The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 383

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The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland

Chapter 383 The Supply Run

Customer service lines were overwhelmed, flooded with calls asking about Planet A001 flight details and tips for getting tickets.

Reservation orders poured in like a raging tide, 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.

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

Centria 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 or 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,” weaving through the crowd, asking around, but very few responded.

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Chapter 383 The Supply Run

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

Amid 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.

They were senior technicians from Borealis Industrial Mech Services, Dylan and Benji.

Even though they tried to stay composed, their slightly flushed faces, unusually bright eyes, and the way they kept

the electronic tickets stored on their devices gave away their excitement.

“Dylan

y got them?” Benji asked in a low voice, still in disbelief.

ight there on the screen. Two o’clock this afternoon. The Windstriker. Premium cabin.

a slapped his shoulder, his voice trembling with excitement. “Out of everyone in the e the lucky ones.”

workshop had long since become loyal fans of Tycoon Farm ever since Dylan and Benji had irst to discover it.

when Elizabeth had been selling produce at Mercury Plaza, the two of them had been among the first e and had successfully gotten the entire workshop hooked.

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

So when the shipping companies announced the reopening of the Planet A001 routes, the workshop had established an unspoken rule.

Whoever managed to get tickets to Planet A001 had to take on the responsibility of representing the entire workshop and buying supplies 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!]

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