The young female boss in front of her seemed to rekindle hope.
If the food and supplies here could be sold in bulk, they could hold out longer on the front lines.
After all, in warfare, it's not just about strength but also resources.
"Tampons? How many do you want?" Charlotte squinted slightly, sensing the points beckoning to her.
Seeing a glimmer of hope, the woman's face flushed with excitement. She took two steps to the counter, leaning forward slightly. "How many do you have? I need at least a hundred packs!"
Charlotte examined her from top to bottom, lightly tapping the desk. Her tone remained calm. "Do you have spatial abilities? Can you carry that many?"
The woman froze. How could she forget such an important detail?! But then she thought about it; she would need a day or two to recover about 80% of her energy, after which she could return to the team and bring someone with spatial abilities to collect the supplies!
Suppressing her excitement, she spoke again. "Don't worry about that. I'll find a way. Do you have other items available in bulk? Like boxed meals or breakfast items?"
Food was more important than tampons.
Her ultimate goal was food.
She had observed earlier that there was no kitchen in the breakfast area, and the trays were piled high with food. There were only six customers in the hotel, clearly indicating that there was more food than people.
This suggested that the female boss had an abundance of food!
If she could buy half of it...
But Charlotte shook her head, shattering her hopes.
"Why?!" The woman leaned forward with an impatient expression, her eyes reddening. Her fingers, with prominent joints, gripped the desk tightly, the veins bulging.
"Do you know how we're struggling with hunger on the front lines?! — You could save our lives with this food!"
The woman almost let slip confidential information but fortunately caught herself.
This was an order from above: no spreading of information or inciting riots until the last moment. Violators would be executed on the spot.
Charlotte noted the explosive nature of her words. She lowered her gaze, her fingers unconsciously tapping the desk.
A moment later, she smiled again, her tone gentle. "Please don't worry, the food in the breakfast area cannot be sold according to the regulations, but the boxed meals in the hall can be taken out. If you need any, you can purchase them."
The woman's throat hurt, and she glanced back at the machines, quickly regaining her composure.
"How many can I buy at once?"
Charlotte crossed her fingers and stood straight, replying seriously, "The limit is 20 boxes, but you can only buy 15 boxes."
Seeing the woman's veins pop out again, Charlotte spoke before she could protest. "You have your insistence, but I also need to consider my customers. Not only is the limit 15 boxes, but there's also an additional 5 points per box for take-out."
The woman was stunned. She walked to the machines and touched the colorful images on them. After a moment, she rasped, almost as if joking, "You keep such precious items under everyone's noses. Aren't you afraid they'll be stolen?"
Charlotte was unconcerned. She ordered a serving of octopus balls from the food court, which instantly appeared in her hand.
The woman's pupils contracted.
The freshly made octopus balls emitted an irresistible aroma. The delicate bonito flakes curled from the heat. Charlotte picked one up, gently blew on it, and took a bite. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with an explosive taste.
She winked at the woman, her smile carrying a hint of malice.
"They wouldn't dare."
The woman fell silent.
In the hall, only the sound of Charlotte savoring the octopus balls could be heard.
At this moment, footsteps came from the depths of the corridor, and soon Jeremy appeared before them.
Noting the subtle atmosphere in the hall, he scanned the two of them with a nonchalant expression. He nodded slightly to Charlotte and intended to buy some laundry detergent and men's underwear.
Just as Charlotte was about to speak, Emma ran out from the corridor, shouting, "Brother, don't touch it! It's electrified!"
Jeremy quickly withdrew his hand.
It was Emma who had knocked on his door earlier, informing him of the washing machines and intimate clothing being sold on the first floor.
He had seen through Emma's intentions at a glance and sneered.
A toad wanting to eat swan meat.
Emma threw herself next to him, lifting her clean face and trying to look worried, her eyes filled with admiration and concern.
She grabbed Jeremy's sleeve anxiously and asked, "Brother, are you okay? Shopkeeper, how do you run your business? You don't even warn your customers! Surviving in the apocalypse is hard enough, and you're using electricity to prevent theft?!"
Emma had already considered how to phrase her complaints on the way.
Despite her clean face, her skin was rougher than before, nothing compared to the shopkeeper's!
She needed to show that the shopkeeper was malicious to highlight her own kindness and gentleness!
Emma looked at Charlotte with concealed satisfaction, eager to see how she would handle the situation. Hopefully, she would be like the previous salespeople!
Have you ever seen the aura of a young lady? Let's see it today!
But what was that Emma was holding? Octopus balls?
Indeed, Charlotte was stunned by Emma's middle-school-level rhetoric.
Such childish remarks actually happened to her?!
She sneered, retorting angrily, "Is your brain full of shit? Haven't the years of the apocalypse taught you how to speak? You can't even get enough to eat and still think about petty competition? You're eating my food, drinking my drinks, and staying in my place, and you still dare to speak disrespectfully to me?!"
"Bear, call the guest in Room 202 down!"
Standing aside, Bear stepped forward.
Emma panicked and quickly grabbed Bear. "Don't go! Don't call my sister! If you have any issues, come at me! Why call my sister and brother-in-law?"
She was completely flustered. The shopkeeper was not following the script. She couldn't leave them just yet! She hadn't attached herself to this person yet!
Emma's face turned pale as she grabbed Jeremy's sleeve again. "Brother, look at this shopkeeper. I didn't say anything, and she's already threatening to call my family!"
Jeremy withdrew his sleeve with disdain, looking at her as if she were an idiot.
Offending someone you shouldn't and trying to drag him down?
"Boss, I don't know her." Jeremy felt the need to clarify so he wouldn't be "misidentified" by the boss.
Charlotte nodded in understanding.
"You! How can you be like this?! I'm trying to help you, and you—" Emma's face was mortified, nearly in tears. "In these times, any base values human lives. Your behavior is wrong, tyrannical, and should be abolished!"
Charlotte realized this person was truly brave, provoking her again and again.
"Ha, shut your mouth!"
Suddenly, a transparent cube appeared around Emma, enclosing her tightly.
What is this?
Jeremy looked on thoughtfully.
Emma felt her body becoming immobile and her breathing difficult, realizing the boss was using her powers on her.
She was an ordinary person, unable to withstand it.
Emma's face turned redder, her neck veins protruding, and her expression became more twisted.
Is she... dying...?
Sister... help me...
As her head began to buzz and her vision blurred, a familiar figure appeared in front of her.
Sister...?
"Boss, my sister is still young and doesn't understand. She said those things without meaning it! I'll kneel before you, please spare her!"