Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm-Chapter 491 - 339. You have never gone hungry, so you don’t understand.
In the Eastern Bering Region, cold-resistant clothing is extremely scarce, and even money might not be able to buy it.
However, in Glory City, judging by the scene in front of him, it seems every Shapudian owns one.
At a bus stop.
Little Ivan approached a passerby and in Great Xia Language asked, "Where can I buy cold-resistant clothing nearby?"
The passerby looked him up and down with a very strange expression, as if he were looking at a wild man: "Have you never used Great Xia Business Communication?"
Little Ivan was a bit embarrassed by the stare and shook his head: "I’ve heard of it, but haven’t used it."
The passerby laughed: "You should download it on your phone. Everything is on Great Xia Business Communication, including cold-resistant clothing."
Little Ivan nodded: "Understood."
The passerby then asked: "Which country are you from?"
Little Ivan thought for a moment and did not hide: "Bering Person."
The passerby was quite surprised: "When you entered the country, no one told you to use Great Xia Business Communication? Just register at an official entry point, and foreigners can also use it, though with more restrictions."
Little Ivan shook his head without explaining.
He entered through a special channel; the Great Xia People had arranged everything, so he didn’t need to buy anything, and thus no one told him.
The passerby answered the earlier question: "If you can get a Shapudian passport, there is a very high subsidy for purchasing cold-resistant clothing on Great Xia Business Communication. You can buy one at a tenth of the price, at least 60 Xia Yuan for one."
Little Ivan could hardly believe his ears.
So cheap?
In his hometown of Nevad, the price of a cold-resistant suit is at least 1000 Xia Yuan.
The passerby continued: "If you’re a foreigner, you probably can’t buy it at the original price and still have to pay an extra 50% consumption tax, a minimum of 1200 Xia Yuan for one."
Little Ivan was not surprised by this.
If the Great Xia People did not impose restrictions, cold-resistant clothing would soon be bought up.
At that moment.
A bus approached and stopped at the bus stop.
The passerby waved to Little Ivan, then jumped onto the bus, which drove away immediately.
Little Ivan watched the bus disappear into the distance and took out his phone to download Great Xia Business Communication.
Since he did not have a local phone number or local identity, he could not register an account, only browse.
Looking at the dazzling array of products on the screen, he felt an indescribable impact: "Have the living standards of the Shapudian People already reached this level?"
Although Great Xia Business Communication supplies only over 200 kinds of goods in Shapudian, far fewer than a supermarket before the Age of Calamity, and there are purchase limits, in this era, it is considered quite rich.
And Shapudian, by voluntarily aligning with Great Xia, solved the food crisis caused by the calamity effortlessly.
Little Ivan stared blankly for a while before closing the screen and putting his phone back in his pocket.
Five minutes later.
Little Ivan turned a corner and finally saw a shop open for business.
From the outside, there seemed to be a long line inside.
On the left side of the shop’s sign, there was a Copper Coin symbol.
Little Ivan glanced at it and saw the Copper Coin surrounded by four Great Xia characters, forming the words - Great Xia Business Communication.
On the right side of the sign were several other characters - Breakfast Supply Point.
Below was a line of small characters - Business hours 6:00-10:00, please confirm consumption quota before purchase.
People were constantly entering, and others were constantly coming out with paper bags.
Little Ivan followed a dark-skinned Shapudian into the breakfast supply point.
He looked around and saw a price list posted on the wall.
It only listed three kinds of breakfast, pitifully few kinds, namely:
Vegetable bun 2 yuan each, steamed bun 1 yuan each, soybean milk 1 yuan per cup.
Little Ivan’s gaze jumped for a moment, then looked towards the counter at the front of the line.
Only to see a shop assistant quickly packing steaming big buns and steamed buns, all fist-sized, into paper bags.
Another shop assistant held a scanning device and scanned customers’ phones.
Electronic sounds continuously sounding.
"Beep!"
"Consumption quota has been written off!"
"Seven yuan have been received!"
He also saw a middle-aged Shapudian man come to buy breakfast with a little boy.
Once the paper bag with breakfast was in hand, the little boy shouted: "I want to eat pickled vegetable buns!"
The middle-aged man cheerfully opened the bag, took out a bun, and handed it to his son.
The son immediately took a bite upon receiving it, then exclaimed, "Ow, it’s hot!"
The middle-aged man quickly said: "Eat slowly!"
Honestly, such scenes really have nothing worth watching. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
Little Ivan, however, stared at this father and son for several more glances.
He watched the smile on the little boy’s face, and his mind involuntarily thought of the children in the Eastern Bering Region.
Most children are malnourished, many are skin and bones, faces thin to the point of shock, eyes appear particularly large, giving them an alien-like appearance.
He had also seen some children who starved to death, bodies almost turned into skeletons, looking rather creepy.
He could never forget such images.
He couldn’t stop thinking, "If such a breakfast shop appeared in Eastern Bering, would there still be so many children like skeletons?"
Little Ivan stood in the shop, staying for a full two minutes.
As a result, people coming and going looked at him strangely, this odd person who only watched but didn’t buy.
Until a young man carrying a large paper bag walked over and gently asked, "Sir, are you having any difficulties?"
Judging by his appearance, he was undoubtedly a Great Xia Person.
The young man lifted the large paper bag slightly higher: "I bought a bit too many buns today, I can give you two."
Little Ivan hesitated for a moment, instantly realizing that the other mistook him for someone who couldn’t afford food, hence intending to give him food.
He felt a bit helpless and quickly said, "No need! I was just here to have a look."
He turned to the door as if escaping.
The young man asked behind him: "Don’t you really need help?"
Little Ivan did not answer, quickly walked out the door in three steps, and went far across the street.
"Whoosh~"
A cold wind swept by.
Little Ivan looked back at the breakfast shop, pressed his lips firmly, and a certain thought in his mind became clearer.
Elsewhere.
Inside the breakfast shop.
The young man holding a large paper bag pressed a tiny electronic device in his ear, whispered: "The target has already left."
A male voice came from the micro-device: "Very good!"
The young man put on his hat, pushed the door, and exited the breakfast shop, continuing: "I have a feeling the target was touched by the scene in the breakfast shop."
He was puzzled: "What’s so touching about this?"
The male voice answered: "You’ve never experienced hunger, so you don’t understand."
The young man nodded: "Alright, I indeed can’t understand."
