I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 984 - 1074: Are We Still Going to Dubai, Bros?
"Naturally, if anyone has good stuff, they can come and trade."
While Jing Shu sat steadily here, Zhang Yicheng, as the secretary, couldn’t sit idle. He ran back and forth, finally selling all of Jing Shu’s dozens of ships filled with goods.
During the process, he only came to ask Jing Shu about the pricing. For everything else, he did not disturb her at all.
Jing Shu became increasingly pleased with Zhang Yicheng.
The other members of the Bodyguard Team were beyond ecstatic by now; they were downright like sudden rich folks.
Gambler: "Counting today’s luck, sure enough, the personal items accumulated over these days have sold for two ships of oil, about over 5000 barrels."
Big Yellow Teeth: "Haha, it seems your zombie team isn’t better than mine; I gathered over 6000 barrels today."
"Hey, you guys are the big bosses; I only managed over 3000 barrels."
"I sold several ships but only got over 4500 barrels."
As the actual mastermind behind it all, the trade between the governments far surpassed the volume of these small fry, reaching a terrifyingly large number.
"Pleasant cooperation." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
"Pleasant cooperation."
Anang laughed heartily; this round was a massive profit. So many resources would allow Iran to survive for another year or two in this apocalypse, greatly easing their shortage of living supplies.
Old Zhou also smiled, "Not bad. Transporting so much oil back, these raw materials can spin off into various derivative products, enough to revitalize various industries."
Yang Yang nodded, "Currently, we’ve traded over 5 million barrels, filling more than a dozen ferries and other transport ships. We should sell some of the remaining random ships, keeping only the best ones."
Originally, the Huaxia Team brought over twenty warships and dozens of cargo ships, planning for an enormous harvest if they could fill them all.
But unexpectedly, even after subtracting sold medical and other supplies, they still had over 30 fully loaded medical supply ships and more than 20 ships of essential supplies, in addition to over 50 oil supply ships acquired today.
This left nearly a hundred more supply ships, and Yang Yang planned to sell a large portion, trading them for more oil.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yicheng began to report Jing Shu’s gains:
"Boss, we’ve sold various rewarded supplies and obtained goods through different channels, including the cars and scrap metal you sold before, totaling over 800,000 barrels of oil. However, we are currently short of ships to store them—"
Jing Shu frowned: "Two cargo ships should be able to hold a lot."
Zhang Yicheng counted on his fingers: "We have seven or eight ships raising beer plants, two large ships given to Miss Xiao Wei, leaving only one large ferry cargo ship and four to five ships available for storage, with a shortfall of at least five ships."
Actually, a proper ferry cargo ship can hold a lot—over 500,000 barrels, comparable to the size of a football field—but such large ships are very rare, and Jing Shu only has two.
The rest are smaller in size, only capable of holding seventy to eighty thousand barrels. Ships like Big Yellow Teeth’s, holding ten thousand barrels is the maximum.
So although everyone mentions several ships, the specifications vary greatly.
Jing Shu’s ships are large, yet they still haven’t finished loading the 800,000 barrels.
Look at how this situation turned out; the goods Jing Shu traded for keep increasing.
Zhang Yicheng calculated and said, "We originally had enough ships, but the luxury cars you brought sold for a hundred thousand barrels, and although the scrap metal was cheap, there was so much that it sold for tens of thousands of barrels as well."
The whole city is filled with luxury cars, and the accumulated luxury cars from the wealthy garages add to the number indeed.
Jing Shu had to rent some ships from Yang Yang.
This harvest was truly overwhelming.
Anang asked, "These goods should be fully loaded by tomorrow; does Huaxia have any further plans?"
Any plans?
After Anang’s question, everyone in the Huaxia Bodyguard Team perked up their ears.
Old Zhou narrowed his eyes, sipping from his thermos, pondering for a moment before nodding at Yang Yang.
Beside him, the strategist, Yang Yang, said, "Our original plan was only halfway through; we intended to travel through at least half of the Middle Eastern countries, but we’ve only gone through a few countries. Yet you’ve seen—"
Gesturing at the notebook filled with goods, overflowing with the surplus of supplies, he sighed and said:
"We can’t help it; we collected too many supplies prematurely. Our manpower is too limited; if we gather more, we can’t transport them back, so we’re planning to head for home instead of making big moves."
Upon hearing this from Yang Yang, not only the Bodyguard Team but even Jing Shu and Anang’s associates nodded thoughtfully.
That’s true, the amount of goods is overwhelming, and just transporting the couple of hundred shiploads was a gargantuan task.
Although most goods were exchanged for oil, the volume is now doubled compared to when they came, meaning the defensive line extends far, and the journey is long and filled with unknowns.
Anang regretfully nodded, "If you still have the ability, why not take a spin around Dubai—"
As for the purpose, it’s at least a win-win.
Why say this?
The not-so-sharp-minded within the team looked confused, why indeed?
But the sharp-minded, their eyes lit up.
In the current spotlight of Huaxia Team with so many supplies, aren’t there any oblivious individuals?"
