Chapter 259 I Picked Up Trash on the Battlefield of National Fortune 15
After Jiang Zhe's team withdrew, the ruins returned to silence.
Zhou Jue pushed her little cart slowly to the place where the Xiong Kingdom player Ivan had wailed.
All that remained was a patch of corroded remains and a twisted, deformed, and completely unusable weapon.
Zhou Jue stopped in her tracks, her gaze falling on the weapon. She extended a long-handled clamp and gripped the butt of the rifle.
[Recovery successful. Obtained 'Damaged Grade B Pulse Rifle'.]
Option 1: Redeem 180 points.
Option 2: Store in storage space.
Zhou Jue did not hesitate.
"Recycle."
There's no point in keeping this thing; she can't repair it herself. Selling it to players? A broken B-grade weapon won't fetch much money, and it would easily expose her connection to that previous incident.
It would be better to convert it into real points.
After cleaning up the last piece of "trash" in the area, Zhou Jue's bracelet vibrated gently.
[Daytime mission complete. NPC-0714 is now in standby mode.]
With a flash of white light, she returned to that small hut.
The first thing she did was check her points.
Points: 5753
After a whole day of hard work, plus the unexpected windfall from recovering that B-grade weapon, my points have increased significantly again.
She opened the system store and looked at the items she liked, feeling an even stronger sense of urgency.
We're still too poor.
While collecting garbage may be a stable income, one must engage in business to become wealthy.
Zhou Jue made up his mind and immediately gave the order to the system.
"Brother Tongzi, switch identities, itinerant merchant - 1024."
"receive!"
The gray uniform he was wearing instantly transformed into a dark brown robe that covered his entire body, and the number on his chest changed from 0714 to 1024.
She opened the storage space and her gaze fell on two items.
The water was taken from Blue Abyss Lake, crystal clear and containing gentle restorative energy. This was a mini Blue Abyss Lake that she had stored in the first world. For some reason, although it was still a mini version, the water had become inexhaustible.
The other thing is the water from the ordinary spiritual spring in her space, which has even more spiritual energy and a healing effect.
There's even that inexhaustible spiritual spring.
A bold business plan quickly took shape in her mind.
"The stamina potion in the official store costs 50 points per bottle and can only restore 20% of your stamina."
"That pharmacist, number 44, said to get her 40 units. I don't know how much it will restore, but I guess it won't be much cheaper."
"Players work so hard to accumulate points, they definitely need affordable alternatives."
“My lake water, if diluted, will be just as effective as theirs, and the cost will be almost zero.”
Zhou Jue's eyes lit up as she thought about it. She took out a dozen clean empty bottles from her storage space and started working on them.
She first poured about one-fifth of the Blue Abyss Lake water into the bottle, then filled it with ordinary purified water, added a drop of blue colorant, and gently shook it to mix.
A bottle of light blue liquid was ready, and it looked about seven or eight parts similar to the "Stamina Recovery Potion" sold in the official store.
She gave her knock-off product a simple and unpretentious name.
"Let's call it 'Basic Stamina Recovery Agent'."
Looking at the dozen or so bottles of medicine laid out in front of her, she set a small goal in her mind.
For example, first monopolize the low-end potion market in the player's town.
After making preparations, Zhou Jue activated the teleportation again.
The next second, she appeared in the familiar logistics corridor of the player town.
She navigated the passageway with practiced ease, pulled down her hood, and merged into the crowd, arriving once again at the chaotic yet vibrant flea market.
In the same corner near the fork in the road, she spread out a gray cloth and laid out a row of a dozen or so simple bottles filled with pale blue liquid.
"Hey." A sarcastic greeting came from the side.
Zhou Jue knew without even looking that it was Pharmacist No. 44.
"Young man, changed your business today?" Pharmacist-44 glanced sideways at the bottles on Zhou Jue's stall, his face full of undisguised mockery.
"What? Yesterday you tried selling your black hair strands and nobody wanted them, so today you're selling dishwater instead?"
