Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, mid-August had become early September. An autumn chill had quietly settled over the streets of Dawn City.
As the weather turned colder, many fashion-conscious residents had already traded their cool short sleeves for cotton hoodies or leather jackets, partly because they were practical and partly because they were cheap.
Cotton and leather were probably the commodities whose prices had fallen the hardest in the game recently.
The products of the Baiyue Province were abundant beyond imagination, while Golden Gallon Port's massive labor force turned them into cheap, high-quality finished goods.
Take belts, for example. The cheapest ones cost only 100 gallons, and they were genuine leather too. At most, the mutant species they came from were a little unusual.
After tariffs, logistics, and other costs were deducted, they came to only eleven, twelve, or thirteen silver coins. For Dawn City's middle-class residents, that was no more than an hour's work.
Of course, Golden Gallon Port's residents were not getting the short end of the stick either. Many of them had not even had clothes to wear before, but now bicycles sped down the streets like the wind.
For those wealthier residents of Dawn City, clothing choices had become even more diverse.
At some point, Teng Teng's Cottage display window had become a benchmark for the fashion world. Its influence had even spread to Utopia City and the families of Villant soldiers.
Perhaps it was wastelanders unconsciously imitating the aesthetic preferences of Vault residents, or perhaps it was humanity's innate pursuit of "mystery," but more and more black stockings had begun appearing on the streets, along with clothes that clearly did not fit the era.
Some of those outfits were genuinely eye-catching, but plenty were so outrageous they were