Chapter 420 - Food Stall (1) (1/2)

”Wouldn't it be great if there was a time-space function here like the other club rooms?” I pulled the headgear off me.

”Although we have to purchase them on our own, the school will install them for us,” the president answered us.

Recently, we had moved into a new room since there wasn't enough space for all of us in the previous one. The fights had stopped ever since only one of us had to watch over Luke. Only losing one day in the week, it wasn't as bad as before. However, only the president remained from the original club members, all of them sadly quitting. But that just meant we wouldn't have to maintain our image around them to the usual extent we did.

”Let me look it up,” Delia agreed with my idea.

”How can it be so expensive?” Sienna was shocked at the school's pricing for them.

All of us knew we barely had fifty thousand Aris in our club bank account, but the time-space function cost around half a million Aris. The president had worked hard in trying to persuade the school to give us more money since there were more members. This meant we would somehow have to raise the rest of the funds on our own. Getting an idea from my former life, I suggested, ”how about we bake some food that others can't usually access and sell them to buy the time-space function?”

”Where will we be getting the ingredients?” Henry pointed out.

”There was a food and agriculture research club beside our old club room. I'm sure they have some ingredients there,” Shelly was interested in my idea.

”We can offer them some portion of our profits in return!” I came up with a solution to the small budget that smaller clubs struggled with.

”I don't think it's a bad idea,” Cillian nodded.

”Then we'll go to the food and agriculture research club right now,” I grabbed one of Sienna's arms.

”I'll help,” Oili wanted to spend more time in his singing competitions.

Since there was a chance that they wouldn't let us in if we knocked, I opened the door, finding it unlocked. The members stiffened from likely hearing what happened in the room beside them before our club moved. I brightly smiled when I noticed the nicely organized groceries on the shelves. All the cooking tools were already in our clubroom, being considered as an artifact from the second and third districts.

”Hello, I am Rika de Impalia Roselia and these are my friends, Sienna Auclair Clarence and Oliver de Whaise,” I included our last names to make us seem more intimidating.

”We're here to offer you a deal that will benefit the both of our clubs,” Oili took over from me.

”We will give you ten percent of the profits for letting us take some ingredients from your shelves,” he passed them a contract.

”We're not asking for much compared to how much it costs to source the ingredients on your end,” he waited for them to sign.