This is a bomb.
Ten minutes later.
The tea was sold out.
He had once again obtained one hundred thousand credit points. At the same time, at a price of three hundred per gram, three catties of tea had been pre-ordered.
Full payment!
Paid in advance!
Even with such harsh conditions, it still couldn't stop people from paying.
At this moment.
Chu Xuan finally realized just how generous the small group of wealthy people in the Underground City were. Thinking about it, it wasn't actually that strange.
Before the Cataclysm, there were too many luxury goods.
Cars.
Houses.
Yachts.
Airplanes.
...
There were many places to spend money, but now, there was nowhere to buy such things even if one wanted to. If they didn't spend it on food and drink, where would they spend it?
Most of those who loved tea now were elderly people.
They had savings but nowhere to spend them, and they already had one foot in the grave.
If they kept being frugal, it would be a great tragedy—the person dies, but the money isn't spent. When they encountered something they liked, they might as well be extravagant for once.
...
Leaving the stall street, Chu Xuan already had over five hundred and fifty thousand credit points in his possession, of which four hundred and fifty thousand were deposits.
Three catties of tea was the output of the mother tree for half a month.
Tsk tsk!
At this rate, earning a million a month wasn't just a dream.
Once the second batch of longjing tea trees matured, that would be the real windfall. As for whether the price would drop if the supply increased?
Thinking too much!
There were over ten thousand Underground Cities globally; the market space was enormous.
When the time came, even if the wholesale price was one hundred per gram, plenty of agents would be willing to take it.
...
After a good while.
After finishing his daydreaming!
Chu Xuan finally calmed his emotions. The idea was beautiful, but how to execute it was a major problem.
How to transport it.
Transaction security.
And the countless covetous eyes, the overt and covert threats—it wasn't something that could be solved just by a whim.
The world of The Wandering Earth was not a peaceful society.
“Hmm?”
Suddenly, Chu Xuan narrowed his eyes.
See.
The covetous eyes had already arrived.
And there was more than one group. It was likely the fallout from the longjing incident a few days ago attracting attention, which was normal.
It would be unreasonable if no one was paying attention.
...
“Where is he?”
“Strange, he disappeared right after a turn.”
“Look again.”
“...”
Ultimately, the group of people found nothing and could only disperse.
...
Half an hour later.
Chu Xuan, who had just finished a meal of grilled fish, appeared in an alley. After several twists and turns, he returned to his own home.
He felt helpless!
Just one Underground City was making things this difficult for him.
Earning money was really hard!
Hiding away, changing appearances.
The androids had limited problem-solving abilities and lacked his perception; they couldn't sense the surrounding dangers.
Therefore, for every transaction, he had to go in person.
Once or twice was no big deal.
But if you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet.
Chu Xuan had to consider the risks involved and whether there was a good way to reduce the possibility of exposing himself.
That was the most important thing.
What a headache!
...
However.
There was still one thing that put Chu Xuan in a good mood.
That was:
---The system was about to level up!
The last upgrade was on April 19th. To reach the Level 3 Check-in System, he needed to check in another two hundred times.
By now.
Nearly half a year had passed; today was October 17th.
On the 4th of next month, he would meet the required number of check-ins for the upgrade.
...
In the afternoon.
Chu Xuan went to Brother Hu's place again and placed a large order: three hundred thousand credit points worth of materials.
He didn't spend it all.
It wasn't just construction materials.
Da Zhuang also needed funds to buy some other things.
And just after he finished paying, Brother Hu suddenly remarked:
“Friend, you’ve got quite the connections to be able to get your hands on longjing.”
Hearing this.
Chu Xuan was slightly taken aback, but then he realized—it made sense. These people always had some underground channels.
They might not be able to find his true identity.
But it wasn't completely impossible to find some clues about his disguised identity.
After all.
He didn't have any disguise techniques; he could only wear a mask.
In that case, it was actually quite easy to make the connection.
“I can't compare to you, Brother Hu.”
Snapping back to his senses, Chu Xuan regained his composure.
“Oh? Which path are you on exactly, brother?” Brother Hu looked at Chu Xuan, a hint of interest in his gaze.
Chu Xuan asked playfully, “You want to know?”
“Yeah!” Brother Hu nodded.
“Fine, here. Once you see this, you might know.”
Chu Xuan suddenly tossed something over.
Brother Hu instinctively caught it, thinking it was some kind of identification from some faction. However, when he saw clearly what was in his hand...
His entire scalp went numb.
A pineapple!
This is a freaking grenade, ahhhhhh!!!
Click!
Just as he was about to throw it away, Chu Xuan suddenly grabbed his hand, used his hand to hold down the safety lever, and like a demon, pulled out the pin.
Boom!
Brother Hu felt like his brain was about to explode.