Qi Xu decided not to hold back and continued browsing.
The "Abandoned Props Section" was stocked with all kinds of precious items, but unfortunately, they were all damaged beyond repair.
Qi Xu even spotted a fully autonomous steering wheel and was instantly tempted! However, its description read:
【Faulty Autonomous Steering Wheel: Missing critical components. Install at your own risk—it’ll automatically navigate you straight into the roadside black fog.】
One glance at this, and Qi Xu lost all interest. Convinced there were no bargains left in this room, he promptly left.
Next, he headed to the "Daily Necessities Section" and purchased 100 towels, 100 scarves, 1,000 bars of fragmented soap, and 100 oversized water storage barrels.
In a corner, he stumbled upon 1,000 bolts of green fabric...
Qi Xu was thrilled. He’d assumed he’d need to find a textile factory to acquire this much green fabric, but here it was—effortlessly obtained.
【Unevenly Dyed Green Fabric】: Already ugly, and now it’s poorly dyed too. Boo-hoo~
Qi Xu held up a piece against his green fur, confirming it could be tailored into a matching set. Only then did he check the price.
1,000 bolts cost 10 Survival Coins.
Normally, Qi Xu would’ve been overjoyed, but after scoring so many deals today, he’d grown addicted to the thrill. Now, 10 coins suddenly felt steep.
Frowning slightly, Qi Xu flashed the fabric at the rat clerk, "accidentally" dropping two Survival Coins from his pocket.
The rat immediately caught on. "Oh dear, why is this junk still here? Boss, boss—my apologies for the oversight! I’ll dispose of it right away."
Qi Xu nodded approvingly. "No worries. Everyone gets busy. You’re doing great."
The rat slapped a "Scrap" label on the fabric, tossed it onto a cart outside, and Qi Xu swiftly stashed it in his backpack. He considered browsing further, but suddenly, alarms blared throughout the dump.
The rat smacked its thigh regretfully. "Shift change, dear boss! Till next time!"
Before Qi Xu could respond, the rat stripped off its uniform and handed it to an approaching bull-headed attendant.
Qi Xu considered flexing his "boss authority," but the bull-headed creature bared its teeth menacingly, making him retreat.
Better play it safe—Qi Xu decided to ignore it.
When he reached for more items, the bull-headed attendant reappeared, silently glaring.
Qi Xu hurried to the "Scrap Vehicles Section," only to find his work permit lacked the clearance to even peek inside.
He coughed lightly, wondering if his 【Waste Recycling Worker】 badge granted any purchasing privileges here. The last thing he needed was a bull-headed beatdown.
A workplace dispute might draw higher-ups, so Qi Xu tested the waters by "dropping" two Survival Coins near the attendant.
The bull-headed creature blocked his path. "You dropped this."
Qi Xu feigned ignorance. "Hmm? Doesn’t look like mine."
The attendant clenched its fists, as if ready to swing. "It’s yours, idiot. I saw it fall from you."
Qi Xu sighed, picked up the coins, and left. He’d scored enough for one day—plus, he still had three 【Any Station Access Cards】. He could always return for that delightful rat later. Far more agreeable than this stubborn bull.
Truly, every workplace had its slackers and its sticklers.
On his way out, Qi Xu waved goodbye to the duck attendant.
The duck, having pocketed its bribe, barely lifted an eyelid before ignoring him completely.
Qi Xu suddenly missed the rat even more... He’d forgotten to ask its name.
Outside, Qi Xu tallied his haul:
- Spent: 15 Survival Coins on warehouse goods—
Curry-flavored toast (×500), chili sauce (×100), canned meat (×100), oatmeal milk (×100), towels (×100), scarves (×100), fragmented soap (×1,000), oversized water barrels (×100).
- Spent: 3 Survival Coins on the rat’s "scrap" deals—
Tetesu Pure Milk (×300), Master Kong Braised Beef Noodles (×1,000), green fabric (×1,000).
The sheer volume had Qi Xu itching to skip down the road.
Immediately, he distributed five Tetesu milk cartons to everyone in the group chat—all expiring in five days. His 【Time-Stasis Slots】 were reserved for dishes by the Chinese Master Chef, leaving no room for perishables.
Better shared than wasted. The joy of spoiling others felt unexpectedly nice.
Retired Magic Boy: "Big shot, what’s the occasion? Sudden generosity?"
Old White Dragon in the Waves: "Perfect timing—I was thirsty."
Qi Xu, too busy reeking, didn’t reply.
Back in his vehicle, he wasted no time unfolding the portable auto-shower. He tossed his filthy clothes into a basin, filled it with water, and tossed in a few soap fragments to soak. He’d scrub properly that evening.
But bathing couldn’t wait. Qi Xu felt like flies could stage a rave on his scalp. After a 30-minute rinse (sans showerhead), he finally emerged fragrant again.
He towel-dried his shoulder-length hair briskly. In this climate, it air-dried easily—but once winter hit, he’d need a solution.
Either buy a hairdryer or revert to baldness.
Qi Xu preferred the former. He posted in the chat: "Who’s got a hairdryer?"
Within 30 seconds, Golden Bell Armor Iron Shirt sent one over.
Though no trade terms were stated, Qi Xu reciprocated with:
- One pack of noodles,
- Two canned meats,
- One curry bread,
- One Tetesu milk.
Golden Bell Armor Iron Shirt: "???? This generous? You didn’t misclick, right?!"
Qi Xu: "All near-expiry. Most can’t be stored anyway."
Golden Bell Armor Iron Shirt: "Still a steal. Thanks."
Qi Xu held off on further trades. Daylight was for travel—who knew when he’d hit another parallel road intersection or station?
Alas, he only encountered three supply crates, all monster-infested.
By now, Qi Xu was jaded. Crates either held worthless single materials or increasingly tough monsters. After back-to-back fights, he barely bothered stopping for them anymore.
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