Chapter 384

Chapter 384 Strawberries and Schemes
Chapter 384 Strawberries and Schemes
Theresa nodded slightly.
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On the auction stage, the alluring Lucy lifted her gavel. “Next, our very first item–a box of Sweet Cream
Strawberries!”
Theresa blinked.
At her words, an attendant stepped forward carrying an ornate, solid gold gift box. Inside lay a pile of plump, bright red strawberries, each one glistening under the lights. For a moment, Theresa thought she’d misheard. But no–these really were actual strawberries meant to be eaten.
Wait… these are just the same ordinary strawberries I grow in my own greenhouse, as many as I want, one crop after another! And looking at the quality, mine are better than these!
Yet the crowd reacted with excitement, especially the women from Ark Camp Three. Their eyes lit up at the sight of the fresh fruit.
“How much? Hurry, bid!”
“There are three portions in total. Starting bid–5,000 gleamstones each!”
Theresa spát out her wine. Two pounds at most, and they’re starting at 5,000 gleamstones? What the hell?!
“Do you want some?” Morgan murmured near her ear. “If you do, I’ll bid for you.”
She didn’t answer.
In the end, Ark Camp Three won two portions for a total of 13 thousand gleamstones, while Morgan spent 7,000 to take the last portion and place it in front of her.
“You haven’t tasted these since the apocalypse started. I told you I’d show you the world–well, now you’ve seen it.”
Theresa just stared at him. The suffocating feeling was real–she’d seen it, alright. Seven thousand gleamstones for a handful of strawberries. If she brought her own produce here, she’d make a killing.
And just as she suspected, the auction continued with item after item–melons, plums, oranges, even tomatoes she’d grown so sick of eating. Every single one went for a sky–high price.
By the time she finished watching, it felt like her perspective had completely shifted. She’d almost forgotten that in the apocalypse, fresh fruit and vegetables were among the hardest things to come by.
Meanwhile, some rare Level 2 and Level 3 gleamstones–items she thought were precious–were barely noticed, going for just a few hundred Level 1 gleamstones each.
She leaned toward Morgan. “Bid on those for me.”
He glanced at her. “You’re not interested in the fruit? Fresh fruit is rare.”
Theresa eyed the three Level 3 and four Level 2 gleamstones he’d just won for her, then tilted her head. “Tell you what–I’ll trade you a pound of tomatoes for these.”
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His eyes lit up. “You have tomatoes?”
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“They’re rare for us too,” she lied smoothly. “We’ve been saving them. So–deal or no deal?”
“Deal, a pound of tomatoes.”
With that, he handed her all seven gleamstones on the spot, agreeing to wait for her delivery.
And that was when Theresa felt as if a door had opened in her mind. She could trade the common fruit she had in abundance for large quantities of gleamstones here.
“Morgan, you just said fresh fruit is rare and everyone wants it, right?”
He nodded. “Our camp can hardly grow any at all. Whenever one of the camps produces fresh fruit, they hold an auction like this.”
“Then how about this–you let me supply the fruit, you sell it for me, and I’ll give you a 10% commission.”
“That works. However much you have, bring it. They’ll take it.”
“I knew you weren’t just anybody.” She clapped him on the shoulder with mock solemnity. “I’ve got high hopes for you, kid. It’s a deal.”
He looked at her hand resting on his shoulder, a grin curling under his mask.
When Ark Camp Two’s fruit stock finally sold out, the last item of the auction was rolled onto the stage inside a massive glass display case.
At first, Theresa thought it might be livestock–maybe a pig or a goat. She wasn’t interested… until the curtain was yanked away, and a bloody hand slammed against the glass with a loud bang.
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Inside was a zombie, drenched in blood, its body a patchwork of wounds. Half its face had been chewed away, leaving routing flesh that oozed pus. An iron chain was fastened tightly around its neck as it lunged at the glass, gnashing its teeth.
Several women in the crowd recoiled in disgust, their expressions souring.
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