On June 2 of Year Two of the Doomsday Calendar, the wheels of history rumbled onward, ultimately leaving behind a richly colored stroke.
"Buy! Buy! Buy!"
"These are discounted prices right now. Settle on them first, or they'll definitely go up once more people arrive!"
"They can even deliver. What's there to fear? Maybe we can hitch a ride home together."
"Clothes! We have to buy lots of new clothes to take back. Many people are still wearing the same clothes they had when they crossed over to the wasteland, and they're practically worn into rags!"
"Exactly. We should buy more medicine too. Otherwise, having to tough out every fever and cold will be unbearable."
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Confronted with all kinds of goods from Tian Yuan Territory priced far below the market average,
the people from Red Flower Gang, Black Shark Gang, Divine Might Territory, and Fire Phoenix Valley instantly transformed into locusts, almost buying themselves crazy.
Although the prices, often reaching millions of copper coins, sounded astonishing, once those copper coins were converted into the New Continent's hard currency—gold—their actual value was entirely acceptable.
Take one hundred thousand quilts, for example. The price was only eight hundred kilograms of gold.
For Red Flower Gang, which had fortunately discovered a small Gold Mine, that expense was practically negligible and would have almost no substantial impact on the operation of their territory.
Of course, directly purchasing these varied finished products instead of producing them themselves would undoubtedly be a tremendous blow to the developing industrial chains within their territory.
These cheap foreign goods would quickly flood the market, satisfy domestic demand at low prices, and leave the relevant industries within their territory completely unable to compete.
But then again, given Red Flower Gang's capabilities, how long would it take them to produce