Sang Ning wrapped the crickets in cotton cloth and asked the audience, "They weigh about six or seven pounds. How much can you sell them for?"
An audience member called out a number, and Sang Ning, "..."
Sang Ning asked incredulously, "Around 120,000 or 130,000? Are you sure you're serious?"
The audience member said they were serious, and fearing she wouldn't believe them, one audience member even showed her the latest purchase price of the bug.
Sang Ning took a look and found that the price of the squeaking bug was really high.
A live one costs over 40,000 yuan per kilogram, while a dead one is cheaper, but still costs over 20,000 yuan per kilogram.
Therefore, what she collected could really sell for over 100,000 yuan.
Instantly, Sang Ning's gaze towards these whining insects changed.
This thing is too valuable. Should we try our luck and see if we can find a few more pounds?
The thought had barely crossed my mind when a message from Manager Luo arrived.
The person in charge, Luo, contacted her not for any other reason than to tell her that someone wanted to buy her crickets and asked if she was interested in selling them. If so, the production team could help sell them on her behalf.
No fees are required; after the transaction is successful and taxes are paid, the remaining money will go into her account.
Worried that Sang Ning would refuse, Manager Luo persuaded her to agree, because the price of a newly dead bug and a bug that had been dead for some time were different.
A dried-up bug that has been dead for a while will only cost around 20,000 NTD at most, but the program team can help negotiate the price down to around 30,000 NTD for a bug that has just died.
The price difference is nearly 10,000 yuan per kilogram; even a fool would know which to choose.
Sang Ning wasn't worried about the production team deceiving her. A production team that could offer a livable star and a prize of 200 million yuan as rewards must be incredibly wealthy, so there was really no need for them to cheat in front of so many viewers.
So she nodded decisively and said, "Okay, please help me sell it."
Manager Luo laughed and said, "You're welcome. It's settled then. The delivery robot will come to you to pick up the bug later. After the sale and the money arrives, I will send you the transfer screenshot and tax payment screenshot. Is that alright?"
"Can."
The delivery robot arrived very quickly, reaching the scene in less than five minutes. It was an adorable robot shaped like Pikachu.
Carrying a small flying device on its back, it appeared at the cave entrance and called out in a childish, high-pitched voice—
"Sang Ning, my dear Sang Ning baby, I'm here to collect the goods! Come out and make some money quickly, lalala..."
"They're here! They're here!"
Mu Yan, who was diligently sweeping the cave with a leaf broom, dropped the leaf broom upon hearing the sound, grabbed a cotton bag, and appeared at the cave entrance, where she immediately saw the Pikachu robot.
This design is kind of cute.
Her eyes lit up with delight as she stepped forward and handed it the cotton bag. "Hello, this is something I need you to send by courier."
"Hello!"
Pikachu stretched out its short paws to take the cotton bag, and after going through a series of procedures such as verifying its identity, scanning, weighing, and generating a tracking number, it opened its belly.
To Sang Ning's utter astonishment, the short arms grew longer and reached into her stomach, rummaging around until they pulled out a small box the size of a palm. Then, they opened it and transferred every single cricket from the cotton bag into the small box.
Then, a miraculous thing happened: the small box, no bigger than a palm, actually contained seven pounds and eight ounces of bugs without overflowing.
Sang Ning immediately became interested in the box. "Little Pikachu, do you sell this box?"
"Sorry, Sang Ning, this is not for sale."
Little Pikachu busied itself, and without even looking up, it closed the small box, took out a small spray bottle, sprayed the box, and then a square, semi-transparent cover appeared.
It said, "If you need space products, you can buy a space hub with customizable design and size after you leave the desolate planet. The express box is not acceptable; it is a custom-made product by our company because it is too ugly and does not meet the aesthetic standards of most intelligent life."
"Therefore, I suggest that you buy space products, Ningbao."
Sang Ning was so annoyed by its constant calling of "baby" that her scalp tingled, and her interest in it waned.
After nodding in agreement, he asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No need. The program's legal department will handle the coordination with the businesses. You just need to wait to collect your money."
After stuffing the small box with the extra cover back into its belly and then fastening it back up, the Pikachu robot bowed to her. "Well then, Sang Ning, my mission is complete, so I'll take my leave now."
"Okay, take care!"
Sang Ning waved goodbye and watched it leave. After Pikachu's figure completely disappeared from sight, she turned back to the cave and continued her work, chatting with the audience.
"Do delivery robots nowadays all call each other 'baby customer'?"
This topic really ignited the audience's吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments) spirit.
—Not only that, all the employees of the express delivery group are robots.
To showcase the diversity and human-like nature of robots, the designers not only created thousands of different appearances for them, but also allowed them to learn and improve autonomously.
They were all a group of ambitious robots who studied very hard and diligently, but the results they achieved were... well, let's just say they were disappointing.
Anyway, by now, the ways they refer to customer service have become quite varied.
They can call out anything imaginable, like "baby," "dad," "mom," or "little one." There's nothing they won't say or dare not say.
Some viewers shared their experiences of being shocked by bizarre nicknames, which put Sang Ning at ease.
It turns out she wasn't the only one who got goosebumps from the delivery robots, but that was enough for her.
After cleaning the cave, she began preparing dinner while chatting with the audience.
I've eaten a lot of meat these past few days, and I really don't want to eat anymore.
So, for dinner she prepared bamboo rice and a seaweed and dried shrimp soup.
After eating and drinking her fill and washing and tidying up the pots and pans, she asked the audience to keep an eye on things while she went back to meditating and circulating her inner energy.
The next morning, she opened her eyes, got up and stretched her body, greeted the audience, and then took some clean snow to boil water in a pot to wash up.
Then I made a batter with flour, made a pot of dumpling soup, ate it, packed my things, and set off.
Around 3 PM, the system announced that two more contestants had been eliminated.
Sang Ning, busy on her journey, had no interest in knowing the stories of these two eliminated contestants, since quite a few contestants had been eliminated recently.
It's fair to say that contestants are being eliminated every day, or they're withdrawing from the competition because they can't withstand the harsh survival environment. It's just that there are two more contestants in the elimination army, which is really nothing to be curious about.
But to her surprise, after these two were eliminated, the system announcements started coming every few minutes, as if a hornet's nest had been stirred up.
In less than half an hour, the number of people eliminated reached thirty-one.
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