Until the contract was signed and two million Realm Dollars were truly in the account, the female owner couldn't believe it. She had been prepared to sell the supermarket at a low price.
Selling it quickly at a high price was nearly impossible in the short term, but this dilemma was resolved by Amalia, the student she had underestimated.
Amalia had no intention of explaining to the female owner. She had only decided to buy the supermarket today. After bidding farewell to the dreamy female owner, she hired Nil and others to clean up the damaged areas. It wasn't until the sun was about to set that they finished organizing everything.
"A-Amalia, are you planning to run the supermarket yourself?" Nil, pushed forward by the others, looked at Amalia with a complex expression. They used to be equals, but this person had somehow risen to a height they couldn't reach.
"I'm not running the supermarket. You can take as much as you want from the supermarket's items," Amalia replied. She didn't buy it to run a supermarket; she had her eyes on this location.
Nil silently put away his still-flickering hopes. They were probably already in two different worlds.
A few middle-aged women got the green light, not only clearing out items from the shelves but also raiding the warehouse. After their spree, each of them had filled almost three shopping carts. One or two of those carts were loaded with expensive items, obviously worth more than their monthly salaries.
Nil felt embarrassed and didn't take too much. One of the middle-aged women told him it would be foolish not to take advantage of the opportunity, but he just smiled and didn't respond.
"Is everything ready?" Amalia walked over, glanced at the bags full of items on the ground, and suddenly fixated on one of them.
"What's wrong?" The middle-aged woman who noticed her looking at her bag became nervous, thinking she might change her mind.
Amalia approached, picked up a bag with a nearly bursting pack of White Rabbit milk candies inside, and wondered why she had taken it. She suddenly thought of that man. "Weren't these candies sold out?"
"I found them in a corner of the warehouse. They were probably missed during previous inventory checks," the middle-aged woman explained with relief. She had intended to take them home for her grandson.
Amalia nodded and took the candies. She looked at the women and the pile of items at her feet. "Do you need someone to drive you home?"
"No need, we've already called our families for help. Thank you, ma'am," the middle-aged women replied. They had no complaints; they were the ones benefiting here.
Finally, when everyone had left, Amalia made a round through the supermarket. In no time, the once-bustling store was reduced to an empty shell, with everything stored in Solstice Ring's storage compartment.
Closing the supermarket, Amalia walked back home. She accessed a name on her communicator, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately didn't make the call. She decided to wait until she resolved the crisis with the Rodriguez family before telling the original owner's parents about this matter.