Zhang Hong instantly had a grasp of the situation, and she pointed to one of the vehicles in her convoy:
"A pickup truck full of food, in exchange for this Crystal Core Synthesizer, do we have a deal?"
It was an off-road pickup truck, its bed filled with sacks seemingly containing rice.
The food in this truck, even for those with large appetites, would last for a very long time. For those in need of food, the price was not low.
She thought that Wang Tao and the other two were in need of food, as Wang Tao had no vehicle and could only carry so much luggage, which certainly couldn't hold much food.
But Wang Tao shook his head.
"Sorry, I'm not short of food right now."
Wang Tao was telling the truth. Previously, he had converted all the food from the granary into nutrient solutions, and he had plenty of it. The three of them couldn't finish it in the short term, so he wasn't short of food at the moment.
However, Zhang Hong saw this as nothing more than a bargaining tactic.
