The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 383

Chapter 383 The Supply Run

Customer service bines were overwhelmed, flooded with calls asking about Planet A flight details and tips for getting tickets.

servation orders poured in like a ragngtide, wave after wave, nearly drowning the booking systems of the shipping companies

Half a day

In just half a day

Every scheduled flight to Planet A001 for the next month, across all companies and all Cabin classes, was completely sold out.

The waiting list was even more overwhelming, stretching all the way out to two months later.

n

The level of demand far exceeded everyone’s expectations, including even the most optimistic projections from the shipping companies themselves.

Centra Planet Spaceport No. 7. Beneath the massive dome, shifting lights reflected across the space. The departure hall, which was usually orderly and a bit quiet, was now packed with noise and energy.

On the digital display boards, the words “Planet A001 Tycoon Farm Route” were enlarged and highlighted, glowing with an almost irresistible allure.

All around the hall, passengers with barely contained excitement gathered in small groups, and nearly every conversation revolved around the same topic.

“Hey man, did you make your list yet? I heard the farm just released a bunch of new melons.”

“Of course I did. My wife specifically asked for emerald honey melons, and my daughter wants those rainbow tomatoes. As for me man, I just want to try that lunch box again. Those videos online had me craving it for three days straight.”

“There’s a 100–pound limit per item. We’ve got to plan this carefully. I brought three extra–large storage buttons”

“Man, too bad the trip is so short. Wish we could stay overnight at the farm

“Come on, be grateful. At least we got tickets. Look at the people behind us.”

Following his gaze, outside the security checkpoint stood even more people who had failed to get tickets for the first flights of any recent departures.

Some stretched their necks to look inside, while others kept refreshing the booking pages on their personal devices. Their faces were filled with envy, frustration, and a lingering unwilling hope.

Some people even held up electronic signs that read, “Looking to buy Planet A001 tickets. Price negotiable” crowd, asking around, but very few responded.

At a time like this, who would be willing to give up a tsket to a paradise of food?

wsing through the

Ainid this mix of excitement and disappointment, two men stood out. They wore work uniforms stained with machine oil, their builds lean and sturdy. They looked slightly out of place, yet drew attention all the same

or technicians from Borealis Industrial Mech Services, Dylar and Benji.

Even though they tried to stay composed, their slightly flushed faces, unusually bright eyes, and the way they kept checki electronic tickets stored on their devices gave away their excitement.

“Dylan… we actually got them?” Benji asked in a low voice, still in disbelief.

“No kidding. It’s right there on the screen. Two o’clock this afternoon. The Windstriker. Premium cabin. Two seats.” Dylan sla his shopt his voice trembling with excitement. “Out of everyone in the workshop, we’re the lucky ones.”

The

orkshop had long since become loyal fans of Tycoon Farm ever since Dylan and Benj had been the first to disco

zabeth had been selling produce at Mercury Plaza, the two of them had been arrong the first in fine and had otten the entire workshop hooked.

the routes were cut off, the whole workshop had been in despair. Everyone missed the farm’s produce and that woman, Elizabeth.

the shipping companies announced the reopening of the Planet A001 routes, the workshop had established an unspoke

ever managed to get tickets to Planet A001 had to take on the responsibility of representing the entire workshop and buying olies for everyone.

Quick, send a message in the group chat. Tell the guys we’re leaving this afternoon,” Dylan urged.

Benji immediately opened their workshop group chat. The moment he sent the message about securing tickets, the chat exploded.

[Holy crap! You actually got tickets? That’s insane, Dylan! Benji!]

[You two are legends. I’m on my knees here.]

[List! Sending the list now! Dylan, Benji, we’re counting on you. [Shopping List]]

[Priority items. Strawberries, cucumbers, tomatoes, grapes, and that new melon. Can you bring back the lunch boxes?!

[I’ve already sent the money. Keep the change or let me know if it’s not enough. Thanks for the hard work!}

Messages flooded in nonstop, mixed with excited emojis and payment notifications.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify