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Night fell.
Since the boss had gone to negotiate a deal and hadn't returned, the caravan set up camp on the open space outside the south gate of Outpost Base.
Enticed by the fragrant aroma wafting from the front of the North Gate of Outpost Base, two caravan guards slipped out of the camp at mealtime, intending to exchange their chips for some food.
However, to their surprise, when they boldly slapped their chips onto the table, they were met not with the obsequiousness they expected from these country bumpkins.
Instead…
Contempt?
The two guards were momentarily stunned.
They must have seen it wrong.
"Damn it, not these plastic pieces again?"
Zhang Hai, with his back to the customers, cursed under his breath and raised his flour-dusted fist to tap the price board beside him, speaking in non-standard United Human language.
"Chips, ten."
Ten chips?!
The eyes of the two caravan guards bulged, suspecting they had misheard.
Their daily wage was only ten chips!
