I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 967 - 1056: A Bountiful Harvest—Sell It All for Oil
Yang Yang took another swig and then looked at Jing Shu for help.
Jing Shu coughed, alright, when she gets back to her own little spot later, she’ll have Master Liang make a Chaoshan fresh porridge with over a hundred different condiments for a delicious meal.
"Actually, today’s situation—it’s purely an unexpected coincidence—"
Jing Shu started to recount the whole story, particularly praising the Four-eyed boy in the team.
The Four-eyed boy chuckled, eating the porridge, which was the only one with a chicken leg and various condiments; he earned it with today’s Contribution.
The surrounding bodyguards nodded as they ate, making a ruckus; it didn’t matter whether they were truly listening or if it was a meeting, their attitude was at least proper.
Especially Big Yellow Teeth, he couldn’t help but marvel, wanting to ask Jing Shu, what kind of connections did your ancestors have to get you such great luck? He even wanted to find out how to burn offerings on holidays to get such blessings from the ancestors.
Everyone turned their admiration into appetite, and the cooking squad brothers almost burned the pot before the meal ended.
With full bellies, they lay on the beach. The night sky wasn’t impressive, the heavens blocked, they hadn’t seen stars since the apocalypse, even the air smelled bad, but the people of Huaxia were still very content.
Because they were filled with hope for the coming circumstances.
Only then did Yang Yang announce the next plan: "We’ve connected with the brother countries of Iran, no choice, they are very enthusiastic and insisted on picking us up, so we arranged to meet at the upcoming Tarmu Desert."
Jie exhaled slowly, feeling like he’d escaped a dangerous scenario. He said, "If it’s in this area, we won’t have to fear any pursuers; this is the doorway to a great country."
Mama Has burped, then just opened his mouth to speak, only to be quickly shushed by Yang Yang, especially him: "Don’t speak, you’re not allowed to speak!"
Mama Has nodded.
Everyone exhaled slowly, as long as Mama Has didn’t speak, everything would be alright on this journey!
"And the handover regarding that secret weapon is also set in the Tarmu Desert, where it’s deserted and convenient for Zhen Nantian to transport it back home; Nantian’s team is already waiting there."
Yang Yang said this to Jing Shu, so Jing Shu nodded, indicating that the secret weapon was safe.
At last, she was about to see the gift Su Malie prepared for her!
Jing Shu’s mood was extremely joyful.
"After the materials handover, we’ll continue advancing, heading to the border near the brother countries of Iran, called Huogosi, where there’s a big market. By then, we’ll sort out everything we got, sell what needs to be sold, everyone reorganize."
This was rewarding based on contribution!
Jing Shu had initially received promises to pick out quite a few good things from there!
"But in this battle, we lost three or four brothers, with another four or five seriously injured, though all the Power Users are fine. We must remember: our purpose for setting out was to return alive, only by surviving can we enjoy the upcoming life!
Here, let’s have three minutes of silence for our fallen brothers."
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After the silence, Yang Yang reiterated the mission’s core, this wasn’t about going to war, retreating was not an option.
This time it was like soliciting alms, everything must prioritize our valuable lives, escape when needed.
"Hopefully in the journeys ahead, every one of us, not one less, will carry abundant materials back to Huaxia, contributing to Huaxia!"
Saying this, he raised the last bit of sweet potato congee, and everyone finished the last of it before going to sleep or standing watch.
After eating and drinking her fill, Jing Shu slept beautifully.
Being a hands-off manager is indeed great.
With attentive and sensible subordinates, there’s no need for her to worry; when she woke up, Zhang Yicheng had almost sorted all the things belonging to their boat.
By then, on the shore, the dense materials were already completely unloaded, and teams of pioneer insects were transporting the first batch of materials through the wormholes.
Zhang Yicheng held the material list, "Boss, this is the list of materials we are to transport to Iran, please check if there’s any omission?"
Jing Shu nodded.
This time, all the materials taken to Iran were to be exchanged for oil, as some materials weren’t useful, and their value was too low.
Like all those clothes and daily essentials, a whole shipload looks full, right? Quite a lot, right? But transporting a whole ship of clothes back might even result in a loss, however, only a shipload of clothes can be exchanged for a few barrels of oil.
So to bring more materials, it makes sense to exchange all the worthless materials for oil; doing so yields a profit.
Jing Shu glanced over, this time it wasn’t organized, it was what she privately obtained, and after Zhang Yicheng worked through the night without sleep, going through, checking, marking, sorting, and having people pack, he categorized it into several types.
Zhang Yicheng had done so much, naturally he also wanted to show it, therefore, he considerately said:
"Boss, I’ve sorted out 10 ships of living materials, they’re not very valuable, so I’ve had everything unloaded for transport to Iran."
"There are 4 ships of food, 3 are ordinary local foods that could get quite a bit of oil, and 1 is considered gourmet, with lots of beans; should these be unloaded for trade, or kept?"
Jing Shu said, "Don’t keep any of the food, unload everything here to exchange for oil."
"Got it." Zhang Yicheng quickly jotted down the notes, then made a gesture of invitation, "Boss, here’s a ship of some luxury items, I’ve kept the gold and diamonds, but there’s some other luxury items, should they be traded or kept?"
Zhang Yicheng led Jing Shu to a cargo ship where the various materials were already organized on shelves, with things akin to artworks, exhibits of local features, the kind that look impressive but one doesn’t know if they’re a street-side item worth 100 dollars or the 10-billion-dollar Mona Lisa.
Zhang Yicheng didn’t understand the value, didn’t dare to make arbitrary decisions.
Jing Shu didn’t understand either.
But what if in the apocalypse there are rich fools who love collecting these?
So, Jing Shu waved her hand: "Take all of these to the Iranian market, auction them off, expensive or cheap, it doesn’t matter."
