Panic Was the Best Tool for Reaping Profits!

[Mo Yu]: I'm here, cousin. What can I do for you? Just say the word, and I'll brave any danger without hesitation.

[Never Checks the Fuel Gauge]: In a little while, I'll post a message in the Regional Chat Channel saying I'm seriously short on the special materials needed to make bandages. That means I won't be able to make many over the next few days, let alone list them in bulk like I did today.

Seeing those two sentences, Mo Yu on the other end clearly froze for a moment, then sent back a question mark.

Su Ye ignored it and continued messaging.

[Never Checks the Fuel Gauge]: Once that news gets out, it's bound to cause panic, and bandage prices will skyrocket.

[Never Checks the Fuel Gauge]: Then you'll take my stock, privately message people who urgently need bandages, and sell to them.

[Never Checks the Fuel Gauge]: Negotiate the prices yourself. I'll give you ten percent of the profits. How does that sound?

Silence.

The private chat stayed silent for more than ten seconds.

Clearly, Mo Yu had been stunned by Su Ye's methods.

He had thought the big shot was a good man who cared about everyone in the region. He had never expected him to play so dirty.

But on second thought, how could the man have become a big shot without a few tricks up his sleeve?

[Mo Yu]: Cousin... a-are you serious? You still have stock?

He knew just how popular the Simple Bandages were. If Su Ye hadn't given him quite a few earlier, he would have had to scramble to buy some himself.

[Never Checks the Fuel Gauge]: Of course I'm serious. Just tell me: are you in or not?

[Mo Yu]: I'm in!

This time, Mo Yu's reply was unequivocal. His excitement practically radiated through the screen.

[Mo Yu]: It's a privilege to work for you, cousin. Even if you don't give me a cut, I'll do it as long as you look out for me a little more in the future.

Mo Yu was a smart man.

He knew very well that although a ten-percent cut was tempting, the truly priceless prize was securing the backing of Su Ye, currently the most powerful player in the entire region.

Once he became the man's trusted aide, would he still have to worry about surviving on this Survival Road?

[Never Checks the Fuel Gauge]: If I give you a cut, take it. Those are separate matters. I never shortchange people who work for me. After all, I might need your help again in the future.

Su Ye didn't believe in loyalty, especially from someone he had never even met. Binding their interests together was far more reliable.

[Mo Yu]: Hahaha, I'd love for you to give me more opportunities like this, cousin. Don't worry. I'll handle this perfectly. Not even my own mother will know the stock came from you.

[Never Checks the Fuel Gauge]: Good. I'll send you a thousand bandages first. Once I post the message about the material shortage, start finding buyers and negotiating prices.

With that, Su Ye sent him a thousand Simple Bandages through a private trade.

Naturally, he hadn't sent all twenty thousand because he wanted a safeguard against Mo Yu being tempted by the wealth and running off with the stock.

Mo Yu's heart pounded as he stared at the thousand gleaming bandages in the trade window, but he also understood why the big shot was supplying them in batches.

He wasn't the least bit unhappy. Being given this chance to act as the man's agent was already a stroke of good fortune.

[Mo Yu]: Don't worry, cousin. I'll get it done!

Su Ye nodded in satisfaction, then turned to the chat channel.

[Never Checks the Fuel Gauge]: Everyone, because materials are running short, I won't be able to make many Simple Bandages over the next few days. But don't worry. As soon as I have enough materials, I'll make them right away and do my best to make sure everyone has bandages to use.

The moment that message appeared, the chat channel erupted.

"What? There won't be any more bandages? You've got to be kidding, boss! A Mutant Hyena outside just bit clean through my calf. I'm trying to scrape together enough supplies to buy your bandages and save my life!"

"Then what are we supposed to do if we get hurt? This is the Survival Road. Without medical supplies, even an infection in a tiny cut could kill us."

"Exactly! You make it sound so easy, boss. A few days might not seem like much, but in this hellhole, even a day's delay could cost us our lives. You can't just abandon us!"

"Damn it, why didn't I grab any bandages earlier? I saw so many listed, but I hesitated for a moment and they were all gone. What am I supposed to do now?"

"Buying Simple Bandages at a high price! Anyone with stock, I'll trade double... no, triple the supplies. As long as they can save my life, anything's negotiable!"

Panic spread through the chat channel like a plague.

Su Ye watched the messages flood across his screen with a smile. This was exactly the effect he wanted.

In this damned Road Survival Game, kindness was the cheapest consumable, while panic was the best tool for reaping profits.

Besides, he was fleecing the Fivefold Race, so Su Ye felt no guilt whatsoever.

Just as the panic in the channel was about to reach its peak, an ID appeared at precisely the right moment.

[Mo Yu]: I managed to grab some extra bandages. Anyone interested can message me privately. Limited stock, first come, first served.

Su Ye smiled in satisfaction when he saw that message.

Mo Yu wasn't stupid. Rather than approaching customers one by one to pitch his wares, he had put out bait and let those desperate to save their lives come to him.

In an atmosphere of such extreme panic, anyone who approached him would be strongly inclined to buy, and their willingness to stomach high prices would increase as well.

Time ticked by.

After only about ten minutes, the private chat window began flashing.

[Mo Yu]: Cousin, all one thousand bandages are sold.

[Mo Yu]: These people have gone completely mad. The average sale price reached 14 units of fuel. That's 14,000 units of fuel in total. I'll send it over right away.

A sharp gleam flashed through Su Ye's eyes as he watched Mo Yu send the enormous quantity of fuel directly through the trade window.

Fourteen thousand units of fuel.

On the third day of the beginner period, that was an absolute fortune, enough to drive any player wild.

Su Ye didn't care whether Mo Yu had skimmed anything off the top. The average price he had achieved already far exceeded Su Ye's expectations.

[Never Checks the Fuel Gauge]: Good work. Here's 1,400 units of fuel as your commission.

Without another word, Su Ye transferred the promised ten-percent share of the profits.

The other end fell silent for a few seconds before a message arrived.

[Mo Yu]: Cousin, could I leave the fuel with you?

[Mo Yu]: I honestly don't know how to carry this much fuel. There's only so much room in my vehicle.

Su Ye paused briefly.

He had forgotten about that.

At this stage, most players barely had any basic survival supplies, let alone spatial equipment like a Storage Ring.

Even if Mo Yu had been lucky enough to get a spatial item from a chest, its limited capacity wouldn't hold much.

[Never Checks the Fuel Gauge]: No problem. Leave it with me for now. Just let me know whenever you need it.

Keeping the fuel with him was effectively binding Mo Yu firmly to his side.