Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

At this moment, in the inner island lounge

Lu Fan was sitting on the sofa, deep in thought.

Zhang Xiaomin, standing to the side, clutched the hem of her dress, her palms damp with a thin layer of sweat.

"Lu Fan, should we let Elder Wang and the others know about the Yamato? At least we'll be on guard..."

Lu Fan leaned back on the leather sofa, bit open the cap of the mineral water bottle, and poured it all in.

"I'm afraid that won't work!" He swallowed, his voice low. "This place is a mixed bag. If the news leaks out, the Wang family's actions will be too obvious and might be noticed by the Qin family and the Sakura Dog's spies."

"If we alert them, their original plans might change! If there are too many variables, our calculations will fall apart."

Lu Fan crumpled the empty bottle and threw it into the trash can. "We haven't gotten the supplies we're trading for yet. Let's stay calm and wait until we get them!"

Zhang Xiaomin understood the implications and nodded vigorously, "I understand, I'll do whatever you say!"

At 1 p.m., the two heavy, ornately carved doors opened again, and the second half of the trade fair continued.

The process was much faster this time.

Most residents and the wealthy and powerful brought out supplies that were not very useful, such as cell phones or radios from before the apocalypse.

Only the Dayu ship and two other external forces brought out some rare items; the rest of the transactions were hardly interesting.

Soon, the order of places reached Yamato.

In the distance, the sound of wooden clogs tapping on the marble floor drifted up.

Sato Ichiban walked to the front of the stage with a confident stride.

He raised his hand and gestured, and four women dressed in kimonos, carrying a pure black constant-temperature box, bowed their heads and walked up to the trading platform with small, quick steps.

A female translator with bright red lipstick and fluent in Mandarin grabbed the microphone.

"Dear friends from the Dragon Kingdom, the Yamato is bringing you the latest [High-Pressure Aerosol Nutrient Genetic Cultivation Technology], please take a look!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the four women in kimonos simultaneously lifted the top cover of the black box.

A unique, fresh, grassy scent filled the hall.

The audience looked up and saw that the box was lined with velvet, and on top of the velvet cushion, a watermelon was neatly arranged.

The melon was very small, smaller than an adult's fist.

The skin was wrinkled and covered with malnourished yellow spots.

But the aroma of fresh fruit was unmistakably real.

In the hall, the breathing of hundreds of people suddenly became heavy, and the sound of swallowing saliva rose and fell.

"Holy crap! That's... a watermelon?!"

"Holy crap! It's really fresh fruit! That green skin can't be wrong!"

"Wow, this is something new! If you ate a bite of it, you'd be flying to heaven!"

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The crowd stared at the watermelon in the box, their eyes practically glowing with envy.

Even if this melon looks deformed, for these powerful and wealthy people who eat dry food and canned food every day, fresh plant fruits are definitely a delicious delicacy!

This is the melon of my dreams!

Sato Ichiban listened to the commotion below the stage and nodded in satisfaction.

The translator brushed a stray hair behind her ear, raised her chin slightly, and said arrogantly, "This technology was jointly developed by five warships of the Great Sakura Empire and the Fuji Mountain base. With continuous iteration and optimization, we can grow an endless supply of fruit even in the current post-apocalyptic environment!"

"What we're offering in this transaction is this technical manuscript plus four fruits!"

She pointed a finger into the air: "We need mid-grade or higher sea crystals! Or the oil sludge you have here for fuel! Food supplies are also acceptable, but they must be measured in tons!"

The noisy hall was instantly doused with a bucket of ice water.

Several minor clans were so angry they slapped their thighs: "Robbery! They want sea crystals, oil mud, and even tons of supplies? Those are the lifeblood of Xihuan Mountain!"

Oil sludge and materials are important assets of Xihuanshan and are the absolute guarantee for Xihuanshan's development to this day.

Is it worth trading such strategic resources for a few shrunken watermelons and an immature, broken technology?

Pure wastefulness!

Their intentions must be different!

The atmosphere was icy at the seats of the four major families.

