Next, everyone brought out their most prized possessions to bid.
A "divine weapon" like this could greatly improve their chances of surviving in the wilderness.
No matter how many supplies they had, they were worthless if they couldn't stay alive.
If they died out there, everything would come to nothing.
In this apocalypse, individual power ruled. Only by being strong enough themselves could they carve out a place in the world.
The auction process was just a little chaotic.
Without a unified unit of measurement, and with every survivor offering different items with different values, it was hard to judge.
Which was worth more, a bar of soap or a jar of Vaseline?
Which was worth more, a box of condoms or a box of Yuting?
Which was worth more, a sausage or an electric husband?
Uh... obviously the sausage. After all, you could eat it after using it.
In the end,
with the deputy captain presiding, this auction came to a very chaotic close.
Lu Renyi traded a large, four-jin pack of Compressed Biscuits for the [Flint Longsword]. He was very satisfied, because with this sword, he could clear out that cellar overflowing with riches tomorrow.
Then, never mind a big pack of Compressed Biscuits-even a case of canned food would be just the tip of the iceberg.
Old Seven traded his treasured Satellite Phone for the [Flint Broadsword] he had his eye on.
The other [Flint Rapier] sold for five cans of luncheon meat.
Everyone who failed to win a bid sighed.
The deputy captain's lips curled into the smile of a seasoned capitalist.
"Little Zhao, go get three more swords from the warehouse."
The eyes of those who hadn't bought one lit up.
"Wait, what?"
The three who had just bought swords suddenly felt something wasn't quite