"For every one hundred kilograms of grain you collect—rice, flour, grains, or oil, no restrictions—you can exchange it for two hundred Contribution Points."
Xie Ning silently glanced at him, then turned and led her younger siblings to the mission window to accept Mission Seven.
The three of them walked out of the bustling Survivor Center. Song Kexin said, full of conviction, "That guy... I could tell just by looking at him that he must be getting a commission. That's why he's pushing Mission Six on everyone."
"If he's pushing it, it can't be good," Song Shijun nodded. "There's probably some catch to that mission. We just got here, so we shouldn't get involved in that mess."
Xie Ning glanced at her two siblings. 'They're probably overthinking this!'
It was likely because of the food shortage in the base that the staff were so aggressively promoting missions related to gathering grain.
