Chapter 266 I Pick Up Trash on the Battlefield of National Destiny 22
Zhou Jue stood opposite the 'partner' and looked at Jiang Zhe's outstretched hand, which was covered with calluses and scars.
Zhou Jue hesitated for only a moment before reaching out and gently shaking hands, then disappearing into the shadows.
...
Flea market.
When Zhou Jue appeared, the entire market had already entered a climax ahead of time.
Countless players crowded into the corner where she had set up her stall yesterday, craning their necks.
"Here he comes! Boss 1024 is here!"
"Look at me, boss! I've been queuing since last night!"
The crowd automatically parted to make way.
Zhou Jue walked over expressionlessly, spread out a gray cloth, and without saying a word, took out bottles of light blue medicine from his sleeve.
"Basic stamina recovery potion, one hundred bottles, twenty points per bottle."
"Advanced stamina recovery potion, fifty bottles, fifty points per bottle."
"start."
As soon as she finished speaking, the players who were already prepared raised their wristbands like crazy.
"Boss! Give me five bottles of the basic one!"
"I want a premium bottle! Just one!"
"I've got everything I own here! Give me ten bottles of the basic kind!"
The notification sound of points being credited to your account was so pleasant; in less than five minutes, all 150 bottles of potion were sold out.
Points credited: 6500.
Those who failed to get one were filled with regret, while those who did were overjoyed, carefully putting away the potion as if it were a priceless treasure.
"Boss! Is that all? It's barely enough to fill a tooth gap!"
"Yes, boss! Bring out some more! We've already prepared our points!"
Looking at the empty stall, Zhou Jue slowly took out two new potions from his sleeve.
The bottle is more refined, and the liquid inside is no longer blue.
One is a soft milky white, and the other is a dazzling pale gold.
"This is a treatment medicine."
She pointed to the milky white bottle: "Basic healing potion, restores minor injuries, 150 points."
She then pointed to the pale gold bottle: "Advanced healing potion, for treating moderate injuries, 400 points."
"Twenty bottles for beginner level, ten bottles for advanced level."
The once noisy crowd fell silent instantly.
150 points? 400 points?
This price was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the enthusiasm of most people.
"So expensive?" one player exclaimed. "I worked my butt off on a B-level quest and only earned a little over two hundred points."
"Yeah, we can afford stamina potions, but this stuff is only useful when you're about to die, it's too extravagant."
"One hundred and fifty points. I only have one hundred and sixty points on my bracelet. Buying one bottle will wipe out all my points."
Although the price was more than half that of the healing potions that cost hundreds or thousands of dollars in the official store, it was still a huge sum of money for ordinary players struggling on the brink of life and death.
An awkward silence fell over the room.
Pharmacist #44, who was standing nearby, almost burst out laughing when he saw this. See? He'd gone too far! Didn't he even realize what kind of poor bastards his clients were?!
Just then, a player with a broken arm gritted his teeth and walked up: "Boss, I... I only have 120 points, could you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Jue shook his head.
The player's face was full of disappointment. His companion next to him couldn't bear to see it anymore and pulled out his bracelet: "Damn it! I still have forty points left, you can have them! Hurry up and heal your wounds, we'll need you for the next mission!"
"team leader……"
"Stop talking nonsense! Buy it now!"
The two collected enough points to buy a basic healing potion.
After the first person to try it, several others joined forces or spent all their savings to buy a few bottles of basic potions.
Soon, all twenty bottles of basic healing potion were sold out.
But those ten bottles of high-grade potions, priced at four hundred points each, remained untouched. Everyone just watched with longing, but no one dared to actually make a move.
Four hundred points are enough to buy a decent C-grade equipment from the official store.
Seeing that no one was moving, Zhou Jue prepared to bend down and pack up his stall.
Just then.
"Get out of the way!" a boastful voice rang out.
The crowd was roughly pushed aside, and Aziz swaggered over with his "Sand Scorpion" squad members.
He spotted the ten pale gold potions on the stall at a glance, his eyes gleaming with greed.
"You're the one who sells medicine?" Aziz looked down at Zhou Jue.
Zhou Jue ignored him, and Aziz didn't care either. He pointed to the ten bottles of high-grade healing potions.
