Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1106 1097. Industrial Cthulhu

The Super Oriental Commodity City opened at eight o'clock, and the captain and his party stayed there until two in the morning.

This is a shopping mall that is open all night with a big tent, and it cannot be opened during the day.

When the sun shines brightly, the place is full of familiar faces.

So they could only sell goods under lamps at night, opening when the sun sets and closing before the sun rises, just like a ghost market.

Although the shopping mall was open, the captain and his men couldn't handle it anymore.

Tired.

This place is so huge that we spent four hours rushing around and only covered less than half of it.

This is definitely not something you can explore in one day.

Coupled with long-term live broadcasts, the device battery is about to run out.

The captain and his entourage could only come out of the tent.

Looking back.

The inky desert was torn apart by millions of lights, and the giant honeycomb-like Oriental Commodity City was boiling in the center of the sand sea.

Countless tents are stacked like fish scales and sea waves, stretching into the distance.

The golden-red light seeped through the cracks in the canvas, dyeing the sand dunes into flowing amber.

People kept coming out of the tents, pushing carts or carrying large and small bags, with some smiling and some sad on their faces, as they walked into the night.

The silhouette appeared and disappeared in the light.

And on the road in the distance, new lights converge into a river, continuously pouring into this dazzling vortex.

Suddenly, a gust of evening wind blew up sand and smoke, covering the lights with a layer of gauze, making them flicker, like a mirage...

The captain and his team ended today's live broadcast in this psychedelic night where it was hard to tell whether it was reality or a dream...
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In fact, there was a small episode after the live broadcast ended.

When the captain and his friends arrived at the parking lot, they saw many "colleagues".

Television stations and media from Dubai, the United Arab Emirates, and other Middle Eastern countries gathered here, interviewing people coming out of the commodity city.

Even European media.

They saw a reporter with an Italian TV logo interviewing a white man.

The white man was pushing four carts, connected together like a small train, and they were filled with things.

The white man was very excited during the interview. He said he was from Greece and had been working in shipping in Dubai for eleven years.

No wonder, it was very heartwarming to see a TV station from the same southern Europe interview him.

Of course, it may also be related to the fact that the reporter who interviewed her is a beautiful woman.

It’s just that the two sides don’t speak the same native language, so they can only communicate in English.

After introducing himself, the white man pointed at his four cars and howled, "I saved money for a year, and it's all gone, all gone!"

Hearing this alone, I thought I was being scammed.

In fact, it is purely greed for cheapness.

He excitedly pulled out a microwave oven and showed it off: "Look, a microwave oven. The cheapest one in the mall costs 199 dirhams. Here it's only , less than euros."

"There was a cheaper one, 120 dirhams, euros, cheaper than the second-hand market, but it was too small, so I didn't buy it."

The beautiful Italian reporter was very cooperative, letting out bursts of exclamations, which fascinated the white man.

Of course, it could also be a real shock, because a microwave of the same size costs between eighty and one hundred euros in Italy.

Then the white man took out another box and opened it to show it.

"And this, this is called an 'electric baking pan', it can make pancakes super fast, super fast, just plug it in, put the dough in, and it's only 99 dirhams, 25 euros!"

It was because of the three words "electric baking pan" that the captain noticed him. He said this name in Chinese. Although the pronunciation was not very standard, it had that flavor.

Isn't this kind of appliance available in Europe?

It seemed that the reporter had no reaction to the electric griddle and was just smiling politely.

It seems that it really doesn't exist, at least it is not common.

But the beautiful reporter knew very well what happened afterwards.

The white man showed off again: "Clothes, and more clothes. I bought enough clothes to last for ten years!"

His words were not an exaggeration. Two of the four carts were filled with bags of clothes. The white man rummaged through the carts and pulled out a thick pile of bags.

I picked one up at random and shook it open. It turned out to be a short-sleeved T-shirt.

He raised his hands so high that they were almost touching the reporter's face.

His excitement was evident as he shouted excitedly, "Look at this one, it's only two dollars. Even though it's a little thin and the details aren't very good, it's only two dollars, two dollars!"

When the beautiful Italian reporter heard the price, she no longer cared that her clothes were almost covering her face.

The expression on her face was out of control and became distorted.

Clenching my fists, I yelled, "Oh, my God!"

“Half a euro, clothes for only half a euro!”

The exchange rate is pretty good.

Seeing this excitement, it seems that this reporter is living a rather difficult life.

Very normal.

Anyone who can be sent here from such a far distance must be a marginal newcomer. Even in Europe, young people who have just graduated are poor.

What the captain never expected was.

This interview, especially the sentence "Half euro! Just half euro!", became popular and spread all over the Internet.

The whole network here means the global network.

This price is outrageous.

In Europe and the United States, even during the Christmas sales, the prices may be 9.99 Euros, 5.99 Euros, or even 3.99 Euros in one case.

Even in the second-hand market, the cheapest, barely wearable T-shirts cost 2 to 5 Euros.

Some people even looked through the promotional records of all European countries in the past decade, but only found a T-shirt for 1 euro in a limited-time sale of a Polish fashion brand. It was a children's version, and there were only 99 of them.

0.5 Euro for a piece of clothing, brand new, for adults, it was a huge shock to them.

Almost everyone is wondering, at such a price, was it made by aliens?
You may not have enough experience. On domestic e-commerce platforms, you can find a lot of things for only two or three yuan, with free shipping. This is called a clearance sale. The storage fee is more expensive than the clothes. These are sold by kilogram, two yuan per kilogram, and there are four or five pieces in one kilogram.

If the quantity is large, a few packs will be given.

What is Industrial Cthulhu? This kind of basic product, when the machine is turned on, the output is terrifying...
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In a blink of an eye, three days passed.

The captain was actually invited to visit the translator's home and taste the coffee made by his new coffee machine and the "cool mountain spring water" taken out of his new refrigerator.

The kind of "spring water" that will make you dizzy if you drink too much.

Met his family and gave him gifts.

Before dinner, the two of them had drinks and chatted in the living room.

The topic naturally cannot be separated from Super Oriental Commodity City.

The translator showed off that his electrical appliances had been delivered, as well as the coupons he had collected for likes. He was thinking about using them someday, but he didn't dare to go in the past few days.

The captain went there again the next day, but was unable to get in. He is still feeling scared.

The commodity city is really popular.

I thought there would be enough people on the first day, but I didn’t expect that the first day would be the day with the least people.

There were more and more people in the next two days. It was said that the number of entrance channels of the commodity city increased from eight to eighteen.

Four of them are dedicated lines for transporting goods from the port.

However, simply adding more entrance channels was useless. There was only one road leading to the Commodity City, and it was jammed. When the captain went there the next day, he was stuck in traffic for six hours and almost suffocated.

Countless cars, off-road vehicles and broken pickup trucks no longer took the highway, but went straight through the Gobi Desert.

On the third day, there was a traffic jam in the Gobi Desert...

"How much money can Commodity City sell in three days? I think it must be at least 10 billion." The translator suddenly brought up this topic.

The captain thought about it for a while, smiled, and shook his head. "More than that, at least 2 billion. There were at least 100,000 people on the day we went there, and more in the next two days. 400,000 or 500,000 people would definitely cost 2 billion."

The translator expressed disbelief and asked to take a gamble.

The betting match must be started as soon as possible.

Because in a few minutes, Prince Mansour will hold a press conference...

(End of this chapter)