After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 221

Chapter 221: Unbelievable
Bright Village

At this time, the Southbound group had also arrived and was setting up their area.

It took them a while to get there because of a monster mob, which amounted to about a hundred, delaying their arrival.

They were a relatively big group, but the territory had been seeing influx after influx of refugees so they, except for their handsomeness, didn’t capture much attention when they arrived.

Ansel and his team eventually got to their target location, finding a place in the makeshift Marketplace in front of the village center shortly after.

“Where do we go to meet the lord?” Jun asked Ansel, the former visitor of this territory.

Unlike Vismont Village which they didn’t really care for, Bright was a much more decent village somewhat worthy of partnership.

Ansel smirked. “Just sell as planned. If he has any brains he’ll come to us himself.”

Jun was silent for a moment then thought it made sense. Hence, he just asked the team to settle down in an area, with the few guards surrounding the place.

The grand positioning made the people around—who were selling either fruits or meat—stare at them.

“So much spazz?” One said, biting off a nearly overripe fruit he couldn’t sell.

Anyway, dinner shopping would begin soon. People here had developed a habit of consuming fruit with the horrid gruel or bread to make it more palatable.

“Heh, they’re so confident,” he said, “They must have foraged something new.”

The person who spoke was a stall owner in the store next to him. It also happened to be the popular store—the barbeque stall.

Although the meat he prepared couldn’t compare with what they were used to, he still managed to soften it and add a good combination of fruits to make it relatively edible.

“Well, they carry big bags. Means it doesn’t fit in their space anymore right?”

The others shrugged, not really expecting much.

It was just that a minute later, their eyes almost fell.

They watched as the small group unpacked their things from boxes.

Rice, flour, jars, and others were revealed and those who saw had their feet moving on their own.

They couldn’t believe what they were seeing. It was only after staring, and then asking, then staring again did they finally believed it.

They didn’t know how all these things got here, some even assuming someone brought them from Terran, so they knew the price would naturally not be cheap.

Someone finally stepped forward and asked someone who had been arranging his stall. “Are you… by some chance… selling these?”

As soon as the person nodded, the surroundings basically exploded with a cacophony of noises.

“I want all this rice!” The person said, opening his arms wide to make his point. The people around glared at him, ready to fight as soon as he uttered his words.

The salespersons’ lips twitched. “We only sell half a kilo per person, sorry.”

“Fine! Sell me everything I can buy!” He said, waving around his silver, and eventually getting some.

He pointed at the other things in the shall as well. “Get me this loaf of bread and jam.”

“Me, don’t forget me! I want instant noodles!” Another one said, buying several things he could afford.

“I want this bolt of jerky!” A newcomer yelled, “And also some rice!”

“Hey! Don’t push!”

“I’m not!”

“Instant noodles please!”

“Wow! So many flavors! I wonder how it tastes?”

“Anything is better than restaurant food!” A voice from beside him said, and the people around couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

“That’s true!”

“As a certified Foodie, I can tell these are legit!”

The quick ones managed to get a bit of everything and they handled it as if they were treasure, immediately placing it in the space for protection.

It was very busy and a bit haggard, but every Alteran had a smile on their faces.

The group of them made over ten times their investment. Ansel himself, who got the best deal, made scores and scores of gold within the first hour.

If it wasn’t for the contribution, most people would have loved to just make money this way. But who told the territory to need more people?

Soon, only a bit of food was left. Ansel saw that there were still hundreds of people behind who looked anxiously at them. If the guards weren’t intimidating—especially with Drake and Hugo who were at level 5—there would have been a stampede by now.

“We only have a bit left of food, sorry!” Jun said and looked at their pale disappointed faces with a faux-guilty smile. “We can just go back every few days to trade you some. Or just buy it from our territory, we can definitely accommodate your needs.”

A lot of people looked at him with hopeful looks but, as it always was, some people were not reconciled and immediately started imposing what they wanted.

“But this food is something I must have!” He said, “I’m willing to pay twice these people!” A regal man, a dozen people behind the line, yelled to them.

Jun’s eyebrows rose and looked at the man. Although he didn’t look very clean, he was still better put out than most people.

With his lead, more people started bidding. Jun shook his head at the other Alterans, stopping them from accepting immediately. However, it wasn’t that he was against it.

He knew that even if they insisted on selling their market price to the next guy, these people would just offer to bid with the people who managed to get the product.

Unlike the Alterans, however, these people might even get a little hurt since they didn’t have any guards.

Jun paused in thought. He didn’t want chaos, but he didn’t want to inflate the value too much. It would go against his personal creed as a former public servant to do so. In the end, he decided to just set the price a little higher.

“We will not auction these off, as they are just commodities in our territory. We will only temporarily increase the price by two and if those in line are still willing to buy, then we will sell.”

As if afraid to be preempted, the people in front of the line quickly answered. “Yes, yes, I am willing!”

“Me too, me too!”

Seeing that those in front took the deal with no exceptions, the relatively richer people at the back frowned.

Some of their relatively entitled attitudes still existed. They obviously had money, why couldn’t they get the things they used to take for granted?

They need these things! How do they get it?