too much." The old Taoist had somehow gathered various local clothes, but looking at the gold-embroidered cuffs and the luxurious lining, you’d know these were top-tier materials from before the apocalypse.
But no matter how good the material, it can’t hide that it’s just white cloth on the outside,
The old Taoist shook his head, "Tsk tsk tsk, I just passed an abandoned villa, and there were three or four wardrobe rooms, all full of white clothes with hundreds of identical headbands. I just can’t figure it out, why buy so many identical outfits? What’s the purpose?"
Someone laughed and said, "White is the least resistant to dirt. Eat some tomato sauce or stain it with other colors, and you can’t clean it properly. You expect a rich person’s clothes to be washed? Of course, they wear new ones every day, no need to wash, just wear and discard."
"Tsk tsk, how extravagant."
Jing Shu pointed outside, "We’ve been driving on the bus, and you still found the time to search an abandoned villa?"
The old Taoist coughed, "It’s just that Xiao Ye and the others were idle, so I had them run along the way to see if there was anything good. There wasn’t much food in the villa, but plenty of dusty cars and these identical clothes. Oh, and a lot of those colorful headbands, not sure if anyone back home would wear them."
Jing Shu had a strange expression, opened a popular post-apocalypse local store app called "Second-hand Salted Fish," and then shared her moments, pointing to the message the old Taoist posted three minutes ago:
"You haven’t even returned to the country yet, and you’re already preselling these clothes? Impressive."
The old Taoist’s store announced a new message, preselling thousands of brand-new Arab clothes for just 10 Virtual Coins each. Amazingly, within a few minutes, hundreds had been presold.
Ridiculous.
The old Taoist chuckled, "Frugality and saving, gotta support a whole village."
Jing Shu’s insects were busy digging and didn’t have time to grab some stuff along the way, but now they’ve reached the city, it’s not too late.
Jing Shu also donned a white robe, topped with a piece of cloth, wrapped in a black band, and well, it had that United Arab Emirates vibe.
With a gas mask on, it was even harder to distinguish gender.
As for whether people could tell? Maybe others could, but for someone like Jing Shu who doesn’t even need a bandeau—ah, never mind, it’s too disheartening to say more.
In short, a group of people noisily changed into local white robes, to see if there was any trash to pick up in the city. Ah, pooey, just to admire the retro beauty of the city, experience some cultural features, and maybe take some photos for social media.
Old Zhou waved his hand, seemingly uninterested in picking up trash, "Ultimately, we have wings now and are going to fly away, so go quickly; we don’t have much time, at most only eight hours before we have to leave just as dawn breaks."
"Alright! Then I’ll take Xiao Ye in this direction," the old Taoist said.
"Guided by the silver coin, I’ll head this way." The Macau gambler took his team members in another direction.
Jing Shu rubbed her hands, bringing Hao Yunlai, Zhang Lang, the Four-eyed Boy, and Tan Ke, saying, "Then we’ll take this remaining path."
Several team members soon dispersed in this city, with everyone agreeing not to cause trouble and only pick up ownerless objects, meeting at the agreed spot when it’s time.
Then they all dispersed.
After all, this was just a stopover; they had more important things to grab next.
The city at night wasn’t noisy but still had places with bright lights, and you could even hear the sound of parties.
The people here were polarized, even more so after the apocalypse.
Yang Yang was somewhat excitedly introducing, "95% of people here serve the 5% of wealthy elites. It’s said that a rich person has hundreds of servants, living as extravagantly as before the apocalypse."
Hao Yunlai yawned, not caring about these matters.
Tan Ke nodded understanding, "Here, there are only two kinds of people: rich and poor."
Yang Yang continued, "Originally, the gap between rich and poor wasn’t this big, at least 15% were rich and about 20% were middle class, but after the apocalypse, the framework changed, and everything was reshuffled."
"This led to a phenomenon—"
"What phenomenon?" Zhang Lang scratched his head and asked.
Jing Shu’s large group had just entered the edge of the city when they saw various cars piled on both sides of the broken street. There were luxury Bentleys as well as regular BMWs and Mercedes.
There were even some buses, but many of these had been modified into homes for the poor. From the various cloths wrapped around them and the clothes hung up to dry, you could tell the buses were occupied as living spaces.
Yang Yang said, "It led to a surplus of junk cars."
The Four-eyed Boy couldn’t help but nod, "It really is luxury cars everywhere, like ants."
Hao Yunlai said, "Mirror, you’re really planning to transport all these junk cars? They’ve been unused for years and are almost broken. Oil is a strategic resource now, and you can’t sell these cars for much in Iran."
Jing Shu chuckled, "Iran isn’t far from here. If necessary, we can go by sea; have Zhang Lang help me with land transport, and command these insects to move them. Iran might not lack cars, but it lacks iron. These iron sheets are worth a lot; trading for some oil is definitely profitable."
"Alright then, let’s get to work; what are we waiting for?" Tan Ke tidied his appearance. Today he purposely didn’t bring the fat chicken; it had messed up his hair into a nest. Bringing it would hinder his effectiveness tonight.
The poor fat chicken could only be left with Xiao Wei today, enjoying tasty food and drinks with her.
"Alright, let’s get started. Our goal is clear: only take the unwanted junk cars; don’t mess with those buses that are occupied."
Moving one car required at least three giant foot insects and two rotten mermaids working together. Tan Ke and his team’s task was simple: categorize these cars. Some were almost scrapped, with unusable motors and engines, so they were completely dismantled for the iron sheets to be transported.
