Apocalyptic Hoarding Diary

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Opening ceremony.

Top fifty.

The moment those words were uttered, the crowd erupted in excitement.

"Come in! Come in!"

"Where do I enter the store? Where is the store located?"

"Over there! I see the door!"

"Hurry, hurry! Don't let anyone steal it!"

Xu Xiaoyan looked in the direction of the crowd and then noticed a large door behind the stage with a sign that read "Future Robotics Company" hanging on it. The sign was new, with gold background and red lettering, and it was shiny.

The door was open, and warm yellow light shone from inside, making the shelves and counters faintly visible.

The crowd immediately surged toward that door.

Xu Xiaoyan was swept along by the crowd, unable to resist pushing forward.

She wasn't tall, but fortunately she was strong enough to barely stand firm in the crowded sea of ​​people.

Then someone pushed her from behind, and she stumbled forward, bumping into the person in front of her.

The man turned around and glared at her. She quickly apologized, but he had already turned away and continued to push forward.

There was an older woman on the left whose elbow had hit her ribs, causing her to gasp in pain.

There was an older man on the right, carrying a large bag, and the zipper pull on the bag was scraping against her arm.

People behind her kept pushing forward, while those in front remained motionless, leaving her stuck in the middle, unable to move forward or backward.

It seemed that even standing firm was useless; she couldn't control her direction at all and could only be carried along by the crowd.

Xu Xiaoyan suddenly had a thought: Why not just pop into the store and take a look? We're already squeezed in here anyway.

Thinking of this, she steadied herself and followed the flow of people into the store. Before she could even stand firmly, she was stunned by the scene before her.

The store is much larger inside than it looks from the outside, at least 200 square meters, and it's decorated quite well—silver-white walls, shiny metal floor tiles, and rows of spotlights overhead that illuminate every corner.

The shelves were neatly arranged and filled with robots of all sizes, their silver-white shells gleaming softly under the lights.

But at this moment, no one's attention was on the robots. To the left of the shop entrance, there was a long table with dozens of trays of eggs piled on it, each tray containing thirty eggs in neat rows.

Behind the table stood two staff members in red uniforms, one holding a list and the other distributing eggs. In front of the table, it was already a chaotic mess.

"I'm in the top fifty! I was the first one in!"

"You're talking nonsense! I stepped out before you!"

"Don't push, don't push, there's enough for everyone—"

"They have everything? Weren't they saying it was only the top fifty?"

"I don't care, I have to get it!"

Xu Xiaoyan stood on the periphery of the crowd, watching the elderly men and women jostling and pushing each other, their faces flushed, it was even more lively than a vegetable market scrambling for discounted vegetables.

An older woman with disheveled hair squeezed in, bumping her elbows into others.

There was an old man with the loudest voice, whose shouts could be heard all over the street. He insisted that he was the first person to enter the store and demanded that the staff make a note of it.

There were also a few younger people who couldn't squeeze past the incredibly strong older folks, and they were so anxious that they were jumping up and down outside.

Xu Xiaoyan shook the goosebumps off her hands.

I'm really speechless.

Back in Xuan County, she had seen too many of these kinds of scenes: "Free eggs for the first fifty people," "Grand opening special offer with limited quantities," "First come, first served while supplies last"—they were all cut from the same cloth.

First, attract people with small discounts to create chaos and a sense of urgency. Then, once people have squeezed in, start the real sales pitch, accurately grasping people's hearts.

Whether above ground or underground, whether in the past or present, this approach always works.

She stopped looking at the group of people grabbing eggs and turned her gaze to both sides of the shop.

On the shelf to the left, there are various home robots.

Robot vacuum cleaners, wall cleaning robots, air purifying robots, etc.

The shelves on the right are clearly different.

Those robots were much larger and had a more rugged design.

The transport robot is about half a person's height, with a square head and looks sturdy.

The delivery robot has a cylindrical body and a tray on its head, just like the ones displayed outside.

There were also several covered with cloth, so it was impossible to see what they were, but they were labeled with words such as "household robot" and "care robot".

Xu Xiaoyan slowly walked in, and when she reached the innermost part, she suddenly stopped.

There was something standing in the corner.

Matte black, sharp lines, and angular edges.

She stared at those things for two seconds, then her pupils suddenly contracted.

Crossbow?

No, it's more complicated than a bow and arrow.

The thing was half a meter long, completely black, with a streamlined shape. The front end was a bow arm, but it wasn't the wooden bow arm of a traditional crossbow; instead, it was made of a composite material with a cold, hard metallic sheen.

There's a scope at the rear, the lens reflecting a faint blue light under the spotlight, and a grip below it with several buttons, the purpose of which is unclear.

What alarmed her most was that there were several boxes of arrows next to the object. The arrows were not long, only about twenty centimeters long, but the arrowheads were made of metal, triangular in shape, and gleamed coldly under the light.

Xu Xiaoyan's heart skipped a beat.

She glanced around instinctively to make sure no one was watching her, then quickly walked over.

As you get closer, you can see it more clearly.

The object stood quietly on the display shelf, with a small label next to it that read: Precision Aiming Crossbow.

Below is a line of smaller print: Built-in automatic aiming system, beginners can get started quickly.

Automatic aiming? Xu Xiaoyan's mind was buzzing.

She reached out to touch it, but pulled her hand back just before her fingers touched it.

Why is this thing being sold in a store?

Didn't they say the underground city is strictly controlled? Didn't they say dangerous goods can't be sold openly? What's the deal with this "Future Robotics Company" that dares to put this kind of thing on the shelves so blatantly?

As she was thinking, she caught a glimpse of a staff member in red walking past her.

Xu Xiaoyan grabbed the man's arm almost without hesitation.

"Hey—" The staff member was startled and shrank back, almost crying out.

When he realized that the person who had grabbed him was a young and beautiful girl, the panic on his face slowly turned into confusion.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice still a little shaken.

Xu Xiaoyan didn't let go, pointing at the black crossbow with her other finger. "How much does this thing cost? What are its functions? Tell me about it!"

The staff member glanced in the direction she pointed, said "Oh," and relaxed.

She looked Xu Xiaoyan up and down, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes—she probably hadn't expected such a quiet and gentle girl to be interested in this.

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