Chapter 117

It seemed like this deal was really lucrative. The boss gave him some credit again yesterday, and with the goods delivered, he had managed to break into the affluent circles.

It was surprising that even the extravagant and spendthrift rich kids may worry about not having condoms. It was simply too satisfying.

"A whole cow?" Stella was instantly intrigued but kept her cool, "Sure, but it has to be done in batches."

"No problem."

For several consecutive days, they finally completed the trade of the entire cow.

Just as they were about to leave, Monkey dropped another bombshell, "We've also got mutton, interested?"

Stella couldn't resist, "How much?"

"A total of 330 pounds."

After these two large transactions, she was left with just over a thousand large condoms. She didn't plan to sell any more; they'd appreciate faster in a couple of years. Having taken the mutton, Stella reminded him, "I don't want anyone else to know about our deals."

Monkey understood immediately, "Rest assured, Miss. We're professionals. We only care about genuine goods and fair prices. We never pry into others' private deals."

In fact, he was also dealing privately. Otherwise, how would he support his wife and children? They would have been starved long ago.

The quantity of mutton was a bit less, but there was enough pork, beef, and fish. Along with the meat she'd hoarded and collected before, it was basically enough for her and her dog to live comfortably until the ends of their lives. Once again, she thanked Mother Nature for her gifts.

five days at Ivywood Estates, using all their strength to haul back several hundred pounds of charcoal. Covered in black from head to toe, they looked like they'd just crawled out of a coal mine. They were all looking rather worn out. Stella and Jasper helped move

their territory, day and night without rest, and they were still targeted by others. If they hadn't been strong enough, wearing 'bulletproof vests' made of steel plates, they might have been ambushed. Finally, they had to pull out

couch, too tired to even

keep them warm and made a super-sized portion of pasta with

toe before diving into bed for a

and Jasper hadn't contributed to the labor, but they'd guarded the house, for which Angela each

firm in refusing. The Moore family also didn't want it, but Angela insisted. "Granny, if it weren't for you telling us how to make charcoal, we wouldn't have been able to bring it back." Unable to refuse Angela's

goodies she'd traded for the Christmas celebration, "These were exchanged with gold necklaces, rings, and watches, along with a

and jewelry, they were far less valuable than before. To be able to exchange them for so many goods was quite

incredible that there are still potatoes and tomatoes in this kind of

the bud, "We ordinary folk might be helpless, but do you really think those rich and powerful individuals are helpless too? They reaped the benefits of our overworking before the apocalypse, and now they continue

the ones who are protected and would have planned everything from the beginning of the disaster." These words were not false; there

wealth to exchange for power, setting up rescue bases at the beginning of the disaster. Survivors who wanted to enter had to give

became chaotic, with all sorts of power

each other, playing the game of survival of the fittest. In the end, it was the survivors who

difficult, the entry fee was no longer demanded, but they recruited people to play a dangerous game

she had to continue wandering outside. Therefore, she was truly not interested in private bases. Compared to private bases, the official bases were much better, with the best being the military

living conditions continued to deteriorate, the military bases would be the last resort,

just wait and see. The opening of the military bases was

...

was decorated with wreaths. Not only was every

and were also putting up the wreath Stella had given them, exchanging greetings

preparing for the Christmas Eve dinner, Katie

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