Gourmet City: Ultimate Custom Build

Su Mu did not keep playing. After all, once Tang Buddha's name was written down, it would inevitably draw his attention, even if only for a single glance.

As he ventured deeper, he arrived at an old market.

Su Mu lowered his head and looked at a rather compact wooden cart. It seemed this was probably the cheapest place to find one.

"Boss, how much is this? I'll buy it," Su Mu said.

Without even looking at him, the owner tapped on the doorframe and said, "Twenty Gold Soul Coins. Fair price for all, young and old alike. If you want it, put down twenty Gold Soul Coins."

"Damn, are you trying to make a fool out of me?"

"Boss, what are you trying to pull? This piece of junk isn't even worth one Silver Soul Coin, and you're asking me for twenty?"

"Do I look like an idiot, or do you think I'm stupid with money to burn?" Su Mu asked, pointing at the tip of his nose.

Seeing this, the old market owner turned his head away as well.

He had thought he had run into some foolish young master from a wealthy family. Who would have thought the other party was just an ordinary brat?

"What rotten luck. What a waste of my time. Get lost, get lost, get lost! If you don't have money, what are you doing here to buy anything?"

As the owner began chasing him away, Su Mu slowly backed out.

That owner was unbelievable. He was selling his rundown shack as if it were an antique shop.

As soon as Su Mu appeared, the surrounding owners crowded around him, pointing at their own flatbed wooden carts. "Kid, come take a look at mine. Mine isn't expensive, only three Gold Soul Coins."

Su Mu glanced at the ordinary snack cart converted from a carriage. It would take too much work. Not recommended.

What he wanted was something with a higher platform, larger wheels, and convenient workstations.

"Little brother, what are you buying a cart for? I've got every kind of cart here."

Just as everyone was competing for his attention, a striking figure appeared.

The middle-aged woman exuded a mature charm from head to toe.

Two milky-white pearls hung from her earlobes, swaying slightly as she walked.

Su Mu's gaze was drawn to her. He looked around for a moment before finally pointing at a sausage vendor uncle nearby.

"I want one like his, a little stall that can hold a fryer and a griddle," he said.

The woman flicked open her folding fan and covered her lips with it. "That's easy. For one Gold Soul Coin, I'll set you up with everything.

"Pots, a teppanyaki grill, and even space reserved for charcoal skewers. What do you think?"

Su Mu fell silent after hearing that.

One Gold Soul Coin was enough to cover a family's normal expenses for a month.

Even in the era of Douluo Two, it was about the same. The value of Gold Soul Coins had never depreciated.

Su Mu looked at the sausage vendor's cart and could not help calculating inwardly.

A carriage that fit his build nearly perfectly would cost at least four Silver Soul Coins.

He had only come to places like these to try his luck, hoping to find a bargain and spend a little less.

But after searching around, he had found nothing, so he gave up on that idea.

Although the person in front of him looked younger than the other owners, she was willing to assemble it for him.

A fryer, frying station, teppanyaki grill, and small barbecue stove would probably cost two Silver Soul Coins for the full set.

Four plus two made six. She would earn four Silver Soul Coins, and this deal definitely would not be a loss for them.

Su Mu silently weighed the pros and cons before finally agreeing. "Alright, I'll buy it. One Gold Soul Coin."

Hearing that she had closed another deal, the owner smiled, placed an arm over Su Mu's shoulders, and pulled him into her embrace.

"Such an obedient little brother. Big sister guarantees you'll be satisfied this time. Come, follow me."

With that, she led the way toward a fairly large plaza.

Su Mu carefully inspected the surroundings, but there was no trace of any carts.

Aside from steel bars, lumber, and miscellaneous scattered materials lying everywhere, the factory did not even have a single extra product.

Seeing this, Su Mu began to wonder whether he had been targeted and was about to be robbed.

Before he could react, the owner who had walked in with him bent down and said to him:

"Remember this. This is the largest customization factory in all of Heaven Dou City. If you ever need anything modified in the future, come to us. We guarantee you'll be satisfied."

"I'm the owner, Fei'er. Just call me Sister Fei'er."

"Everyone, get moving! Bring out a mobile vendor cart, model 1542GB, and add a bicycle pedal section to the front for this little guy."

"He's still young. He can't carry heavy things on his shoulders, or he won't grow tall later."

Fei'er hooked a finger against Su Mu's cheek, and her crimson manicure made him itch.

Meanwhile, the workers who received the signal sprang up like carp leaping from the water, tigers pouncing on prey, and crows riding airplanes.

Steel plates and lumber flew through their hands at incredible speed.

As hammers swung, sparks scattered everywhere. In just fifteen minutes, a brand-new barbecue mobile stall cart that had never touched the road was built.

Su Mu reached out and touched the metallic pedals. He could not help stepping on them, and the entire mechanism moved as smoothly as flowing water.

The veteran craftsman beside him looked at Su Mu and reminded him, "We've reserved space on this cart for a motorcycle Soul Power drive system. If you have money later, you can come here and buy an engine."

"For ten Silver Coins, you can change this into an automatic system."

Wearing a beret, the veteran craftsman pointed at the spot below where the bicycle chain was installed.

"As long as you save up enough money, you can modify it into Soul-powered mode next time, so you'll never have to pedal again."

After paying and leaving the customization factory, Su Mu wandered through the alleys of Heaven Dou City and arrived at a food-stall area outside the city.

This area was outside Heaven Dou City, where Soul Masters and soldiers usually would not come to drive people away.

It had also become the birthplace of the Innate Food World, where no one drove them away and no one paid them any attention.

Moreover, the crowds entering and leaving would stop here to eat. It was practically the perfect place to make money.

Seeing this, Su Mu took advantage of the fact that it was now the hottest part of noon, when there were the fewest people, and set up his stall.

The signboard, road signs, colorful lights, and lightbox were all in place.

He pressed the switches twice more, watched the light strips change color, and could not help giving them a thumbs-up.

He had not expected the service for one Gold Soul Coin to be so thorough. They had even added this little canopy to shield him from wind and rain.

Then Su Mu placed both hands on the workstation.

"System, I meet the requirements now, right?"

"It's a little after ten in the morning. It's business hours. Whoever comes, it's business hours—unless you're a Super Black Mamba nineteen thousand kilometers away who doesn't want to get down and pick cotton."

"Hurry up and summon employees for me!"