"Do as you please, just make your move as soon as possible!"
Chapter 89
500 skinning knives, 5 copper coins each, can you sell them quickly?
The sentence lingered in Lu Xiaofang's mind. He dissected it word by word, read it repeatedly, and tried to understand it deeply, but in the end... he still couldn't fathom the mysterious big shot's meaning.
Is it really just the literal meaning?
She wouldn't sell it and then die right after, would she?
No way, no way...
As the saying goes, is it overkill to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?
If the big shot wanted her dead, he could do it with a flick of his finger.
Lu Xiaofang dared not ask any more questions, fearing that she might find out something she shouldn't know and extinguish her last hope.
But she was also uneasy about selling it like that, always afraid that she had misunderstood the meaning and that one wrong step would lead to eternal regret.
This is so difficult!
Lu Xiaofang suddenly realized what it meant to serve a ruler as if serving a tiger.
Don't give up!
Lu Xiaofang thought of his poor younger sister and cheered himself up.
She stared at the chat history on her personal terminal, reading it over and over again, but couldn't discern any deeper meaning... Wait, Lu Xiaofang suddenly realized something again.
"It must be for dissemination..." Lu Xiaofang gasped, muttering to himself, "These knives are of such high quality and priced so low, they'll definitely sell well... The big boss wouldn't just sell 500 skinning knives; he wants to spread the word, to let what's hidden in these knives spread throughout the city!"
Lu Xiaofang was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.
She looked at the skinning knife in the Peddler's Box, her feelings were very complicated.
They are dangerous...
And the price is low...
Lu Xiaofang would never dare to raise the price; the big boss said she would only sell for 5 copper coins.
At such a low price, if it were listed on an exchange, it would be snapped up immediately.
What exactly is hidden inside the knife?
Thinking of the big boss's abilities, Lu Xiaofang dared not underestimate them. Countless terrifying images flashed through her mind, such as highly contaminated viruses, the kind of terrifying thing that spreads from one person to five hundred, from five hundred to ten thousand, and from ten thousand to five million.
The big boss is going to destroy this Tianfu Holy City!
Lu Xiaofang staggered and leaned against the city wall, sitting in the shadows.
Her face was pale, and there was no color in her lips. She looked as if her soul had been ripped out, and she helplessly hugged her knees.
what to do?
If they don't sell, both she and the Xiaochu will die.
If it's sold, the entire Holy City will suffer.
It means immediate death.
Or should we wait until the virus spreads before we die?
Lu Xiaofang was plunged into deep sorrow.
She wasn't exactly a saint; she hated the class-based rule of the Holy City and resented the oppressive lower district even more. But... this was where she grew up. Here, there was also the kind auntie at the bakery, the fat uncle at the tool shop, Er Suzi at the armor shop, and many other lower district residents like her and Xiaochu, struggling to survive—some bad, but not so bad.
Lu Xiaofang looked at the Peddler's Box next to him as if it were a ticking time bomb.
She wasn't that brave...
She never imagined she would face such a choice...
" Xiaofang, we can only sleep soundly if we live honestly and upright lives."
Lu Xiaofang recalled Lu Xiaochu's words. She used to think Lu Xiaochu was naive and always let her words go in one ear and out the other. She would agree readily but never change her ways. There was no other way; the environment was like this. If Lu Xiaochu didn't lie, she would be fooled like a fool. They had to survive, and only the fittest survived.
All of Lu Xiaochu's usual nagging came rushing back, coalescing into a powerful force that impacted her mind.
cannot...
She can't sacrifice so many people just to live a little longer.
She could fool people; the Xiaochu might forgive her.
If she knew she had caused the deaths of Aunt Hao, Uncle Pang, and Er Suzi...
She will hate her.
Lu Xiaofang jolted, took out his personal terminal, and shakily typed a line: "I'm sorry, I can't do it. I can't kill so many people just to survive."
After sending it out, Lu Xiaofang's restless chest returned to a state of peace, a peace he had never known before.
She straightened her back, stood in the sun, and sent Lu Xiaochu a message: " Xiaochu, you're right."
Busy Song Xiaozhu was puzzled when she saw this message.
Xiao He: "Are you going to kill someone?"
The question was asked with such innocent naiveté.
Song Xiaozhu: "... Kill a ghost, my foot."
She's been wronged! What on earth is Lu Xiaofang imagining?!
Xiao He couldn't possibly understand it, but after thinking it over, Song Xiaozhu roughly caught up with Lu Xiaofang's thought process.
Song Xiaozhu sighed inwardly and explained to Xiao He, "She probably thought there were some highly polluting and dangerous substances in those skinning knives."
Xiao He: "No." She was very certain of that.
Song Xiaozhu: "... Of course not!"
After Song Xiaozhu caught up with Lu Xiaofang's thought process, her opinion of this con artist changed.
Although Lu Xiaofang has some bad habits of cheating and swindling, he does have a firm stance on matters of principle.
Faced with a large number of innocent people, she did not choose to sacrifice countless lives for her own selfish interests.
Given Lu Xiaofang's fear of the "mysterious figure," it took a lot of courage for him to send out this message.
It sounds simple, but there are probably very few people who can actually do it.
Although it was a false alarm, it wasn't bad either.
Song Xiaozhu originally planned to cut off contact once the Trade Value was maxed out, but now... she might consider a long-term partnership.
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"You're overthinking it. Those are just a batch of ordinary skinning knives."
Lu Xiaofang thought he was about to receive a fatal blow, but instead he received a reply from a powerful figure.
ah?
A regular peeling knife?
Coming from such a terrifying village, controlled by such a terrifying and mysterious powerful figure, would the skinning knife she brought into the city be ordinary?
She would never dare to fabricate such a flawed script when she's lying!