Natural Disaster: I Started By Hoarding Tens Of Billions Of Supplies novel Chapter 490

Unlike yesterday, there were fewer people on the streets or negotiating prices with stall owners. After walking for a while, she saw a store selling salt.

Curious, Yao Ran approached a worker and asked, "Is this salt extracted from seawater?"

The worker looked up and smiled. "Yes, but it's safe to consume. We use high temperatures to burn the salt after extraction, ensuring no viruses are present."

Looking at the burnt yellow color of the salt, Yao Ran knew he was telling the truth.

Seeing her interest, the worker politely asked, "Would you like to buy some?"

Yao Ran looked at the price tag, noting that 50 grams of salt cost five kilograms of food. Considering she could earn over 10 kilograms per day by planting food or producing water, she found the price reasonable.

As she looked around, Yao Ran noticed a blackboard on the wall and asked, "Are you also accepting material exchanges?"

The worker nodded and explained, "Yes. Survivors can leave supplies they don't need here and list their needs at the same time."

"We then exchange the supplies with people who need them and have the items others are looking for. The store charges a small service fee when the transaction is complete."

Listening to his explanation, Yao Ran raised her brows slightly. 'So this is an official middleman. Although the handling fee is low, it's far less flexible compared to Brother Yuan's business model.'

Yao Ran then looked at the list on the blackboard and thought, 'Most of the items they are trading are worn-out clothes, shoes, and other useless things, while the demand is mainly for food, water, and medicine. This business must be slow.'

After scanning the list, Yao Ran lost interest. She turned to the worker and said, "There is nothing I want from the list. I will come back another time."

It was common for survivors not to find what they needed, so the worker smiled and replied, "Please visit again."

Leaving the store, Yao Ran wandered around until she reached the docking and unloading area.

Just as she was about to leave, someone suddenly shouted in panic, "Who has medicine? Who has quick-acting heart-saving pills?"

The man shouted for a while, but the onlookers could only watch helplessly. After so many disasters, most people no longer had any medicine left.

Seeing that no one could help, the men commanded, "Quick, take Grandpa to the hospital."

While the others were panicking, the old man held on to the man's hand, breathing heavily.

After a few seconds, he spoke with difficulty, "I'm fine. I just need to rest for a moment. The hospital has run out of medicine. There is no point in going there and troubling the doctor."

Hearing this, the man clenched his fists and said, "Grandpa, your condition can't be delayed any longer."

The old man shook his head. "I know my own body. Don't waste the effort."

His medicine had run out long ago, but he kept silent because he knew how difficult it was to find more. Rather than let his grandson be exploited by greedy black market dealers, he chose to endure the pain.

Watching his grandfather's pale face as he clutched his chest in pain, the man grew anxious and tried to persuade him.