Chapter 315: Someone’s Lying In Wait Outside The Service Area
Looking at the service area gradually coming into view ahead, Fried Potato with Oxalis gripped the steering wheel tighter without realizing it.
Entering the service area, parking, amid a harsh clanging sound, she unloaded the scrap.
Scrap Yard Snow Ferret Boss, that clean outfit was not on the same level as the wasteland style outside.
He looked at the pile of scrap on the ground, brought up the Scrap Yard light screen, collected all the useful ones, leaving a pile of several dozen pounds—either too rusted or with too many impurities, poor quality steel.
“Even if the price is cheap, you won’t take it?” Fried Potato with Oxalis looked at the scattered scrap on the ground, heartbroken over the effort she had put in over the past two days.
These couldn’t be accepted, and she even had to take them away and throw them out herself.
Snow Ferret Boss nodded reservedly, “It doesn’t meet the recycling standard, so we can’t take it. We have principles in our work!”
Fried Potato with Oxalis and her teammates exchanged glances, then resigned themselves—players who caused trouble in the service area never had a good end.
“The self-service exchange machine is right there.”
Snow Ferret Boss pointed, sat back in front of his small house with the green turf roof, picked up the purple clay teapot, with an expression that said hurry up and exchange, exchange and leave quickly, don’t disturb my work slacking off.
Players were long used to the service area NPCs’ attitudes, and at this moment all their attention was on the exchange machine.
We’re rich!
Fried Potato with Oxalis thought excitedly. The scrap was collected cooperatively with her teammates, but the excavator was her vehicle, and she had the most scrap after dividing it—800 pounds minus the 62 pounds the Scrap Yard wouldn’t take, leaving over 700 pounds.
Seeing the list of exchangeable supplies, everyone present jumped with joy.
Worth it! Two days of effort was totally worth it. With these things, the road ahead would be much easier for them.
It had been over 2 hours since Fried Potato with Oxalis had said on the public screen that she would share information.
On the public screen, a group of players waiting impatiently were all sending messages asking.
Drunk Fluttering Moth: [Friend up ahead, have you reached the service area? How’s the situation?]
Lone Wolf 2009: [Don’t rush, if he just picked up 200 pounds today, and there’s still about 200km ahead, it couldn’t be this fast.]
Speed and Excitement: [200km at normal speed, 2.5 hours is about right. If you’re out of gas, I can chip in 2L, as long as you share the info.]
Ice Cream Assassin: [I can also chip in 2L.]
Long Hair to the Kidney: [Damn! So many people willing to chip in gasoline, for real? Is it still not too late for me to head out now?]
Fried Potato with Oxalis: [Coming coming, just moving scrap. This mission’s exchange ratio is really good. 2 pounds of iron = 1 Protein Block/Compressed Biscuit, 5 pounds = 1 Mineral Water, 10 pounds = 1L Gasoline, but 10L minimum for gas. Self-heating Rice, Hot Pot, even Snail Noodles, Food Exchange Card all exchangeable.
1 steel’s exchange ratio doubles, seems like there are randomly refreshing rare resources too, gotta be lucky to get them. We just got 2 Universal Bandages, but they’re a bit expensive, 50 pounds of scrap steel for 1. Should’ve hoarded one more day of scrap before coming. Thanks Big Shot.]
Aladdin Nerve: [So many things, way better than those ridiculous-priced vending machines on the road. Might not even get a bottle of water after fighting two monsters.]
Protein Block Immortal: [Yay, 200 pounds of iron means 100 Protein Blocks!!!]
Dynamic Cake Person: [??? You only saw the 100 Protein Blocks?]
What a Sin: [Damn, I just sold 100 pounds of hard-picked scrap yesterday for one Canned Food, one pack of Instant Noodles, two bottles of water. I’m done, can I return the stuff and get my scrap back?]
9687: [It’s that merchant caravan group who started it. They already had tons of supplies, but still do this, buying others’ hard-picked scrap at super low prices, then exchanging for ten times the supplies. Too unethical!]
Wilderness Racing: [Exactly, making a bit in the middle is normal, but this is too ruthless? If you have a conscience, reprice it. Is it easy for us enduring 40 degrees high temperature?]
Don’t Abandon: [Several dozen pounds of scrap, even if not selling, isn’t enough for the service area entry threshold. A couple days ago you weren’t saying that, mocking people collecting scrap that they’d lose their underwear by the end.]
Distant Mountain Mist: [I really regret it, believed that group’s analysis and doubt a couple days ago, only picked over 20 pounds. Who knew you could exchange for so many supplies. Can those troublemakers, the ones stirring things up, compensate everyone? Can’t go out picking scrap in this crappy weather today.]
Evening Rain: [If everyone can’t enter the service area, that scrap is just scrap, smashing it in your hands is truly wasted effort. How about this, sell to me, I’ll take as much as you have.]
Sicily: [I’ll take too, at 10% above previous prices.]
Quanda Zhen Guanxi: [Where’s your doubt? Where’s your sarcasm?]
Stinky Tofu Stall Owner: [Before it was you few stirring things up, saying real supply routes wouldn’t be shared, that it’s a scam. I think you’re the scam, just to harvest others’ hard-picked scrap now. I’m willing to sell to Big Shot, won’t sell to you.]
Taro Boba: [Even adding 10%, treating people like idiots.]
Ye Wuyou: [You all so sure that this Fried Potato with Oxalis isn’t someone’s shill?]
At this moment, players with scrap in hand were ecstatic, those who sold early or never went picking were regretting in their vehicles, and some echoed Ye Wuyou.
Public screen was a mess, outside the weather was hot, air filled with pungent smells.
Staying in the vehicle was okay, but going out for less than half an hour would prompt health value decrease. Some who didn’t pick scrap a couple days ago were unwilling, stubbornly went down to try, didn’t get scrap but lost half their life first.
Wearing a sealed protective mask blocks the air pollution dust, but what about the high temperature weather?
Afternoon was the hottest time, wearing that equipment out was suicide.
As for nighttime, even second echelon combat power players didn’t dare leave the road casually.
Those players with scrap whose weight was far too low had no choice, could only regret while selling.
Yu Jiang was also buying. She had coordinated with the merchant caravan, offering prices about the same, 40% of the service area exchange ratio.
But the supplies she and the merchant caravan offered for exchange were a bit different.
Yu Jiang offered medicine made from player-plantable medicinal herbs, while the merchant caravan mainly had water, food, energy.
Their prices were already the market highest. With the comparison, Sicily and Evening Rain couldn’t buy any.
Not many players selling scrap at this point. Teams with teammates directly pooled 200 pounds internally.
Players without trusted teammates, worried about getting nothing and others running off with supplies after exchanging, would choose to sell.
That afternoon, Yu Jiang with air conditioning collected over 300 pounds of scrap.
She planned to go to the service area tomorrow morning, could still pick a bit more tonight. She had just private chatted Fried Potato with Oxalis, learned the service area had randomly refreshing good stuff, and Raccoon Supermarket Tickets.
It was now 4:50 PM.
Fried Potato with Oxalis sent another message: [Be careful selling scrap at the service area, seems like people guarding outside. We’re preparing to leave, luckily didn’t drop guard, sent someone out to scout first, saw a vehicle stopped dozens of meters ahead. No vehicle in sight now, but not sure if they’ve left.]