He picked up a bottle of exquisite potion from his stall and shook it smugly: "See? This is real business. Let me tell you, listen to advice and you'll eat your fill. Those three bald hairs of yours can only fool suckers like Brother Wolf."
"I advise you to honestly buy from me. I'll give you a discount, and I guarantee you'll make more money than selling dishwashing water."
Zhou Jue's face was hidden under his hood, and he ignored him.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Pharmacist No. 44 assumed that she was feeling guilty, so he pouted, hummed a little tune, and started wiping his bottles and jars, muttering something like "ungrateful."
As time went by, the market gradually became more crowded.
Just then, a young player limped over, with several wounds on his body, his combat uniform tattered, and his face full of exhaustion and frustration.
He passed by Pharmacist-44's stall, asked about the price, and found out it was 80 points to restore 30% of his health. He couldn't afford it, so he shook his head and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to the row of simple bottles on Zhou Jue's stall.
He hesitated for a moment, then walked over, pointed at the bottle, and asked in a weak voice, "Boss, how much is this?"
Zhou Jue raised her head, her gaze obscured by the hood. She held up two fingers and answered in her deliberately feigned hoarse voice.
"Twenty points for a basic stamina recovery potion. How much it restores depends entirely on luck."
The moment the price was announced, not only the young player but also the pharmacist-44, who had been watching the spectacle intently, was stunned.
The young player picked at his ear in disbelief: "How...how much?"
He doubted he had heard correctly.
"Twenty points," Zhou Jue repeated.
Pharmacist-44 scoffed from the side: "Twenty points? Kid, do you dare drink that? This stuff probably came straight from the sewers. Drinking it will send you straight to meet the System God! No wonder you said how much you recover depends entirely on luck. You were just fooling people!"
The young players also showed signs of struggle, uncertain about the recovery value and the cheap price.
He glanced at the 48 points remaining on his bracelet, then at his empty stamina bar. He knew that relying solely on rest to recover stamina would only restore a maximum of 50% by tomorrow's mission; he needed stamina recovery potions.
The potion in the official store costs 50, which he can't afford.
The NPC next to him was selling it for 80, which he couldn't afford.
Twenty points were his only hope that he could afford.
I'm taking the gamble!
"Boss, I'll buy one bottle!" He gritted his teeth and swiped out 20 points.
Zhou Jue accepted the points and handed him a bottle of medicine.
The young player, holding the bottle and amidst the amused gazes of those around him, unscrewed the cap and tilted his head back to gulp it down.
Pharmacist-44 crossed his arms, a mocking smile on his face, ready to watch him foam at the mouth after he finished drinking.
However, the next second, everyone's expression froze.
After the young player drank the potion, he suddenly shuddered, and his pale face, which had been exhausted, regained its rosy color at a visible speed.
He looked down at his bracelet.
The red stamina bar, which was almost empty, suddenly shot up a lot like an inflated balloon!
Holy crap!
A thunderous shout erupted from the young player's throat.
"It's recovered! A quarter of it has been recovered! It's even better than the 50-point version in the store!"
He was so excited that he was incoherent, his hands were trembling, and he looked at Zhou Jue as if he had seen a god descended to earth.
The surrounding players instantly erupted in chaos.
"Really? Twenty points? And the effect is even better than the official one?"
"You must be kidding me! There's no such thing as a free lunch!"
"Who cares! Twenty points, it's a steal! I'll have one too!"
The young player didn't care anymore. He turned around abruptly and, like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, slammed his remaining 28 points onto the stall, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Boss! I'll pay for what's not enough on credit! I'll take the rest!"
Before he could finish speaking, players who had heard the commotion surged forward like a tide.
"Make way! I was here first!"
"Boss! Give me three bottles!"
"Don't push! Who the hell stepped on my foot?!"
"I'll pay thirty points a bottle! Sell it to me!"
In just a moment, Zhou Jue's small stall was surrounded by a huge crowd.
Pharmacist-44 stood there dumbfounded, the mocking smile still frozen on his lips. His mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg, his eyes were wide open like saucers, and his mind was completely blank.
Dishwater?
What the hell is this dishwater?!
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