Apocalyptic Hoarding Diary

Brother Ma was a little surprised, but he didn't say much and just turned around to issue the ticket.

"Okay, three thousand arrows it is," he said. "But it will take a few days. These arrows need to be made to order. I'll let you know when they're ready."

Xu Xiaoyan nodded vigorously.

She thought for a moment and then asked, "Brother Ma, there's something else."

"What is it?"

"Could we add something to the arrowheads of one thousand of those arrows?" she whispered. "Like... an anesthetic?"

Brother Ma paused for a moment, then looked at her with a complex expression in his eyes.

"Anesthetic?" he repeated.

Xu Xiaoyan nodded without explaining.

Brother Ma looked at her for a few seconds, then smiled.

"Sure, young lady, you've thought of everything," he said. "I can add more, but it'll cost extra. 0.2 points per arrow, so a thousand arrows would be two hundred. Want it?"

Xu Xiaoyan thought for a moment and then nodded, "Yes!"

"Okay," he said. "Then it's settled. Two thousand ordinary arrows and one thousand tranquilizer arrows."

Brother Ma nodded, took out a small notebook, and quickly wrote a few lines.

He said, "I'll pay half the deposit upfront, 2,650, and the rest upon delivery."

Without saying a word, Xu Xiaoyan took out her phone and transferred the money.

She didn't know when she would need it, or even if she would need it at all, but she knew that when a real problem arose, having it or not having it was a completely different matter.

Looking at the payment notification on his phone, Ma Ge smiled at her and said, "Alright, go back and wait for the news."

Xu Xiaoyan nodded, said thank you, and turned to leave.

As she reached the door, she suddenly remembered something and turned back.

"Brother Ma," she asked, "have you found me particularly annoying these past six months?"

Brother Ma paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"It's so annoying," he said. "I have to go there several times a month, it's like going to work."

He paused, his smile softening slightly. "But I like your drive. Once you've set your mind on something, you stick to it to the end. People like that are the ones who live the longest."

Xu Xiaoyan paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Ma."

She slowly walked back to the car, stared at the successful transfer notification on her phone screen, and remained stunned for several seconds.

Account balance: 6310.87.

This is the amount left after deducting the deposit. In a few days, once the bow and arrow are made, she will have to pay another 2650 points, leaving her with only a little over 3000 points.

The liquor from the underground city sells for 300 to 500 yuan a bottle through official channels, depending on the brand.

The liquor that Xu Xiaoyan took out from her space to sell was a well-known high-end liquor, and the packaging was intact. She sold the two cases of liquor separately.

She listed the first batch on her official website, which has a second-hand trading section specifically for people to sell their unwanted items.

She took photos, wrote a description, and marked it "Highest bidder wins, auction ends in three days".

The photo was taken with great care; the lighting was perfect, the angle was just right, and the wine bottle looked like a work of art.

The description was also very honest: it was left by an elderly family member; the person doesn't drink alcohol and is reluctantly selling it.

Over three days, the page views exceeded 1,000, and there were 20 to 30 bids. In the end, the three bottles of wine were sold for 580, 580, and 590 respectively.

The person who bought it messaged me asking if she had any left, and she said no, only these three bottles.

For the second batch, she used a black market website, listing two bottles of wine with a starting price of 620 yuan.

On the same day, someone asked, but she insisted that there were only two bottles available, and that it was take it or leave it. In the end, both buyers paid readily, one for 620 and the other for 625.

People in the black market don't ask where the goods come from. As long as the goods are good and the price is right, they'll transfer the money directly without saying a word.

The third batch she sold to regular customers at the night market. Over the past six months, she had met many people while running a stall at that small night market.

There are older women who come to buy snacks every day, older men who chat occasionally, and young mothers who bring their children to shop.

After observing for a long time, she finally identified three suitable candidates, all of whom seemed reliable, discreet, and unlikely to speak carelessly.

One evening, as she was packing up her stall, she quietly pulled one of them aside and whispered, "Sister, I've got something good, want it?"

The woman paused for a moment, then her eyes lit up.

And so, four bottles of wine, each worth 600 points, were sold that very night.

The three of them didn't ask any questions, transferred the money directly, and left with the wine, as if afraid she would change her mind.

In total, the official website charges 1,740 for three bottles, 1,245 for two bottles on the black market, and 2,400 for four bottles at the night market, for a total of 5,385.

Adding what she had saved up from setting up a stall over the past six months, as well as what she had left over from before, she now had around nine thousand points.

After selling this batch of wine, she didn't look for other avenues, not because she didn't want to, but because she genuinely didn't have the energy.

Practicing self-defense takes time, setting up a stall takes time, getting close to the robotics company takes time, and if there's another line of work to do, she's afraid she won't be able to manage it all.

If anything goes wrong and someone gets watching, it would be a huge loss.

So she stopped and settled down to selling her snacks, practicing her self-defense, and accumulating her points.

But now that the bow and arrow issue is resolved, she has the energy to think about other things.

Three days ago, the dungeon suddenly announced that a new type of battery storage box had been officially launched.

It is said that this is a newly developed energy storage box by a research institution in the underground city, which can power a tram to run continuously for about a month.

The news caused an uproar online.

Many people are wondering why there are charging stations everywhere in the underground city—in parking lots, on the roadside, and at the entrances of shopping malls.

If your electric scooter runs out of power, you can just find a parking lot to charge it. Why buy this kind of rechargeable battery? It's expensive, takes up a lot of space, and you have to carry it home to charge it yourself. What's the point?

The discussion on the forum was quite lively.

Some people call this an "IQ tax," specifically designed to fleece those who have too much money to spend.

Some people say this is a "rich person's toy," bought to show off.

Some people say this is a "new trick by the government to fleece consumers," releasing a message first to make people rush to buy, and then lowering the price after a while.

There are all sorts of opinions, but most people are not optimistic about it.

After reading the message, Xu Xiaoyan was thinking about something else entirely.

She recalled the power outage three months ago.

That night, she was setting up a stall at the small night market in the East District when suddenly the whole street went dark. It wasn't just a simple power outage; the entire area went black.

The lights went out, the charging stations stopped working, and the cell phone signal was cut off. It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything.

The crowd was in chaos; some were shouting, some were crying, and some were even taking advantage of the confusion to loot.

She hid under the stall, covering her head, listening to the chaos outside, squatting there for over an hour.

Later, the power came back on, and order was restored, as if nothing had happened.

But she could never forget that feeling, the feeling of being trapped in the dark, not knowing what would happen.

She felt that the higher-ups' announcement of this news at this time was not without reason.

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