Chapter 361 Opening the Trading Area
Along with the latest batch of survivors, they fled from the danger zone and entered this isolated island.
The trading area is officially open.
The 150 survivors living in the trading area stood in front of their tents with shining eyes.
They walked towards the survivors who were as skinny and hunched as refugees.
It was as if I saw a way to make money.
The screen is the center of the entire trading area and is circular in shape.
Although the trading area is covered in mud, these large screens give it a sci-fi feel.
Especially on these electronic screens, the names of various materials are constantly scrolling.
It seems as if these materials really exist behind the electronic screen.
Because there are so many types and names of these materials.
There was once a survivor in the trading area who stood in front of an electronic screen and watched it for half an hour.
I haven't seen any duplication of material types.
Certain details revealed in the trading area were told to the new survivors.
It seems that this area next to the mercenary camp can really provide what they need.
I just don't know what price I'll make them pay.
There was a survivor with a hunched back, leaning on a crutch, and his clothes were in tatters.
He took out an emerald gem and tremblingly asked a survivor standing beside the tent,
"Can I trade this for a bite to eat?"
The survivors living in the trading area have no shortage of food. As soon as they get a small red flag, they go to exchange it for food.
They were so full of food that they couldn't finish it.
Especially since they eat a lot every day, they can’t eat new food.
The suffering and starvation they endured in the wasteland had already left them with serious psychological trauma.
After getting the food, they will store it.
Especially in the trading area, for some reason.
Even if a can has been opened for several days, it will not rot if left in its original place.
So almost every tent stored a considerable amount of expired food.
The trembling survivor looked at the man beside the tent with a nervous look on his face.
There was a pleading tone in his voice, "Even a bite to eat would be fine."
He originally thought that the man would not agree.
As a result, the man standing next to the tent set his eyes on the large emerald gem in his hand.
His eyes lit up.
All the messy garbage from the electronic screens is collected, and this is something all the survivors in the trading area know.
Especially these shiny gems, even gold and silver.
You can also exchange it for a small red flag on the electronic screen.
And the number of small red flags exchanged is quite good.
These gems, gold, silver and other jewelry weigh a little more than other garbage.
The electronic screen area recycles waste by weight.
Ten kilograms of garbage can be exchanged for a small red flag. Similarly, osmanthus flowers and Panax notoginseng roots are also weighed.
Although osmanthus and Panax notoginseng roots can grow wildly in the trading area, it is still difficult to gather a total weight of ten kilograms.
The man immediately took out the emerald he had in his hand.
He put it aside and took out a biscuit from his pocket.
This is a pack of cookies he exchanged from the electronic screen. Each pack contains thirty-six small cookies.
Each pack of individually wrapped cookies contains four cookies.
The man gave the survivor one of the pieces.
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