In order for the guards to not drown in the crowd, the team decided to keep the selling area in a small spot for ease of guarding, with the people divided into three batches of sellers.
The first batch was Crow’s group, the former residents of Vismont.
Crow’s team was relatively poor, and they could only afford the more affordable food like biscuits, the cheapest bread, and processed Gouji fruit like Gouji jams and dried Gouji.
This was a small variety to them but, to the eyes of the Vismont citizens, they opened up a cornucopia. Their eyes stuck in the products as if afraid they would disappear if they blinked.
The paper was still under development, so the fragile biscuits were packaged in a large box made of very light local wood, and sold in the wood store.
When this box opened, it was like gold was revealed.
The people in line immediately began asking as soon as they said they were ready (they were very disciplined and their guards looked very strong).
"How much for a box of biscuits?"
"100 copper for a small box," Sunny said, raising a small box the size of a palm.
The customer gulped, stomach worms causing chaos in his stomach. But then he recalled his assets and thought he ought to haggle a bit.
"100 copper for a small box?" He said, "That’s not cheap!"
Dog’s smile was unfazed. "But it’s definitely worth it!"
They actually decided on the market price of ten times the cost bought in Altera.
Although it was not cheap, it wasn’t too expensive compared to the horrid food from restaurants, so it was too worth it.
Next to him, another sale was happening.
"How much is this piece of bread?"
"Just 50 copper!" Crow said, "Very affordable."
This one didn’t even bother haggling. He was afraid someone would preempt him so he bought a bit of everything, even if it was a little costly.
A man looked at the blue-ish rice, which was explained thoroughly by the salesperson.
"I want a bag of rice please!" One man said and Sunny shook her head.
"We can only sell half per person." frёeωebɳovel.com
"I can only buy half a kilogram?" The customer frowned, repeating, hoping he heard if wrong.
Sunny nodded. "That is correct, good customer. You know we can’t bring too much, right? So we can only set a purchase limit. Give chance to others, right?"
Like in Altera, they naturally had to place a purchase limit here. However, the majority of the reason was to avoid creating a stampede.
The man pursed his lips, not reconciled. His wife and daughter were currently gathering resources in another area and not with him. This little amount wouldn’t last the three of them very long.
However, he knew if he tried to change this rule, he’d probably get ganged up on, so he had no choice but to nod and just buy what he could.
Sunny smiled in understanding and handed him his items, "Don’t worry sir! We will definitely come back and sell stuff often." She said, and her words comforted all those who heard.
"Really?"
Sunny grinned, "Yes, really."
Next in line, an old acquaintance of theirs appeared, still looking very gentle.
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