Fresh meat cans... Even the nobles living in the inner circle mostly eat mutated beef and artificially ripened vegetables every day. That front desk trader even suspected that his scanner was malfunctioning, because what was displayed on the screen was actually...

Fresh beef, storage period: 127 days, harmful substances far below the edible threshold. Ingredient quality—perfect!

Meat itself was already a luxury, yet the fresh beef this person brought out... it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it the luxury of luxuries. This kind of thing had basically disappeared from the post-apocalyptic world. There probably wasn’t a single non-mutated fat cow left on the entire Earth. Even if there was, it would likely be in the distant north, where radiation levels were relatively low.

In the Sixth District, or rather, across the entire wasteland, most people had no chance to eat healthy food. Usually, survivors chose to fill their stomachs with nutrient compounds. Those things, made from the protein tissue of mutated creatures, naturally didn’t taste good—barely edible at best.

Being able to eat “green food” at every meal—probably only Jason Carter could afford such extravagance in the whole wasteland.

What was even more outrageous was that this guy actually complained that canned food didn’t taste as good as fresh food...

“There’s still quite a lot left.”

“Please proceed to the VIP room for settlement. A dedicated trader will assist you.” The front desk trader gave Jason Carter a slight smile and quickly completed the procedures for him. Before long, an attractive lady walked up to Jason Carter.

“This way, sir, please.” The female trader gave Jason Carter a mysterious smile, then turned and led the two of them toward the VIP room with a graceful, catlike walk. The reason for handling the transaction in the VIP room was also to protect client confidentiality. If someone were to haul out a pile of valuables in the main hall, they probably wouldn’t make it a hundred meters out of the Sixth District.

As the wooden door opened, a faint aroma of tea wafted over. The classical wooden table and genuine leather sofa, the incense burner in the middle of the tea table, and the exquisite purple clay teapot all exuded a refined elegance. This VIP room really did have the feel of a modern tea house.

“Please come in, sir.” Standing at the door, the beautiful female trader lowered her eyes and bowed slightly, a tantalizing hint of cleavage showing at her chest. Standing to the side, Miss Grace Bennett narrowed her eyes, a playful smile curling at her lips.

For some reason, the look in the beautiful trader’s eyes made him a little uneasy, as if she was about to devour him.

But Jason Carter didn’t think much of it and stepped into the VIP room.

Just as the beautiful trader was about to enter and close the door behind her, Grace Bennett also walked in nonchalantly.

The beautiful trader glanced at Grace Bennett with a hint of surprise and displeasure. However, the brash Miss Grace Bennett glared right back without the slightest courtesy.

Glancing at Grace Bennett’s impressive chest, the beautiful trader pursed her lips in frustration, but kept a polite smile on her face as she quietly closed the door.

Jason Carter naturally had no idea about this brief exchange that happened in just a few seconds.

Any transaction over 100 crystal points had to be conducted in the VIP room—partly out of caution, and partly to win over “big clients.” VIP rooms were associated with special services; this was no secret in the Sixth District.

“Professional” female traders earned tips through special services, while the exchange’s management could receive “positive reviews” from big clients. In a sense, it was a win-win situation.

But since Miss Grace Bennett was here, this female trader’s tip was obviously out of the question.

After a quick count, the transaction was settled in no time: 20 cans of perfect-quality meat, and the exchange offered a generous price of 50 crystal points each. After all, these cans were more than just food—they could be called luxury goods. If these cans were brought to the wealthy in the inner circle, the price could probably double and still sell out.

That’s the logic behind “rarity makes things precious.”

Because of this, Grace Bennett had complained to Jason Carter countless times, but Jason Carter didn’t care at all—in fact, he was secretly delighted.

How much could a can be worth? Yet, 1 crystal point could instantly charge the jump wristband by 10%! That meant he no longer had to risk stealing electricity.

No matter how you looked at it, this was a great deal.

“Do you know what the VIP room is for?” Walking through the bustling market, Grace Bennett suddenly spoke up.

“Hm? A place for bulk transactions?” Jason Carter was taken aback, not understanding why she was asking.

“Pfft.” Grace Bennett suddenly clutched her stomach and laughed, quite unladylike. “I knew you didn’t know.”

“I don’t see what’s so funny.” Jason Carter looked at Grace Bennett speechlessly.

After laughing enough, Grace Bennett suddenly leaned in close to his ear, a teasing look on her face.

“It’s a place that offers special services.”

Jason Carter felt a breath of air on his ear, sending a pleasant tingle across his scalp. But he was already used to Grace Bennett’s occasional teasing, so instead of blushing and jumping away like before, he shamelessly put on an expression of enjoyment.