Wasteland: I Awakened A Plant System

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"As you can all see, the first item for auction is a generator."

"Distinguished guests can rest assured, this generator was found by us in a resource point and is almost brand new and unused."

"After testing, its power generation efficiency is..."

Lilith gave a thorough introduction, explaining the basic performance, and finally arrived at the pricing stage.

"Starting bid... sixty kgs of fruits and vegetables, or thirty kgs of meat. Each bid increment must not be less than five kgs of fruits and vegetables."

That’s right, there was no official unified currency in the Wasteland World, at least not yet.

Lilith had informed everyone in advance when sending out invitations that all transactions would be conducted through bartering.

The main focus was on various types of food.

After all, from the early days of the Wasteland until now, the prices of various supplies had constantly changed, but only the price of food remained strong.

Not only did it not decrease, but it was also slowly rising.

Lilith announced the starting bid with an expressionless face.

However, her eyes subtly darted around, trying to gauge the reactions of the people to determine if her pricing was appropriate.

This would allow her to make temporary adjustments later.

Soon, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The buyers present were only silent for a brief moment before the atmosphere suddenly erupted.

"Oh my, Director Lilith, are you serious? That’s a generator! Are you sure sixty kgs of food is enough?"

"Quick, I’ll bid seventy kgs of cabbage!"

"Heh, you’re dreaming. Seventy kgs for a generator?"

"Director Lilith, I’ll bid eighty kgs of corn!"

"I’ll bid ninety kgs..."

The role of a generator in the Wasteland was self-evident, requiring no further explanation. Even if it were a piece of junk, as long as it could generate electricity, Survivors in Shelters that weren’t truly electrified would desperately pursue it.

Don’t be fooled into thinking that all Survivors are now growing crops; in reality, most Survivors take unconventional approaches, growing crops through various odd methods.

Many even plant crops exposed directly to the outside, not to mention the bizarre method of manually providing light to plants every day using flashlights found in resource points.

When it came to life and death, no matter how absurd the method, they would try it.

This was also why, even though Vikram had previously given them planting methods in the group, most group members still grew deformed and poor-quality crops.

Only a small portion of Shelters could truly achieve electricity supply, which shows how important a generator was to them.

"Stop fighting over it, I’ll offer 120 kgs of vegetables."

The bidding for the engine continued until it reached 120 kgs of food, and only then did the venue gradually quiet down.

It wasn’t that they thought it was too expensive; they all knew the benefits of getting a generator early, so a little food was nothing.

Which faction’s Shelter among the Survivors invited to the auction didn’t have half a ton to a ton of food reserves? Compared to that, the price of the generator was simply too cheap.

It was just that the person bidding at the moment was Snape, who was sitting on the left side of the auction table.

Originally, Snape was indeed quite low-key, so much so that when he arrived, most Survivors didn’t even recognize his identity.

But after Vikram’s commotion, who didn’t know his background?

Not to mention Survivors near Green Wind Shelter didn’t dare to bid against him, even Survivors tens of thousands of miles away from Green Wind Shelter had to consider whether it was worth offending Snape for a generator.

After all, he had a proper four-wheeled vehicle in his hands. If he really got serious, he would find a way to target them no matter how far away they were.

"This engine is very important to me. I hope all you brothers can give me, Snape, some face."

"This way, we’ll be neighbors, and we can greet each other with smiles in the future, right?"

As a heinous murderer on Earth, he was too lazy to honestly bid with others.

Didn’t he work so hard to develop his influence precisely to suppress these Survivors who were not as strong as him?

So why play house with them? Just threaten them.

Snape’s Shelter actually already had a generator, but who would complain about having too many good things like this?

Only Lilith on the stage suffered.

Although her face remained expressionless, her heart was bleeding.

While her faction also didn’t lack generators, otherwise she wouldn’t put them up for sale, the lowest price she had in mind for this particular generator was 160 kgs of grain.

The items for this auction were originally intended to meet influential people from other factions, not to profit from them.

However, if everyone followed Snape’s example, using his influence to coerce other Survivors into not bidding, wouldn’t all the subsequent auction items be given away for free?

If that were the case, this auction would not only fail to sell items to most Survivors to gain more connections and networks, but it would also result in a complete loss.

