'I'll become a businessman instead,' he decided.
His plan was simple and ruthless. He would take this food, sell it outside at exorbitant prices, then use the profit to buy even more food.
He would repeat the cycle endlessly, growing richer with each turn. The more he thought about it, the brighter his eyes became.
Then another idea struck him.
Before coming here, he had heard rumors that sellers within the base couldn't obtain massive quantities of food.
Some even claimed there was an upper limit. Deciding to test his luck, he smiled and spoke carefully.
"I've contributed so much property to the base," he said smoothly. "Surely, there's some appreciation for that. Perhaps… unlimited food?"
Martha chuckled softly, the sound light but edged with mockery.
"If we did that," she replied, "what's stopping you from reselling everything and making an enormous profit?"
Frank immediately waved his hand, feigning offense.
