Chapter 823: Positive Influence, Money Comes First! Part 2

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Su Mo walked away from the ticket booth and began understanding why the whole wasteland began to adhere to an exchanging system.

Putting aside the various disadvantages, the endorsement of the game pushed the idea that everything on the wasteland could be priced with exchange points to achieve a market price regulation.

This helped the markets in smaller areas to integrate with bigger places, so there was no development gap.

Looking at it from a long-term perspective, those who earned enough exchange points in the bigger places would likely spend it in smaller places so that they could live more lavishly than before.

Those in smaller places would also have greater motivation and strive to earn enough exchange points to get themselves a better platform to earn more points to improve their lives.

This virtuous cycle stimulated everyone in the wasteland not to slack off and always pursue the road of earning points.

By doing so, human infrastructures could be reproduced in the wasteland to a great extent and ensure that humans had enough resources to survive the disasters.

As for the foreign races, they did not reject the idea of exchange points either. After all, it benefited them as they could use it to exchange items they needed.

‘Exchange points allow everyone to buy everything.

‘Jobs, status, wealth, medical care, shelter, spouses, and even those things that can’t be priced on earth have a price here.

‘As long as I have enough points on hand, I could even get a mayor identity in the territory that I created myself!’

After understanding the essential core of this cycle, Su Mo gradually began not to reject this set of rules as much as he did in the beginning.

Any rules that had developed happened naturally.

Forcing a set of rules from another place to be implemented in this land would not necessarily achieve good results.

Similarly, taking the current wasteland world rules eight years later into the real wasteland would not necessarily cause it to develop into the current situation.

‘In conclusion, these rules are gold to hard-working people. As long as they work hard, they can constantly improve their status.

‘In contrast, it is hell for those who are lazy. It won’t take long before they are automatically eliminated from the wasteland and become useless.’

Su Mo nodded as he observed the ordinary residents working in the fields outside Prickly Pear and gradually began to return on the path home.

On the way, he was tempted by the waft of fragrance coming from a noodle shop and walked inside to have himself two big bowls of noodles.

The portion was satisfying and filling.

The taste was not too bad either. The noodle soup was paired with an unusual seasoning plant and had a very savory peppery flavor.

On top of that, two bowls of noodles cost only ten resource points, which were points circulated only in Green Fruit Territory.

According to Su Youzong’s fixed income of 200 points per month, he would definitely have a carefree life in Prickly Pear Town if he worked honestly.

After completely savaging the foot, Su Mo took away two more bowls and began to stroll back to the small western-style building.

“Youzong! You’re finally back!”

Su Mo pushed open the western-style building’s door open and saw Huang Xiaojuan talking to a businessman inside. She turned her head toward him and revealed a sweet smile.

Su Mo felt happy to see the dimples and beautifully blushed face after noticing the noodles he was carrying.

“Oh, Mr. Su is back. Alright. I won’t bargain with you. I’ll take the car for twenty exchange points!”

The second-hand dealer in charge of acquiring items acted generously as he pointed to the convi tricycle in the garage.

Su Youzong was infamous for being corrupt, and he would embezzle anything that passed through his hands.

However, it was undeniable that the convi tricycle was in a better condition than most.

The energy stone inside was not repeatedly used, and it was overall as good as new.

“Great! You’re easy to deal with!”

Hearing that the price was two exchange points higher than expected, Huang Xiaojuan maintained her smile and summoned the game panel to set up a transaction.

Three to four seconds later, the money arrived in her account. The second-hand dealer jumped on the convi tricycle and dashed off with it. Once again, this verified the importance of exchange points in the current wasteland.

“Youzong, I also found a buyer for the house. However, he said it would take two more days to accumulate exchange points. We can only wait for the time being.”

Huang Xiaojuan closed the courtyard gate and returned to the living room. She was like an excited butterfly reporting the process of her bargains with others.

Su Mo listened with a smile and opened the plastics in his hand, pouring the noodles into bowls on the dining table.

“You’ve worked hard, Xiaojuan.”

Initially, Su Mo was worried about sending out Xiaojuan to sell the stuff.

However, the results have proven that an eight-year survivor in the wasteland was better than those adults in the earlier stages, even though she was only in her twenties.

Whether it was a survival experience or her way of handling things, Huang Xiaojuan had acted incredibly maturely. She had the tactical shrewdness and experiences that were beyond her age.

“How can this be hard work to me? Compared to those farmers still working in the fields outside, we’re very fortunate to have gotten the news in advance.

“The commodities and housing prices here will drop more than tenfold if the foreign races conquer this place.”

Huang Xiaojuan’s words were muffled as she gobbled down her noddles and shook her head.

Although commoners such as farmers would not have to worry about their lives being in danger if the foreigners wanted to occupy Green Fruit Territory, they would still have to turn in all of their crops apart from their own portion if they were enslaved.

Under such circumstances, wanting to live a better life could only become a dream.

Being unable to see any hope in the wasteland would be a real hell for these people.

“We’ve got no other choice. We’re an agricultural territory and don’t have enough strength to resist.

Su Mo lightly tapped the tabletop, and his eyes wandered.