I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

Xing pulled his hand back, shouldered the bat again, and looked completely at ease.

"Didn't you see I couldn't even remember my own name? I just remembered it."

What does this mean? It means my memory loss is real, not something I'm faking.

"Then why do you still remember terms like galgame, sexual compensation, and cheat codes?"

Xing tilted her head and thought for a moment, then answered with a serious expression:

"Maybe it's because these things are important to me!"

"Is what's important to you just a visual novel cheat code and sexual favors?"

"And baseball."

Xing took the bat off his shoulder, twirled it in his hand with a smooth motion, and then carried it back.

She turned to look at the little girl who was still shivering in March 7's arms.

He looked her up and down, then pursed his lips.

"She's really worthless. She cries too much."

Even if I did sell her, the buyer would return her.

The little girl's crying, which had almost stopped, was startled back by her words.

She clutched at the sleeve of March 7th, her voice trembling, and asked:

"Why is she still thinking about selling me?"

March 7th took a deep breath, turned to stare at the stars, and squeezed out the words through clenched teeth:

"Can you please stop scaring her?"

"I didn't scare her."

Xing's expression is very innocent?

"I am stating the facts."

She just said she's worthless; I was just agreeing with her self-assessment.

What kind of scare is this?

"That's called intimidation! Don't you understand what intimidation is?!"

Xing thought for a moment, then gave the little girl what she thought was a very kind smile:

"Don't worry, I won't sell to you. I just calculated it, and it's not worth it."

The little girl looked at her smile, then at the gleaming baseball bat on her shoulder.

Then look at that smile, and she's crying even louder.

March 7th frantically continued to soothe the situation, while simultaneously sending frantic distress signals to Xiye with his eyes.

Qi Ye rubbed her temples, feeling like her blood pressure had been on a rollercoaster ride all day.

He stepped forward, reached out and pulled Xing a couple of steps to the side, lowering his voice:

"Please, just say less. I'll sell you that light cone when you have the money?"

Xing blinked: "No, that won't do. I want it now."

Qi Ye opened her mouth, then gave up.

An amnesiac girl with clearer logic than him, a time traveler.

He doesn't deserve to argue with someone like that.

"...Okay. So how do you plan to pay me back?"

Xing tilted her head and thought seriously for about two seconds.

"Rob."

"What are you robbing?"

"Robbery."

Xing uttered two short words, then turned and walked away.

Qi Ye stood there stunned for a second, then immediately took a step and chased after him.

"Wait a minute! Where are you going to rob? Who are you going to rob?"

"Those who ran away must have left behind a lot of things!"

Xing didn't even turn his head, walking forward while casually pointing with his baseball bat at the open cabin doors on both sides of the corridor.

The doors to several offices were wide open.

Overturned file racks and shattered coffee cups were scattered haphazardly on the floor.

It goes without saying that when the antimatter legion launches a surprise attack...

The people here were only concerned with escaping for their lives, and they didn't take anything with them.

"The people have all fled, but all the good stuff has been left behind."

Xing crouched down, picked up a pen from the ground, unscrewed the cap, glanced at it, and stuffed it directly into his pocket.

"This stuff is good; it can be sold for money."

She took two more steps forward and picked up a solar-powered calculator from the overturned desk.

I shone the light above my head to make sure it wasn't broken, and then casually put it in my pocket.

As Qi Ye watched her smooth and effortless movements, his mind raced.

It seems there's really nothing wrong with that; the evacuation of the space station was extremely rushed, and they didn't have time to take any valuables with them.

These little odds and ends may be worthless elsewhere, but they can be very useful in the system's transactions.

As long as the transaction is voluntary and the price is reasonable, the portion of the credit points that is insufficient can be offset by physical goods.

The system only prohibits giving things away and selling them at low prices, but it doesn't say that bartering is prohibited.

Once he understood this, Qi Ye's eyes lit up instantly.

"Let me see that calculator."

