I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 980 - 1070: Brother Countries Really Are Poor—All They’ve Got Left Is Oil

Chapter 980: Chapter 1070: Brother Countries Really Are Poor—All They’ve Got Left Is Oil

The mere consumption of canned meat took up more than half by the merchants, yet they still gritted their teeth and completed the exchange. After this batch of canned meat, who knows when there will be more meat again?

Jing Shu watched and squinted her eyes in thought, considering whether to process more synthetic meat in the future. If it doesn’t work out, maybe transport it to Iran to sell at a high price? She then shook her head, realizing that synthetic meat was in short supply domestically, and transporting it would be costly. Setting up a factory over here would involve various confidential issues, and if they had to trade for oil, they would have to organize a caravan.

The cost and price of transporting oil were really high.

Oh, this was a one-time deal, such a pity.

However, since meat was so expensive, she might be able to trade with wealthy merchants for some good items. After all, she had plenty of meat.

The majority of goods obtained from Dila’s warehouse had to be brought here to be exchanged for oil.

The canned meat indeed traded for a considerable amount of oil. Next up were various storable foods, and they were also exchanged for oil at very good prices.

Old Zhou made the decision to bring out some beer for trade.

The strange plants growing on the dozen or so following ships grew too fast. Now there were only about a dozen ships of beer left. Originally, they intended to sell them to Hansi, but after those incidents, it was too full, now they could only sell to their Iranian brothers.

The price for the Iranian brothers couldn’t be high naturally.

When the massive barrels of beer, emitting a fragrant aroma, were rolled out, the whole trading hall fell silent for a moment before noise erupted.

In this apocalypse, beer is a luxury, especially here in Iran, where poor people can hardly have enough to eat. Even if half the people in Huaxia could have a beer occasionally to treat themselves, here probably only a tiny fraction could afford it.

"I said, the Huaxia Team brought some good stuff!"

"This stuff smells so good, it’s simply too aromatic."

"Do you think this stuff is expensive?"

"Who cares if it’s expensive, even if it’s pricier than the cans, I want some."

Anang said, "These beers were initially meant to be sold to the Middle East side from Huaxia, but some mistakes happened along the way, so some are sold to us too.

However, the government already signed a contract to purchase 50 tons at the price of one barrel of oil for one barrel of beer. Huaxia people don’t like trouble, so they sell individually like this as well, but all by barrels. This opportunity isn’t frequent—"

"What? It’s actually that cheap?"

"Luckily I brought hundreds of tons of crude oil today, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to buy much."

"This price is definitely very reasonable, I had been searching for booze on the Black Market for a long time, and finally smuggled a few cases from the Middle East at ten times the price."

"I’ll take 1 ton!"

"I’ll take 5 tons!"

Soon, the beer from these dozen or so ships was almost all sold.

Someone in the Huaxia Team blinked: "Weren’t we saying the Iranian brothers were really poor? And here they are buying beer by the ton?"

"Yeah, the Iranian brothers are desperately poor, they have nothing left now except oil. According to the latest data, if they exploit it recklessly, their underground oil will only last for about 200 more years. Tell me, isn’t that a sad thing?"

"Ah—yes, it is quite sad."

"But don’t you think that exchanging 1 ton of oil for 1 ton of beer is—unbelievably profitable for us?"

"Whoever says they’re poor, I swear I’ll smack the shoe sole next time!"

Jing Shu coughed: "It’s a 1:1 exchange here, but if we go to Arabia, it would be at least 2:1."

Big Yellow Teeth twitched a corner of his mouth, "2:1? What do you mean?"

Yang Yang beside him said: "It means 2 tons of oil for 1 ton of beer."

Big Yellow Teeth opened his mouth wide: "Are you crazy? Can’t be, right?"

Yang Yang nodded: "It’s a pity though, as we can’t go there now, but it’s okay."

After the beer was exchanged, it was time for some cigarettes.

The merchants’ oil was running low, and some started contacting family members or friends, or simply borrowed from the government on credit.

For them, oil was something they could get as they had oil bases. As long as they had time and hired more people, they could get it.

But if they missed out on today’s supplies, they’d have to regret it later.

Moreover, the goods brought by Huaxia were of top quality, and the items obtained by Dila’s team were also good stuff.

Even if there were unsold and unpopular goods, Anang would directly decide to buy them all with oil.

Mama Has and Jie looked on, speaking with a sarcastic tone: "I see, it’s not that the government needs procurement, he just embezzled public funds to buy them first. These are all good things, and in a few days, he will organize an auction nationwide, and he’ll earn at least half a profit."

Jie opened his eyes and nodded: "That’s right, everyone else didn’t have any, and the Huaxia team needed to rush, no time to sell individually, Anang has this financial power and authority."

Mama Has’s eyes turned red with jealousy.

Jie said: "It’s good enough that we can save our lives."

Goods were passing by quickly one after another, and despite the warm and cozy auction inside, outside, dozens of stat officers from the Huaxia team were counting oil goods, and Anang’s people were also transporting oil.

Barrels of crude oil were being packed into large containers, needing land transport to reach the coast, then onto the Huaxia team’s ships.

The auction was nearing its end.

Anang said: "Gentlemen, ladies, the wholesale products are now over, now it’s time for both sides to freely trade, please feel free to start any free trade you have available."