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Emerging from the harrowing battle, Leng Fengyang and his team once again demonstrated their seamless collaboration and trust in one another. As the Snow Leopard fell, everything around them seemed to momentarily settle into silence, with only the howling wind and snow remaining, carrying a hint of apocalyptic chill and resilience.
Though relief was evident on their faces after surviving the ordeal, fatigue was hard to mask.
"Let's not rush to relax; we need to deal with this Snow Leopard quickly. The weather is too cold, and the smell of blood could attract those damned corpses," Leng Fengyang's voice was steady and powerful, swiftly breaking the silence. His gaze reflected the responsibility and decisiveness of a team leader.
A Yan and Luo Shanhe sprang into action at his words. They carefully dragged the Snow Leopard to a more concealed patch of snow. Luo Shanhe, being a robust man, took charge of skinning and deboning it, moving with practiced speed to minimize heat loss.
A Yan searched for dry twigs deep in the snow to prepare a fire. Soon, a bonfire blazed brightly in the snow, casting a warm glow on every human face around and dispelling the surrounding chill.
Holding a dagger, Leng Fengyang skewered the cut pieces of Snow Leopard meat onto a blood-stained rebar and slowly placed it over the flames. The fat dripped into the fire with a sizzling sound, releasing an enticing aroma that wafted through the air, making their mouths water.
In this desperate escape, being able to smell roasting meat felt like an extravagant luxury, reminding the three of simpler times when life was peaceful.
"This is my first time tasting Snow Leopard meat; it's quite a rare delicacy. If this were in the old days, we would definitely be thrown in jail for it. Guess we’re lucky today," Luo Shanhe joked, his smile reflecting both anticipation for the food and pride in their teamwork.
Gathered around the bonfire, they shared this hard-earned meal. The cold wind still howled fiercely, but at that moment, their hearts were filled with warmth and strength.
After feasting, Leng Fengyang proposed an idea: "In this freezing weather, what we lack most are warm clothes. We can't finish all this roasted meat; perhaps we could find a way to sell it to someone for some thick winter coats."
"This place feels like it’s from the prehistoric glacial era; I haven’t seen a single soul around. Who would buy our roasted meat?" A Yan shivered from the cold. While he acknowledged Leng Fengyang's idea, he knew that conditions here were not suitable for trade.
"Have you forgotten that I carry a system with me?" Leng Fengyang said as he opened the System Panel with his mind. He first checked the message center—no private messages—then browsed through global and local channels. Aside from some complaints about the apocalypse, there was nothing more valuable.
Entering the Trading Center again, Leng Fengyang discovered an array of goods far beyond what they had imagined. Not only were there everyday necessities like food, water, and medicine, but also rare seeds, high-tech equipment, and even antique collectibles. It seemed that even in this end times scenario, people were maintaining some form of order and trade in their own ways.
Crucially, Leng Fengyang keenly observed that several transactions hinted at people's deep desire to improve their quality of life. Roasted meat was precisely what they sought to enhance their living conditions.
"Look, A Yan! This is our opportunity!"
Leng Fengyang excitedly pointed at the entries on the Trading Center screen, showing A Yan, "As the saying goes, rarity increases value. Look at this Snow Leopard Barbecue; it's definitely a rare gem. We can take this opportunity to raise the price and exchange it for more urgently needed winter supplies."
"Raising the price might be a bit much..." A Yan hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. She gently rubbed her hands, which had grown stiff from the cold, secretly wishing for a thick cotton coat to provide warmth and comfort.
Lost in thought, she couldn't help but imagine how wonderful it would be to snuggle up next to Leng Fengyang and share that warmth. However, realizing her own thoughts made her cheeks flush slightly. With a shy smile, she averted her gaze, avoiding Leng Fengyang's eyes.
In business, there are no friends; especially in this harsh world, whoever holds scarce resources has the power to dictate terms. "A-Feng, don't be soft-hearted; let's go big," Luo Shanhe advised, understanding the cruel reality of survival. No one would care about personal relationships or easily let down their guard to trust those who seemed warm-hearted.
His words carried a sense of resolve and helplessness but also revealed a tenacity and wisdom in seeking survival amidst despair.
Upon hearing this, Leng Fengyang gazed into the distance, his thoughts drifting back to a time when prosperity reigned but now lay in ruins. He understood that while Luo Shanhe's words were harsh, they represented the most genuine survival rule in this world.
"Lao Luo is right; let's play it big," Leng Fengyang declared as he brilliantly posted a trading announcement about the Snow Leopard Barbecue on the Trading Center platform, attaching an enticing photo of the barbecue that instantly stirred up a wave of excitement in the virtual space.
The reason this trading information surged to the top of the hot list with such force was due to the rare and tempting delicacy of Snow Leopard Barbecue. It was not just a dish but an extraordinary experience for taste buds that sparked curiosity and longing among countless diners and traders.
"Wow, what a long-lost delicacy! When will we see the dawn again in these times and regain our freedom to enjoy barbecues?"
"Exactly! Mentioning barbecues makes me think of Snow Leopard meat—it's luxury upon luxury! How did you manage that? Are you perhaps the legendary hunter who conquered the king of snow-capped mountains all by yourself?"
"Haha, you’re not trying to pass off beef as Snow Leopard meat, are you? That’s ridiculous! But honestly, trading ten duck down coats for it is indeed shocking. Yet in this age of scarce resources, every bite is a delicacy!"
The comments section buzzed with discussions—mostly complaints and envy—but no one placed an order. This made Luo Shanhe feel anxious as he remarked, "A-Feng, these keyboard warriors are all talk."
Just when Leng Fengyang thought this trade was going nowhere, a message bubble popped up in the corner of the light blue screen. A Yan exclaimed excitedly, "A-Feng, private message!"
Leng Fengyang tapped on the flashing bubble, entering the message center where someone named Youthful Regret's Vest had sent a message.
"I only have three cotton coats. I want to eat barbecue—three large cotton coats, all goddess styles—plus a box of instant noodles, a bag of rice, two liters of mineral water, and a box of sanitary pads. Will you trade?"
The other party presented quite an array of items with some sincerity; however, the last item—the sanitary pads—was somewhat jarring. Just as Leng Fengyang was about to ask for a different item in exchange, A Yan quickly typed on the screen.
"It can be traded; but regarding that last item—it must be fulfilled; otherwise, no deal."
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