After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 173

Baron Smith. Her Biggest Tax Payer.

As hyperactive and horizontally blessed as always, he chatted excitedly with his team members about some developments in the territory.

Speaking of this guy, his furniture/wood/toy store not only sold a lot of products, he also bought and rented a lot of properties. In total, this guy had hired almost a hundred people on his own. This increased the spending power of the people by leaps and bounds.

Next to her, he contributed the most to the current economy.

A very good taxpayer, indeed.

As they approached, she could hear them discussing excitedly. "Did you see the latest mission?"

"The one for capturing Gugu birds?"

"It wasn’t a territory mission, was it?"

"No it was the Altheans."

Altheans?

Althea’s eyebrows furrowed. And her eyes twitched, realizing what team they were referring to.

Nononono—

They didn’t name their team after her, did they? Oh g—

Baron whipped his head to see her there, and he visibly brightened. He raised his hand to greet her.

"Speaking of which, here’s the boss!"

Althea rubbed her temples.

Baron didn’t seem to notice how her face turned a beet green. Instead, he raised his hand and greeted very loudly, "Hi boss of Altheans! Woodworkers here!"

Do they make team names now? And why did they all sound so stupid?

She sighed and plastered a smile on her face as she walked forward. "Hello, good morning."

"Good morning Ms. Althea~ We were just talking about your team. We’re so curious about the mission Ms. Sheila sent out through the village center—the Gugu thingy one. Could it be what I thought?"

"Hmmm." Althea nodded. "It’s basically local chickens. Beasts that were relatively weak but with high fecundity."

"OH?!" He exclaimed and everyone looked at her with bright eyes, wanting to know more. "How’s the taste."

"It is edible. Its meat was also softer than beasts and could be used as livestock. We heard it from Oslo."

Among the NPCs, it could be said Oslo was the most approachable, so she used his name without thinking. Anyway, she knew he wouldn’t mind.

That guy was so approachable that a lot of Terrans called him ’Brother Oslo’.

Rumor said that he already made a girlfriend… or two. And they still cooperated very well.

Anyway, the news of potential livestock in the territory energized everyone. "Chickens!! We’re going to have chickens!!"

"Well, it shouldn’t taste exactly the same."

"It doesn’t matter!" Baron said, looking at her like a sycophant. "Sell some to me, okay? I’m willing to buy twice the value!"

Although he could send out a mission under his name, it would feel a bit low. Not to mention, he had no idea about the characteristics of the bird.

It was still more cost-effective to go through Althea instead.

Besides, he and Oslo… they really didn’t get along well.

The altercation between those two was no secret. Sheila and Harold gossiped about it for a whole dinner.

"Sure. You can also rent a farm and raise your own livestock farm.

"That’s… a good idea." He said, "But I have too much on my plate now. Maybe we’d just raise them for the team."

"Congratulations on your expansion by the way." She said, "I heard you have nearly a hundred people working for you."

Baron scratched his cheek shyly. "Well, so many people came here, and there was no furniture. Furniture is a very time-consuming job and the demand is very good."

Speaking of which, the dormitories now had full double-deck rooms, saving space for the users. There were also tables and chairs.

It had to be noted that all this furniture was commissioned at the cost of the occupants themselves, which would be donated to the building when they left the dormitories. So even if they saved up to move out, they left the furniture in the room for the next person.

It was a culture of ’passing forward’ that started somehow the past week or so.

It was all very convenient.

Not to mention, because the makers were the same group, the beds had a uniform appearance, making it look all organized and nice.

Baron couldn’t take all the credit. "I was lucky to get to know talents." He said, embarrassed, "Besides, you don’t hire any less. You even contribute more variety.

"Also, you yourself are the technical talent. I think you are amazing!"

"Thank you," she said, "Well, it’s all so we could live well, right?"

Baron smiled, his head turning to his team with happy smiles. As he stared, he couldn’t help but remember the people they lost before they found this safe haven they now called ’home’.

"Indeed." He repeated, eyes warming. "Everything is just so we could live well."