Qi Ye immediately moved closer to Xing, his eyes filled with business opportunities.

Xing obediently took out the antique calculator he had just put inside and handed it to him.

Qi Ye examined the machine thoroughly; it was almost completely old.

I'd give it a rough estimate; it should still be worth a few hundred credits on the market.

A sly smile crept across his lips as he slipped the calculator into his pocket without a word.

I don't know why there are so many antique items here, but they must be worth some money!

Xing looked up at him.

"That'smine."

"What do you mean 'yours' and 'mine'? We're on the same side now."

"You're in charge of the looting, and I'll be in charge of inspecting and valuing the goods. We'll split the profits 50/50."

Xing tilted her head, looking completely bewildered.

"Partners?"

"That's right, to put it more professionally, this is called a temporary strategic alliance."

Qiye stretched out a hand and offered it to Xing.

"Come on, let's high-five to seal the deal."

Xing looked at his outstretched palm, then at his serious face.

She then raised her hand and gave him a light high five.

The two locked eyes and simultaneously exchanged knowing, mischievous smiles.

The two of them had the exact same upward curve of their lips, their synchronization was off the charts.

At the other end of the corridor, March 7th was squatting on the ground, gently patting the little girl's back and soothing her softly.

"Okay, okay, don't cry. That girl with the baseball bat is just mean-spirited, she won't really sell you off."

"Look, she's already gone far away, it's all over."

After comforting the little girl, March 7th looked up, ready to glare at Xing and make her come over and apologize.

But when I looked up, the entire corridor was empty, without a single person in sight.

Xing disappeared, and even Qiye, who had just been following behind, vanished as well.

The gentle smile on March 7th's face froze instantly.

She turned to look at Danheng, who was standing against the wall.

Dan Heng remained expressionless, raised his chin, and pointed to a cabin deep in the corridor.

On March 7th, she simply handed the little girl in her arms to Danheng to hold.

She stood up and walked quickly toward the cabin.

Chapter 10 The Unscrupulous Merchant

As soon as he reached the door and looked inside, March 7th froze on the spot.

At this moment, Xing was lying face down under the desk, with most of his body tucked under the desk.

Only two thin legs and a pair of shoes were visible outside as she frantically rummaged through things.

She took one out and casually tossed it onto the ground behind her.

First came a stapler, then two rolls of tape, a brand new box of pens, and half a pack of compressed biscuits.

Qi Ye sat cross-legged on the ground not far away, surrounded by a pile of miscellaneous items he had plundered.

He was carefully inspecting the goods one by one, estimating their value, and calculating the costs.

He held the antique calculator he had just picked up in his left hand, a fountain pen in his right, and a leather notebook spread out on his lap.

He kept muttering to himself, calculating meticulously.

"Calculator, 90% used, market price 300 credits. Fountain pen, generic brand, worth 20."

"The leather notebook is brand new and unused, 150 yuan. The compressed biscuits are within their expiration date, 50 yuan."

Xing finally crawled out from under the table, her head covered in a small clump of dust, looking a bit disheveled.

But her face was filled with great satisfaction, overflowing with a sense of accomplishment.

She placed the stapler in her hand in front of Qiye.

"And this too."

Qi Ye picked up the stapler, glanced at it, and casually quoted a price.

"The stapler still has more than half a box of staples left, worth eighty yuan on the market."

"I've accepted it."

Xing then pulled out a bunch of small items from his pocket one after another.

Three colors of sticky notes, two small pairs of scissors, and a mini desk lamp were neatly arranged on the floor.

She was like a little hamster that had emptied a granary, lining up her spoils and eagerly waiting for them to be appraised.

Qi Ye quickly scanned all the items in front of her and swiftly calculated the total price.

"The total comes to about 1,200. With the depreciation factor of half, I'll give you 600."

Xing immediately became unhappy and frowned.

Why should we get a discount?

"Secondhand items will depreciate; this is basic common sense."