With the experience of mastering skills, this time with the switch to level 2 talent, Cheng Ye dared not be careless in the slightest.
Before even entering the main city, he gave Uncle Dong a call in advance to ask if there was any more nutrient paste available.
Perhaps because the morning's rush to hoard goods nearly sparked a major riot, the Public Works Bureau surprisingly had more supplies delivered in the afternoon, and strictly ordered all shops to sell at the fixed price of 2 coins. If high prices were discovered, the penalty would be a fine ten times the amount or revocation of the sales permit.
"I got six boxes here, don't worry, it's enough."
"Good."
Uncle Dong's voice on the phone seemed unusual, but Cheng Ye didn't have time to think about it.
For just as he reached the main city entrance from the suburbs, he saw the road was again tightly blocked by sandbags, leaving only a narrow gap.