Wang Mingyuan stopped fiddling with the walnuts, and Bai Jingye on the Dayu ship also frowned.

They could see very clearly that this group of cherry blossom dogs was indirectly draining the war potential of Xihuan Mountain, and they probably had other purposes in doing so.

Meanwhile, the ordinary nobles nearby didn't think that far ahead; they were only staring at those few green fruits, eager to try them out.

As long as I can enjoy myself, I don't care about the conditions; as long as I can eat, that's fine!

"I want it! I'll trade it for supplies!"

"I want some too! I can get someone to remove the sludge later!"

Just when the situation was about to get out of control.

A rough voice interrupted everyone present.

"No, Haijing doesn't have any!"

Qin Haisheng, the head of the Qin family, suddenly stood up and put his hands behind his back.

"But the Qin family is willing to offer 20 barrels of black sludge, plus 5 tons of survival supplies, in exchange for this technology and six watermelons!"

After he finished speaking, the entire room was stunned.

Has Qin Haisheng gone mad?

20 barrels of oil sludge are enough to generate electricity for the entire Xihuan Mountain area for half a year!

Five tons of supplies are enough to feed the people in the slum for six months!

But this guy actually traded all that stuff for an immature technology and a few malnourished watermelons?

Even the most extravagant spendthrifts wouldn't do this!

Qin Haisheng ignored the strange looks from the group around him, a kind smile on his wrinkled face.

He glanced around at the silent family representatives and chuckled to himself.

A bunch of idiots.

Do you really think I would sell my entire fortune for this?

At 3 PM, the Qin family and Sato will work together to wipe you all out.

From now on, Xihuan Mountain will belong to the Qin family!

Give up some resources, and you'll gain more power and resources in return!

Not a loss! On the contrary, it's a huge profit!

At that moment, Sato Ichiban's eyes lit up. He grabbed the microphone himself and uttered two words in broken Mandarin: "Thank you!"

He immediately waved his hand, ordering someone to pack the watermelon and technical notes into bags and hand them over to the Qin family.

The supplies promised by the Qin family are currently on a cargo ship at the inner island dock, ready for handover at any time.

The deal was finalized on the spot.

Once this deal was completed, the atmosphere for subsequent transactions became noticeably dull.

Having witnessed the impact of fresh fruit, this group of people found it difficult to muster any interest in other broken and scrap metal.

To liven up the atmosphere, the masked host walked onto the stage, cleared his throat, and tried to bring the pace back on track.

"Alright everyone, please calm down. Now, let's welcome our next distinguished guest..."

He glanced down at his cue card: "Welcome, Mr. Lu Fan!"

Dozens of eyes swept across the hall in an instant, finally locking onto a corner.

Lu Fan carried a rough, gray burlap sack in one hand and strode onto the stage.

Zhang Xiaomin followed closely behind, carrying several exquisite rosewood gift boxes in her arms. Because of her nervousness, she took very large steps, and her long legs were partially visible.

However, when the crowd saw the tattered burlap sack covered in mud, they immediately began to whisper among themselves.

"What's that bulging bag full of? A bag of rotten wood?"

"A refugee is a refugee, coming up here with a tattered sack, is he just here to make a fool of himself!"

"Hurry up and send him off to find someone else, don't waste time!"

The mocking voices quickly reached Lu Fan's ears.

But he wasn't impatient. Instead, he calmly walked to the center of the trading table and released his grip.

boom!

The heavy sack landed on the ground with a deep, muffled thud.

He picked up the microphone, tapped the microphone head twice with his fingers to suppress the background noise.

"I'm not wasting any more time, let's get straight to the point!"

Lu Fan's gaze swept across the audience, his tone calm and clear.

"The conditions for exchanging the things in this sack and the wooden box are very simple!"

He raised his palm and showed five fingers!

"Mid- to high-grade sea crystals, large quantities of black oil sludge, tons of supplies, as well as advanced weaponry and enhancement potions. We welcome all!"

moment

The deathly silence lasted for a full two seconds.

Then, the entire hall erupted in mocking laughter.