How much is this?
"Four hundred a bottle," Zhou Jue replied casually.
“Okay!” Aziz grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. He raised the bracelet without the slightest hesitation.
"I'll take all ten bottles."
[Beep! Received 4000 points.]
The surrounding players were all dumbfounded. Four thousand points! Without even blinking, just for ten bottles of potion?
Is this the power of the top-ranked players?
Aziz put away the potion, glanced at the dumbfounded players around him, and a disdainful smile appeared on his face.
He turned to Zhou Jue and licked his lips: "Any more? How much of this golden potion do you have? I want as much as you can."
"That's all." Zhou Jue began to tidy up the gray cloth on the ground.
Please come earlier next time.
After saying that, she turned and left, leaving behind a dashing silhouette and a group of players with mixed expressions.
Aziz stared at the direction she had disappeared in, his eyes slightly narrowed, lost in thought.
...
In the Dragon Kingdom's exclusive rest hall, inside a large conference room.
Jiang Zhe sat in the main seat.
Opposite him sat player representatives from several countries with which he had good relations, including the Xiong Kingdom, the Serbian Kingdom, the Kazakh Kingdom, and Pakistan.
Anxiety and anticipation were on everyone's faces.
"Old Jiang, stop keeping us in suspense. What good news is it that you've called us all over?" Vasily, a burly man from the Xiong Kingdom and Ivan's brother, asked in a deep voice.
“Yes, Jiang, my team has other things to do today.” A serious-looking Serbian man pushed up his glasses.
Jiang Zhe smiled, but didn't say anything; he just waved.
Lin Feng and Wolf Brother, along with several team members, carried in several large boxes. When the boxes were opened, they were filled with neatly stacked light blue stamina recovery potions.
"My God!"
"Oh My God!"
All the foreign player representatives suddenly stood up, staring intently at the potions, their breathing becoming heavy.
"These... are all the potions from that mysterious merchant?" Vasily asked in disbelief.
Many of them had either managed to obtain or heard of this inexpensive and effective medicine, but the quantity was too limited.
“That’s right.” Jiang Zhe nodded.
"We are all allies, so we should not forget you all when there are benefits."
He pointed to the potions: "Two hundred bottles of basic stamina potions. Fifty bottles of advanced stamina potions."
"The price will be the market price: 20 for beginners and 50 for advanced. I won't make a single penny off you."
The meeting room erupted in chaos.
“Jiang! You’re truly our good brother! I want a hundred bottles of the basic kind! And twenty bottles of the advanced kind!” Vasily was the first to shout.
"No way!" the Serbian representative immediately objected. "Why should your Bear Kingdom want so many? We want them all too! I want them all!"
"We Kazakhs want it too! It must be distributed fairly!"
"Our Pakistani friends need it too!"
Seeing that the crowd was about to start arguing, Jiang Zhe raised his hand to calm them down: "Everyone, don't be anxious. The supply of goods in our country has basically stabilized, and there will be more in the future."
"But this time the quantity is limited, and the quota can only be allocated according to the contribution of players from each country on the battlefield."
He took out a pre-prepared form that clearly listed the quotas for each country.
Although there were still some arguments, the items were finally distributed. After the stamina potions were distributed, everyone thought that was the end of the day.
Jiang Zhe smiled again and waved his hand once more. Lin Feng then brought up two smaller boxes. When the boxes were opened, they contained two more exquisite potions.
Milky white and pale gold.
“This is… a healing potion?” Vasily recognized the color of the potion; he had seen it in the market.
“That’s right.” Jiang Zhe’s smile carried a hint of a businessman’s air.
“Our people have already tried it, and it works even better than the official store product.”
"And I've already negotiated the price; it'll be a bit cheaper than the market price."
"The beginner's bottle costs 130 points."
"The premium one costs 350 points per bottle."
This price is cheaper than Zhou Jue's market price, but significantly higher than Jiang Zhe's purchase price.
"What?!" Vasily slammed his hand on the table, startling everyone.
His eyes were red as he stared intently at the advanced healing potions.
"You're a fool, huh? Fine!"
"Our Bear Kingdom may not have much else, but it has a lot of points!"
"We'll take all fifty bottles of high-grade healing potions!"
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