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Chapter 361 Open Trading Zone
The latest group of survivors escaped from the danger zone and entered this isolated island.

The trading area is now officially open.

The 150 survivors living in the trading area stood in front of their tents, their eyes gleaming.
They approached the survivors who had entered, emaciated and hunched over, resembling refugees.
It was as if I had discovered a way to make money.

The screen is at the center of the entire trading area and is in a circular shape.

Although the trading area was all mud, these large screens gave it a touch of science fiction.

In particular, the names of various supplies are constantly scrolling across these electronic screens.

It's as if these supplies, displayed behind the electronic screen, actually exist.

Because there are so many different kinds of these supplies.

There was a survivor in the trading area who stood in front of an electronic screen and stared at it for half an hour.

We haven't seen any duplicate names for the types of supplies yet.

Certain details revealed in the trading area told the new survivors something.

It seems that this area next to the mercenary camp can indeed provide what they need.

I just don't know what price they'll have to pay.

There was a hunched survivor, leaning on a cane, his clothes tattered and in disarray.

He took out an emerald gem from his hand and, with trembling hands, asked a survivor standing by the tent,
"Can I trade this for something to eat?"

The survivors living in the trading area had no shortage of food; they would exchange any small red flags they found for food.

They were so full from all the food that they couldn't finish it.

Especially since they eat their fill every day, they can't eat anything new when they get it.

Their suffering and hunger in the wasteland had already caused them severe psychological trauma.

After they get the food, they will store it.

Especially in the trading area, for some unknown reason.

Even canned food that has been opened for several days will not rot if left in the same place. Therefore, almost every tent stores a considerable amount of expired food.

The trembling survivor looked anxiously at the man beside the tent.

His tone was pleading, "Just give me something to eat."

He originally thought the man wouldn't agree.

The man standing by the tent then turned his gaze to the large emerald in his hand.

His eyes lit up.

The electronic screen collects all sorts of random trash; this is something all the survivors in the trading area know.

Especially these sparkling gems, and even gold and silver.

You can also redeem small red flags on the electronic screen.

And the number of small red flags I redeemed was quite good.

These gemstones, gold, silver and other jewelry pieces can take up slightly more weight than other types of trash.

The electronic screen displays the garbage being recycled, and it's weighed.

Ten pounds of garbage can be exchanged for a small red flag; the same applies to osmanthus flowers and Panax notoginseng roots, which are also weighed.

Although osmanthus and Panax notoginseng roots can grow wildly in the trading area, it is still somewhat difficult to collect ten kilograms of them.

The man immediately took the emerald he was holding.

He put it aside and took a biscuit out of his pocket.

This is a pack of cookies he redeemed from the electronic screen. Each pack contains thirty-six small packets of cookies.

Each individually wrapped pack of cookies contains four cookies.

The man gave the survivor one of the pieces.