The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 574

Chapter 574 Dilemma

He looked at Weston. “You handle it. Be careful. Don’t leave any traces.”

Weston stood there, his lips trembling. In the end, he nodded. “Yes, Chief Gregory.”

He turned and left the office.

Behind him, Gregory started tapping on the desk again.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sound felt like a countdown.

Outside the window, the sky was growing darker.

In the distant sector, something was stirring in the shadows.

And on Planet A001, everyone at Tycoon Farm was happily enjoying their dinner in the cafeteria.

They had no idea that a much bigger storm was heading their way.

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Early Monday morning, just as dawn was breaking, the streetlights were still on along the road.

Thalia Abner stood by her floor–to–ceiling window, combing her hair while looking down outside.

In the small garden below, a few familiar figures had already gathered.

They were her neighbors, and also her weekly Monday morning shopping group.

She quickened her hands, tied her hair up in a few quick motions, grabbed her space storage button, and headed out.

“Thalia! Over here, over here!” As soon as she stepped outside, Rumi waved her over.

Rumi Dawson was the core member of their shopping group. She was in her early fifties and used to work in a government office before retiring. She was extremely organized.

Beside her stood Darya Whitlock and Karina Finch. All three of them were holding the same kind of storage button–clearly well prepared.

“So what’s the plan today?” Darya was the first to speak.

She had a quick temper, talked fast, and walked fast. Every shopping trip, she was always the first one to rush forward.

“Mercury Plaza or Seafarm Group?”

Karina shook her head.

Seeing their hesitation, Rumi sighed. “When big players fight, it’s always us regular folks who suffer. What’s

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the point of this, really? Wouldn’t it be better if they just got along?”

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Thalia looked up and gave a bitter smile. “Exactly. It used to be so simple. If you wanted fruits and vegetables, you went to Mercury Plaza. If you wanted meat, eggs, or dairy, you went to Seafarm Group. No conflict. Now look at this mess. The two are fighting, and we buyers are stuck in the middle.”

That hit all of them right in the heart.

Thalia’s family was fairly well–off. Her husband was a mid–level manager at a company, and her son was. attending a military academy.o

At home, they mostly ate natural food.

Not in some fancy, picky way–just because they truly felt natural food tasted far supplements.

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At first, she was a regular at Seafarm Group. She went there at least twice a week, and even the staff there knew her well.

Later, when Tycoon Farm set up a stall at Mercury Plaza, she tried it on a whim and bought a box of strawberries. And that was it. She was hooked.

She still remembered that taste clearly.

Not the kind of strawberries that are overly sweet or cloying, but fresh and crisp, with a bright, sun–ripened sweetness. One bite, and the juice burst in her mouth, full of fruit flavor.

From then on, she became a loyal fan of Tycoon Farm.

Every week, she went to Mercury Plaza at least twice, lining up to buy strawberries, apples, tomatoes, potatoes, and sweet potatoes, whatever was in season.

Her visits to Seafarm Group dropped a lot, from twice a week to once every two weeks, and later to only when she ran out of meat, eggs, or milk.

But now, things had escalated between the two companies.

After losing ground in fruits and vegetables to Tycoon Farm, Seafarm Group started pushing hard in meat, eggs, and dairy.

Not only did the prices go up, but they also started bundle sales.

If you bought eggs, you had to buy vegetables too. If you bought milk, you had to buy fruit.

The problem was that Seafarm Group’s bundled fruits and vegetables were expensive and tasted bad— nothing like what Tycoon Farm sold.

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