Don't Run, My Mech Is Already Thirsty and Impatient

Once deemed a useless "Mech-Girl" and subjected to endless ridicule, she obtains an ancient mech core one day.

From then on, she embarks on a journey of growth in a world with both me...

Chapter 257 Material Problems: The Road to Competition

What Ada whispered in her ear was the name of the core material needed to repair the mecha - star core meteorite iron.

Ye Ling slowly loosened her clenched fists, took a deep breath, and suppressed her surging emotions.

She turned and left the ruins, heading straight for the interstellar materials market.

The bustling market is filled with the sounds of hawkers, and the air is filled with the smell of oil and metal.

Ye Ling’s goal is very clear - star core meteorite iron.

This rare material is extremely rare in the market, with only a few stalls having small stocks.

In front of the largest stall, a fat businessman with a greasy face was sitting there leisurely, playing with a piece of star core meteorite emitting a faint blue light in his hand.

This person is the big boss of the interstellar materials market, known as "Ben".

Ye Ling knew that if she wanted to repair the mecha quickly, she couldn't avoid him.

She walked up to Ben's stall and said straight to the point: "Star Core Meteorite Iron, how much is it?"

Ben looked up at Ye Ling and smiled contemptuously: "Oh, isn't this the eldest daughter of the Ye family? How come you are also interested in this treasure?" He deliberately emphasized the word "treasure" and his tone was full of sarcasm.

Ye Ling suppressed the anger in her heart and asked again, "Price."

Ben rubbed his fat fingers together and stretched out five fingers: "Five hundred star coins, one gram."

Ye Ling took a breath of cold air. This price was more than ten times higher than the market price!

It's obvious that they are taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

The treasure hunters around also gathered around, whispering to each other with an attitude of watching the fun.

"Five hundred star coins per gram? This boss is too ruthless!"

"Who let them have a monopoly? If you want to buy, buy it. If you don't want to buy, forget it!"

"The eldest lady of the Ye family is going to bleed heavily this time..."

The discussions around her pierced Ye Ling's eardrums like needles. She felt her cheeks getting hot and a feeling of humiliation surged into her heart like a tide.

She tried to remain calm, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "Boss, isn't your price a bit..."

"What's up?" Ben interrupted her, a playful smile on his greasy face. "You think it's too expensive? If you think it's too expensive, don't buy it! I have plenty of this stuff here, no problem selling it!"

Ye Ling's heart sank. He was the only one in the market that had the star core meteorite iron, and she had no choice.

The treasure hunters around also began to get restless. They knew that if Ye Ling didn't buy it, they would have a chance.

Just as Ye Ling was hesitating, a deep voice came from the crowd: "Four hundred star coins per gram, I want it."

The voice seemed to have a hint of magnetism, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Ye Ling looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man in a black cloak standing at the edge of the crowd. The brim of his hat covered most of his face, leaving only the line of his chin appearing cold and angular. He exuded a mysterious aura.

Ben's fat body trembled slightly, and the arrogant smile on his face froze. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the man in front of him: "Who are you? How dare you break my rules?"

The man ignored Ben's questioning and looked directly at Ye Ling. His deep voice sounded again: "Miss, do you want this star core meteorite iron? It's four hundred star coins per gram. I'll buy it and you can take it from me."

Ye Ling was stunned. She never expected that someone would stand up to help her at this time.

She looked at the mysterious man carefully, her heart full of doubts and curiosity.

But at the moment, she had no time to think about it, the star core meteorite iron was the most important.

"I...I need it." Ye Ling swallowed hard. She felt her heart pounding. She was afraid that the man in front of her would change his mind the next second.

Seeing that his chance of success was about to fly away, Ben became anxious. His fat cheeks flushed red as he pointed at the man in black and cursed, "Are you here to mess things up? Do you know who I am? How dare you steal my business!"

But the man in black ignored him, took out a bag of star coins from his pocket, and threw it directly on Ben's stall: "These are enough, I want all the remaining star core meteorite iron."

Ben's eyes widened when he saw the bag bulging with star coins. He grabbed the bag and counted it. After confirming that everything was correct, a greedy smile appeared on his fat face again. "Okay, since you are so generous, I will give you the rest."

Taking advantage of the gap between Ben and the man in black, Ye Ling quickly walked up to the man in black and asked in a low voice: "How can I get the star core meteorite iron?"

The man in black didn't answer her directly. Instead, he handed Ye Ling a small piece of glowing star-core meteorite iron: "Take it first. We'll talk about the rest later."

Ye Ling looked at the cold star core meteorite in her hand, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

She raised her head and was about to thank the man in black again, but she found that the crowd around her began to commotion.

It turned out that only scattered star core meteorite irons were left on Ben's stall. Upon seeing this, other treasure hunters rushed over and scrambled for them like hungry wolves.

For a moment, the entire market was in chaos, with all kinds of shouting and collision sounds heard everywhere.

Ye Ling's heart sank suddenly, and she realized that she had wasted too much time bargaining with Ben.

Now, most of the star core meteorite iron on the market has been sold out. If she can't find the remaining materials, her plan to repair the mecha will be completely ruined!

A strong sense of crisis surged in her heart, and she ran around in the crowd like a headless fly, hoping to find a glimmer of hope.

But the reality is cruel. Most of the stalls are empty, with only some worthless scraps left.

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