“Holy shit, the Suit Boss has spoken!”
“Wuwuwu, I can finally buy equipment.
Without weapons in the newbie phase, I didn’t even dare move!”
“Same here.
I’ve been stuck at home for days.
I can’t use any of the high-level gear in my backpack, so I don’t dare go out to kill zombies and level up.”
“I wonder what tier of equipment Suit Boss will sell.
I’ve got tons of gold—just give me a set of purple gear!”
…
With Chen Han’s appearance, the World Channel exploded again.
Everyone was waiting for him to sell equipment.
Since Chen Han hoarded so much newbie gear, anyone with half a brain knew he’d eventually sell it—so they’d been waiting.
His private messages were overflowing.
Many people wanted private deals, saying higher prices were fine—mainly because if he posted them on the Trading Market, they might not get anything.
Chen Han ignored all these messages.
There were too many, and he couldn’t possibly sell piece by piece.
Before listing the equipment, Chen Han checked the market.
Opening the newbie equipment category, he saw it was nearly empty.
Occasionally, a player would list something.
But in less than a second, anything listed was instantly bought.
Before the apocalypse game descended, white gear cost about 100 gold, blue gear 300, pink 500, purple 1000.
But the white newbie protective suit he saw earlier had sold for fifty thousand gold!
What did that mean?
The price had multiplied by five hundred times!
But that was just an anomaly.
Once he released equipment in bulk, prices wouldn’t stay that high.
According to his memories from his previous life, equipment on Day One could rise about a hundredfold.
Meaning a piece of white newbie gear could sell for ten thousand gold.
But that was only for the first day.
Once more weapons circulated and people could fight zombies, more loot would appear.
Players would put their extra gear onto the market, lowering prices.
And Chen Han wasn’t planning to sell that high—after all, he needed Lü Bufan to earn money, right?
So Chen Han listed fifty thousand pieces of equipment at fifty times the original price.
White gear: 30,000 pieces, single price 5,000 gold.
Blue gear: 15,000 pieces, single price 15,000 gold.
Pink gear: 4,500 pieces, single price 25,000 gold.
Purple gear: 500 pieces, single price 50,000 gold.
Compared to the ridiculous prices currently on the market, his prices were downright compassionate.
He wasn’t worried about demand.
With over a hundred million veteran [Doomsday Dawn] players, plenty had tons of gold saved up.
For example, white gear at 5,000 gold—weapon, suit, and shoes together cost only 15,000.
To Chen Han’s surprise, the fifty thousand items were instantly sold out.
[“White Newbie Protective Suit” purchased by player “Unrestrained Wind”, you earned 5,000 gold.]
[“Purple Newbie Katana” purchased by player “Ueno Tarō”, you earned 50,000 gold.]
[“Purple Newbie Axe” purchased by player “James”, you earned 50,000 gold.]
…
A stream of notifications flooded his screen.
In just moments, Chen Han received over five hundred million gold.
That’s right—just the first batch already recovered all the gold he spent hoarding gear.
And those fifty thousand items were only one-fiftieth of his inventory!
He had hoarded more than two million newbie items.
The fifty thousand he released seemed like a lot, but with tens of billions of people on Blue Star, it was nothing.
The World Channel exploded again.
“What the hell, that little amount of gear wasn’t enough—I couldn’t get anything!”
“Damn it, it was gone in a blink!”
“I saw it—purple gear at fifty thousand gold.
Why the hell didn’t I buy it?!”
“The Suit Thug is profiteering during a world crisis—what a sinister man!”
“You idiot above—fifty thousand is nothing.
It’s the apocalypse!
Is money more important than your life?!”
“Exactly!
Suit Boss is being generous.
Purple gear at fifty thousand—others were selling white gear at fifty thousand and you’re still complaining.”
“I couldn’t buy any!
Help!
Suit Boss, release another batch!”
Messages flew endlessly—insults, blame, begging, everything.
But clearly, complaints were the loudest.
Chen Han didn’t care.
No matter what price he set, someone would complain.
Set high prices, and rich players said you were profiteering.
Set low prices, and poor players guilt-tripped you to give things away.
And even if you gave things away, not everyone would get one—so they’d still curse you.
But Ling Feng was right: by doing this publicly, Chen Han had put himself under the spotlight.
Once the world calmed down, he would become everyone’s target.
“At a time like this, I need a scapegoat.”
As Chen Han spoke, his phone rang.
“Who is it?
Lü Bufan?” Ling Xue leaned over curiously.
“Who else?
Looks like Uncle Ling guessed perfectly.” Chen Han answered.
Lü Bufan’s voice came through the line.
He got straight to the point.
“Brother Chen, we’ve cooperated for years.
There’s big business now—how could you forget me?”
“How about we partner up?
You’ve got plenty of gear.
Let me help share the load.”
Hearing this, Chen Han smiled.
Everything was unfolding exactly as expected.
“No need.
I can take my time selling.
Who would ever complain about earning too much money?” Chen Han didn’t agree immediately.
“Oh?
You refuse?”
Lü Bufan chuckled from the other end.
“Do you know how many people are eyeing your resources right now?
Quite a few are trying to dig up your home address.”
“Tell me—if your address leaks, how many people do you think will come trouble you?”
Hearing this, Chen Han smirked.
“Are you threatening me?”
“No, no.
You’re no ordinary person now.
I just want to cooperate—win-win, right?” Lü Bufan spoke confidently, certain he had Chen Han cornered.
The twenty-plus people around him listened with smug smiles.
Their boss was amazing—just one trick and he had Chen Han in his grasp.
Chen Han pretended to hesitate.
“Win-win is fine.
But you must promise not to leak my address.
I can sell to you—but it has to be at market price!”
“Oh no, that won’t do.
Your prices are too expensive.
I can’t afford that.” Lü Bufan crossed his legs, growing even more arrogant.
“One hundred million.
I want fifty thousand items!”
“Hiss—!”
Even Li Chuanqi and the others gasped.
This wasn’t cooperation—this was robbery!
But they clearly believed Chen Han had no choice and kept pressing.
In the end, Chen Han “had no choice but to agree”.
This made Lü Bufan’s group ecstatic.
“Amazing!
Truly a business mastermind!” Zhang Yanghui and the others looked at him with worship.