Even though she was a hundred times unwilling, Lilith took a deep breath and still swung the wooden gavel in her hand, "120 kgs of food, second call!"

Wearing a revealing and seductive evening gown, Lilith raised her head, a pitiful expression on her face.

Her aggrieved gaze swept over the buyers below, as if she were about to cry.

She was not that fragile, but this trick often worked against some self-important men.

However, this trick might usually work, but at this critical moment, it was completely ineffective.

Most men might be generous for a bit of face, but Green Wind Shelter would genuinely slaughter your entire Shelter if provoked.

These people didn’t know Snape very well, but Green Wind Shelter’s actions were notorious.

Everyone was very clear-headed; it simply wasn’t worth risking their lives for a beautiful woman.

Even if they were really itching for it, what kind of girl couldn’t they find after the auction? Why show off now?

So, even though Lilith’s eyes were almost dry from staring, the crowd below remained unmoving, observing their noses with their eyes, completely unaffected.

"120 kgs of vegetables, third call!"

Seeing that no one in the venue dared to speak again, Snape’s lips curled into a triumphant smile.

He stood up and scanned every survivor at the auction table, speaking with a slight smile, "Thank you, brothers, for giving me, Snape, this face. If you have time, everyone present today is welcome to visit Green Wind Shelter as guests."

"Director Lilith, quickly announced the deal."

Snape was beaming, thinking that his influence still carried a lot of weight.

Although doing this had the suspicion of deliberately causing trouble, it was Lilith who hadn’t made these things clear, so his use of influence to threaten was not a problem.

After another glance at the crowd below, Lilith, no matter how unwilling, couldn’t go back on her word.

She was about to swing the wooden gavel for the fourth time to finalize the decision.

However, at this moment, a calm voice once again emerged from the venue, igniting her hope.

"130 kgs of vegetables."

Lilith’s eyes lit up, and her reaction was extremely quick; she immediately struck down the auction gavel in her hand, "130 kgs of vegetables, first call!"

As soon as Vikram, who was sitting in his chair with his legs crossed, finished speaking, survivors from all directions of the auction table cast their gazes upon him.

Among them were curiosity, admiration, sudden realization, and even some who thought he was overestimating himself.

Outside, he had indeed suppressed Snape in terms of aura; all Survivors present had witnessed this.

However, no matter what, Vikram and his group were being secretive, so they couldn’t recognize which faction they belonged to.

As a result, at least half of the people still favored Snape, whose identity was clearly known.

However, Vikram didn’t care about these irrelevant gazes at all and continued to sit with his legs crossed, doing as he pleased.

He looked provocatively at the figure with the most unpleasant expression in the crowd.

"Brother Snape, I also want this generator. If you don’t want to be beaten to death by your younger brother as soon as you step out, you should let me have it."

"After all, we’re neighbors. It’s not good to hurt our harmony over a generator, don’t you think?"

"Whoa!" As soon as his words fell, there was another uproar in the crowd!

It was also a threat, but compared to Snape, who still knew to be restrained and spoke somewhat subtly, this person didn’t even bother to pretend.

Not only did he threaten Snape, the feared leader of Green Wind Shelter, but he also openly declared he would kill him.

Now, even the members of the Official Shelter who had been somewhat unconcerned earlier all turned their heads.

"What is the background of this group of people? Do any of you have a clue?"

Evan, sitting in his seat, raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

Their Official Shelter indeed couldn’t see through Survivors like Snape.

However, his established influence in the Wasteland World was not to be trifled with.

At least, as a regional Official Shelter, they would have to expend enormous manpower and resources to eradicate him, and completely uprooting him was even less likely.

For the other party to show such disrespect to Green Wind Shelter, if they weren’t reckless hotheads, they must have powerful backing.

The Survivor next to Evan immediately shook his head upon hearing this.

"Completely unfamiliar."

"But Team Leader Evan, look at their equipment; it all seems to be standard issue, doesn’t it look like the armed police equipment on Earth?"

"Do you think it could be an Official Shelter from another place that has come here?"

Evan didn’t answer, he just glanced in Vikram’s direction before turning his head back.

He always felt this figure looked a bit familiar, but he couldn’t be sure.

His gaze slowly moved to Lilith’s direction; she seemed to know the other party’s identity.

Evan secretly decided that after this rather farcical auction ended, he would definitely inquire thoroughly.

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