The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 282

Chapter 282 Money Money Money

Chapter 282 Money Money Money

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With the security issue nearly settled, just one barrier remained–the five billion stellar coin deposit for the private shipping lane.

Elizabeth could hardly contain her excitement. Her hands practically vibrated as she rubbed thern together, unable to keep the grin off her face.

Everything was lined up. All she needed now was that miraculous injection of cash.

With the right team and the funds in hand, she could finally file the application for her private shipping lane. That would give her a legitimate, legal route to the stars.

If she owned her own lane, she could travel between planets whenever she wanted, hunting down real meat for her table. Even better, she’d be able to register a proper interstellar shop and launch her online storefront.

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No more exhausting trips to Mercury Plaza on Centria Planet. No more being limited by what I could physically carry.

Time to make real money.

She needed to

her profits, and fast.

Elizabeth

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tion. She logged into the Starnet Free Market and posted a crisp, focused announcement for her next pop-

t’a pop–up alert, “Tomorrow, same spot at Mercury Plaza on Centria Planet, limited quantities. New this

d ruby–red tomatoes. Classic favorites–potatoes, sweet potatoes, and strawberries–will be fully stocked. e and support. This time, there’s no pre–order. First come, first served, so grab what you can while it lasts.”

post went live, it hit the Starnet like a meteor and sent huge waves across the community.

customers who watched her account like hawks sprang into gear the second they saw the update.

ed out of work, swapped shifts, and canceled every plan. Mercury Plaza became the only thing that mattered.

ats, friend groups, and private healing forums exploded. The anticipation was electric, and the news spread at the speed

came bursting out of her room, waving her device at her parents. “Dad! Mom! Ms. Schofield’s setting up shop again! She’s got stuff–corn and tomatoes! Hurry, call everyone! We’ve got to stock up!”

aeve dropped everything and started rallying her family’s shopping squad, texting her closest friends–especially those with sick elatives.

Andrew messaged Gabriel the moment he saw the pop–up, “Did you see Ms. Schofield’s announcement? New produce. We can’t miss this one. Bring as many people as you can.”

The Hawthornes had spent the last few days trying every recipe under the sun to coax Denisse into eating more potatoes. potatoes, and strawberries.

Denisse looked better every day.

She still had a ways to go managed a real sm

4 color again. Her breakdowns came less often and were weakel. Sometim

Chapter 282 Money Money Money

As soon as the Hawthornes heard about the new pop–up, they knew they couldn’t miss it.

They got their most trusted contacts to go all–out and stock up on enough “medicine” for Denisse.

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Across Centria Planet, the excitement was impossible to ignore. Everybody was desperate for their shot at the tiny Mercury Plaza stall tomorrow.

Elizabeth, high on adrenaline, led her team and directed the robots as they harvested the first batch of ripe corn and tomatoes. She oversaw the packing while Centria’s shopping army prepared for battle.

Suddenly, a loud thud echoed as Elizabeth slammed her device on the table.

Her eyes bored into the holographic,screen, where five notifications blinked in quick succession. Her expression darkened with each new alert.

All five messages were from different, highly reputable private spaceship rental companies, but every response was nearly identical.

“Dear Customer, we regret to inform you that your request for transport from Planet A001 to Centria Planet has been denied. Reason: Route risk assessment failed. Thank you for your understanding.”

If it had just been one company refusing, she might have chalked it up to bad luck. But five in a row, all using almost the same official language—this was anything but a coincidence.

Elizabeth’s first suspicion was clear as day–Seafarm Group was stirring up trouble again.

She was certain they hadn’t given up and were working behind the scenes to block her from renting a ship.

She immediately called the customer service line at the last company that rejected her. Her voice was steady, but sharp. “Hello, I want to know why my spaceship rental was denied. What exactly does ‘route risk assessment failed‘ mean? As far as I know, this route has always been open. I even used your company’s ship for my last pop–up. There were no issues then.”

The customer service rep apologized with a scripted response, but what they said made Elizabeth’s heart sink. “I’m sorry. Ms. Schofield. We can’t share the specific details of the risk assessment. This is a new directive from upper management. All rentais involving Planet A001, passenger or cargo, have been suspended. The reason is… the system now lists the area as a potential high- risk zone, so we’ve paused all service for the safety of our customers and cargo.”

Γ Elizabeth let out a cold, biting laugh. “High–risk zone? Who labeled it that? Based on what? I’m sitting right here and I don’t see any danger.”

The rep sounded flustered, eager to end the call. “I’m sorry, we’re just following orders. I don’t know the specifics.”

They ended the call in a rush.