Chapter 610: Chapter 610

"Now, let’s down this glass of Apocalypse Red Rose and start today’s party. Please, enjoy yourselves!"

It felt more like a networking event. After Fatty Wang gave his toast, the atmosphere heated up. Most people were tasting snacks while checking out the new information about this trading session, such as what novel items there were, everyone’s wish lists, and purchase prices. Items in high demand would see their prices rise, while those in abundant supply would see their prices fall. Besides that, Jing Shu discovered that she could directly view the items from the trading session.

Jing Shu relived the feeling of online shopping, her eyes brimming with tears. She had never expected that in the apocalypse, in the realm of big data, she would see such a dazzling array of goods, giving her the illusion she was living a normal life. But there were significant differences from online shopping, such as the categorization. Foods were only divided into organic and non-organic, with the prices of organic foods having many more zeroes, so much so that even a tycoon like Jing Shu was taken aback. But admittedly, the prices were high for a reason.

For instance, a small box of Special Grade Black Truffles was two hundred thousand coins, White Truffles were three hundred thousand coins per kilo, a single Alusi Netted Melon was one hundred thousand coins, 9th grade eye-meat was one hundred thousand coins per kilo, and ten Shangri-La Matsutake mushrooms were also one hundred thousand coins.

Jing Shu admitted she was tempted. The good things in the Imperial Capital surpassed her imagination. There were many things she had never even tasted before, like that particular melon; though Wu City had plenty of Hami melons, and she even grew some in her space. However, because they were too sweet, her family didn’t like them much, so Jing Shu mainly made them into dried Hami melons and stored them in the refrigerator; they were placed on the villa’s coffee table and eaten as snacks. Of course, it wasn’t just dried Hami melons. There were also dried grapes, apples, and peaches. Jing Shu particularly liked dried kiwifruit and Banana Chips, though they were so plentiful that they weren’t very popular. She had never eaten those adorable little melons...

The next category was ’Others,’ which was somewhat disorganized. Jing Shu glanced over some prices; they seemed reasonable and in line with market prices, but due to supply and demand, current prices were always rising. As the apocalypse progressed, the prices of luxury items would skyrocket like house prices used to; no matter the circumstances, the rich never lacked money, just fine things. People without money couldn’t afford anything and lacked everything.

In her previous life, Jing Shu couldn’t understand why someone would spend thousands of Virtual Coins on worthless snacks. This life, Jing Shu understood; when such expenditures were mere trifles to you, the price of anything you bought felt like pennies, turning the gap between them to just a matter of dimes versus pennies. Would you prefer to spend a penny on a bun or a dime on Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?

While Jing Shu was engrossed in searching for the Imperial Capital’s finest items, the mother and son next to her finally set their sights on a young man who was completely absorbed in his data analysis, his face expressionless. The mischievous child quickly ate all of the young man’s food. Seeing no reaction from him, the woman grew bolder and directly stashed the whole plate of Banana Chips and the leftover communal snacks—peanuts and melon seeds—into her bag. The table, once full, was cleared in an instant.

After sweeping all the food from the table—if not for the lack of a container, she might even have taken the standard-issue red wine—the woman then leisurely cracked open seeds, sipping her red wine and muttering, "These shells are tough. They must have been stored too long. When will we ever get back to sunlight, this damn apocalypse..." Content orıginally comes from 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱

Director Wang spoke of Xiao Zhang as being very observant. Seeing that their table was empty of food, he quickly brought over two more servings to Jing Shu and placed them in front of her, saying, "Miss Jing, this is a 648-meal set that Mr. Wang has sent for you. Please enjoy."

"Please thank Mr. Wang for me," Jing Shu smiled.

"Ugh, which old guy is playing tricks again? I’ve been treated the same way before..." The woman felt envious and slightly jealous, secretly poking her rowdy kid.

The rowdy kid spotted the hot patties and immediately reached out. His experience in freeloading had taught him that no one could be quicker. As long as he stuffed his mouth first, the adults would back off. His mother had even mentioned that the people here were all significant figures, too proud to make a scene if he, a mere child, snatched some food.

Little did he know, Jing Shu was much faster. With a swift reach, she gathered both servings into a black bag and casually tossed it to Tan Ke. "Take them home for your sister to eat."

Tan Ke, with a silly grin, nodded his head, feeling grateful. He always felt a bit embarrassed about receiving things from Mirror, so he and his sister had discussed giving her a grand gift before Mirror left.

The rowdy child was annoyed. The woman, rolling her eyes at Jing Shu, was still wondering if she could boldly approach this seemingly simple-minded strong man. Could she possibly hook him? Leveraging her skills...

As for such people, Jing Shu wasn’t the type to indulge them. Right in front of the rowdy kid, she took out a bag of crispy noodles. With a CRUNCH, she crushed them and sprinkled the aromatic seasoning powder, instantly sending a delicious aroma wafting through the air. The child drooled openly. Wow! What is this heavenly smell? It smells so good!

"CHOMP, CHOMP..." Jing Shu and Tan Ke quickly shared the crispy noodles. Then, she casually took out a small can of newly exchanged peach preserves. With a CLICK, she opened the lid, and the unique aroma of the peaches spread out. The rowdy kid cried openly, "I want some, I want some..."

The woman, holding onto her child, whispered soothingly, "I’ve got some sunflower seeds for you; let’s go home and eat those."

"SLURP." Jing Shu first drank the sweet, cool juice and then sighed, "So delicious."

The rowdy child finally broke down in loud sobs, attracting quite a few glances. Suddenly, they became the center of attention.

The woman glared hatefully at Jing Shu, aware that this was intentional. "You just wait! Your information says you’re Miss Jing, right? Hmph." After spitting out her threat, the woman hurriedly fled the scene with her wailing child. Her retreat was quite undignified.

The air around Jing Shu’s booth instantly felt much fresher. At that moment, the expressionless young man said, "She is a well-known socialite from the Imperial Capital. Be careful around her these days."

Jing Shu raised an eyebrow. Socialite? Was it what she thought it was? But Ms. Luo sure had a great figure—everything perfectly in its place, truly striking.

The young man nodded, elaborating, "Yes, it’s said she’s connected with over fifty high-ranking officials."

"Impressive. Your circle really is a mess," Jing Shu shook her head. Actually, she wasn’t really scared. It was just a socialite, after all. Although ’pillow talk’ might be powerful, in this apocalypse, what one could truly rely on was personal strength—and she wasn’t speaking about Combat Power here.

There was an old saying too: ’The whip is long, but some things are too far to be reached.’