550: Chapter 530: Sweeping Goods 550: Chapter 530: Sweeping Goods When Lu Ping’an returned, he was quite accurate with his timing.
There were only three days left before the “flight” back to Earth.
However, upon receiving the latest “airline schedule,” he was surprised to find two additional flights in five and nine days.
The reason was simple: the newly-joined local deities were preparing to disconnect and head to Earth.
Although they would take their “own people,” they would probably only leave spots for “useful people,” so it was normal for so Explorer quota.
After so contemplation, Lu Ping’an still booked the closest flight.
After all, no one knows whether the newly-joined gods would pull so tricks, let alone…
“It’s better not to stay in the Holy City.
It feels like if I stay two more days, sothing will happen.”
When he stumbled upon a confrontation between two Quasi-Gods, who almost started fighting and destroyed the neighborhood, he decided to leave as soon as possible.
As the local Doomsday progress bar rapidly increased, Quasi-Gods, God Corpses, and Ancient Gods appeared on this land.
Stronger beings would naturally enter the stage quickly.
“Um, many people probably haven’t reached the minimum requirent to train on this level battlefield.
So who just arrived must leave soon and will suffer a loss.”
Rational and ungreedy people at this ti would consider retreating; the significantly shortened training ti would naturally disrupt most people’s exploration plans.
“…Selling a few tickets couldn’t possibly result in a loss.
It’s just a matter of earning more or less.”
From Lu Ping’an’s perspective, he didn’t want this “event” to fail on a large scale.
That would an the entire Earth’s Explorer Plan would be hindered.
But with just a little thought, the current gains alone…
mortals gained huge profits from the tickets, Quasi-Gods and Gold-tier mbers obtained further opportunities, and even Earth itself attracted new gods and rules.
“…Everyone made a profit.
Who lost?”
The answer was obvious, but the victims probably couldn’t speak out anymore.
After setting the ti, Lu Ping’an and his group began doing their final cleanup work.
“Ti is tight; we must hurry.”
The first thing to do was to clear the local “currency”…
when selling the tickets, Lu Ping’an inevitably collected a large amount of local currency and resources that could only be used locally.
Moreover, the smugglers in the Life Courtyard had a lot of official currency, vouchers, and other local wealth, which needed to be liquidated directly.
At the sa ti, Lu Ping’an had a large amount of food, expired wooden knight equipnt, and failed semi-finished products in his hands.
These items were of no use to bring back and could be sold locally for valuable local specialties and items with practical value.
“How to put it?
It’s pretty dark and a loss.”
Lu Ping’an didn’t send everyone out.
There were too many monsters, demons, and ghosts in the city, and even he reduced his outings to avoid unnecessary trouble and enemies.
He sent out so agents, including professional rchants and trustworthy mbers from his own team.
With Catherine and her mother leading the way, they ford a small team to handle the sale and purchase of goods for those who couldn’t go outside.
However, due to the sheer number of people doing this, the returns were extrely low.
Especially the local credit currency (paper money), which was now only accepted by miserable ordinary people.
Even banks and stores began to reject it…and they were too lazy to engage in such low-profit and unrighteous acts.
Many people directly threw out a large amount of paper money, which in turn caused the local financial market to collapse completely.
As for land deeds, agency rights, and franchise rights, these “old age hard currency” beca complete trash.
“This market is in total chaos now.”
In the market, there were plenty of good things.
Many “war refugees” who had traveled a long way ca with nurous treasures.
However, all they wanted were either spaceship tickets or “future treatnt.”
But their so-called family heirlooms often weren’t worth a single ticket, even after heavily discounted prices.
As a result, they held onto their only remaining treasures and dared not sell them.
In the end, this was because the local currency had collapsed, and there was no trustworthy general equivalent.
Bartering beca the bizarre mainstream trading thod…
If it weren’t for the fact that the area was too dangerous, Lu Ping’an would have opened a trading bank here and made a fortune.
“Maybe in the future, when my strength is enough, I can make more money in this area.”
However, the reality was that many people in the Life Courtyard who were originally wealthy were now penniless.
Once they arrived on the other side, they would have to start working from the bottom as indebted laborers.
Naturally, so people complained and then proposed staying longer to see if anything changed.
“Alright, sign this confidentiality agreent, then you can leave.
The ticket fee?
Since you voluntarily jump ship, it’s non-refundable.”
Lu Ping’an was quite straightforward, even taking out confidentiality agreents.
Whoever wanted to leave first could sign it and leave.
But out of the ten confidentiality agreents, no one picked up even one.
Worldly possessions couldn’t compare to one’s life…
The majority of people in the Life Courtyard couldn’t match the market value of a single spaceship ticket in terms of their contributions and worth.
Lu Ping’an didn’t give in and just gave them a little warning.
While selling their goods frantically, Lu Ping’an’s side also tried to make purchases.
He swept up local Magic Plants and Demons…normal spaceship tickets had weight restrictions for goods, and “living things” had fixed slot restrictions.
Most people didn’t have the ability to bring local flora and fauna with them.
But for Lu Ping’an, these were all treasures, and they were very cheap to purchase.
A small accident occurred at this ti.
Due to eating too many Newborn Magic Plants and New Species Demons, the Life Courtyard grew slightly, and the previously full-ticket quota had so extra tickets.
“What?
Now a ticket can be sold for just one high-quality Brass-level weapon?”
The recently plumting market prices left many Explorers speechless…
Of course, the main reason was that soone had hoarded too many goods, resulting in a scarcity of high-quality Taboo items in the Holy City Black Market.
Truth-level items couldn’t compare to Earth’s Rule-level items.
Since they were extrely rare, they couldn’t be used as trade equivalents.
And during the last few days before each hotown ship left, spaceship tickets were at their cheapest…
Too many people were eager to empty their hands, and their malicious competition drastically lowered ticket prices.
A part of them even began using the God of Travelers’ teleportation to gamble one last ti outside.
This door-to-door service…ticket delivery could only be described as humans die for wealth while birds die for food.
A lot of people couldn’t sell all their tickets before leaving, so they found so locals and exchanged them for servants and such through long-term service contracts and loan contracts…
It seed the human resources market on Earth was about to welco a wave of foreign labor.
Just when Lu Ping’an thought everything would go smoothly in the last two days, soone approached him.
“Two Your Highnesses…
alright, three Your Highnesses, what are you looking for for?”
Several mbers of the Royal Family finally couldn’t help but take the initiative to find Lu Ping’an to talk.
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