Apocalypse: The Fat Lady Strikes Back

Empty trading houses with only two or three idlers.

Lu Zhengqing pointed to the 24 blue and red stalls on the side of the main road entering the trading house, and said:

"Our 24 booths occupy one side of this road. Brother Cen, why don't I apply to see if we can apply for the other side of this road to see if it can be developed?" In other words, take it first."

"Go."

Cen Yi raised his head and walked straight to booth No. 01 with the red sign.

He didn't care much about this thing. Since he was planning to retreat to the countryside to live, he didn't care so much about how many stalls there were in this trading house in Xiangcheng and what terrain it occupied.

Follow Lu Zhengqing.

When he walked to booth No. 01, he emptied out the backpack of small daggers on his back. He made a sheath for each dagger, which looked exquisite and durable.

Looking back at Qiao Lingxiang again, seeing that Lu Zhengqing was going to drag her to apply for a booth, Cen Weiming shouted:

"Ayaka, come help my brother."

Qiao Lingxiang also carried a backpack of knives, each one was like a watermelon knife, very sharp, and they all came with scabbards. When Cen Yi called her, she left Lu Zhengqing in a hurry and ran to Cen Yi's side Go up and help Cen to place the dagger.

From a long distance away, Cen Yi sat down on a stone stool and raised his eyebrows at Lu Zhengqing proudly.

Lu Zhengqing rolled his eyes at him, pouted, and pouted him from the air!

Cen Yi's handsome face darkened in an instant, and he would always be defeated in a fight with this shameless goblin.

Now that the trading house has just been built for a few days, there are not many people visiting the trading house, but that doesn't mean that there is no stall at all.

There are, but no one is as pragmatic as Cen Yi and Qiao Lingxiang.

When panic occupies everyone's heart and people don't know where they will slide in the future, what they are most willing to pay for is actually a weapon for self-defense.

Not to do anything wrong and evil, just to protect yourself and what you cherish.

Therefore, when Qiao Lingxiang was displaying the dagger, some people who had nothing to do wandered around, walked over in twos and threes, and began to ask the price of the dagger.

Qiao Lingxiang hadn't priced these daggers yet, she turned her head and glanced at Cen Yi, who sat on the stool again with one foot resting on the knee of the other leg, and turned on the phone to play games.

So Qiao Ayaka asked him,

"Brother Cen Yi, how much do you sell it for?"

"Whatever, whatever, two energy coupons are required."

Cen Yi responded casually, he made these knives in the morning, and for some reason, he almost went into shock.

It wasn't until he ran to the kitchen with shaking hands and pale face that he ate two bowls of quick-frozen dumplings cooked by his grandmother that he recovered.

This reminded Cen Yi of the time when Lu Zhengqing asked Qiao Lingxiang to recharge his batteries because of his exhaustion. At that time, he seemed to have better physical strength than Lu Zhengqing, so he sweated a lot.

But in the morning, he obviously didn't do any physical exercise, he just made a bunch of knives and daggers, and he was physically exhausted. Doesn't it feel like physical exhaustion, energy exhaustion?

The energy overdraft of special abilities?

Cen Yi didn't want to consume Qiao Ayaka, and he wasn't sure if Qiao Ayaka could restore people's physical strength or recharge their supernatural energy.

So up to now, even if he killed two bowls of quick-frozen dumplings, he still felt his feet were soft and his hands were soft.

Cen Yi wanted to know how to recover his quota with his supernatural ability. Besides consuming Qiao Lingxiang, what else could he do? !

Therefore, after suffering so much, the things I made must not be sold cheaply.

Qiao Lingxiang nodded. Although she felt that two tickets might be a bit expensive, she turned around and told the price to the customer. The first customer thought it was too expensive and shook his head and left. The second customer tried the sharpness of the dagger and pointed it at the stone. The booth I made was chopped up with a knife.

A piece of stone was chipped off.

Several customers nearby, including Qiao Lingxiang, Mi Ranyi, Ajiu and Zhao Long, were all attracted to come over.

Someone said in surprise:

"This is the legendary cut iron like mud."

Sitting behind Qiao Lingxiang, Cen Yi, who was playing a game, sneered without raising his head. These people are not very knowledgeable, and the knife he made naturally cuts iron like mud.

"I'll buy."

Customers who try out knives immediately take out energy coupons from their pockets.

Qiao Lingxiang quickly grabbed his hand and shouted:

"5, 5, 5 energy coupons, two are not for sale!"

He raised his neck again and cried:

"The price will increase in a while, 10 energy coupons!"

The Mi Ranyi next to him is a very good at booing. When he saw the customer who wanted to buy a dagger, he hesitated. He immediately took out the energy coupon and shouted:

"I'll buy a dagger that cuts iron like mud. I'll buy two. This is a sharp weapon for killing people and stealing goods. With such a dagger, no one can bully me."

The atmosphere was immediately brightened, and the customers who tried the knife no longer hesitated, and there were 5 energy coupons for 5. Now that the world is so difficult, his wife looks quite succulent, so I bought one for his wife to defend herself.

The first customer paid the money readily, and the rest of the customers also hesitated, and some directly paid the energy coupons to buy the dagger. They each took it back and tried it. After spending a whole morning like this, all the daggers were sold out.

At this time, Mi Ranyi, Ajiu, and Zhao Long had already rushed to stalls No. 2, 3, and 4, and put out the pack of knives on their backs.

They carried different types of knives, including big knives, fruit knives and kitchen knives. Cen thought he didn’t sell knives, so he might as well play two mobile games if he had the time.

So he and Qiao Lingxiang set up a stall. They sold daggers and watermelon knives at their stall. After all, daggers are the best sellers. The bigger the knife, the harder it is to keep it on your body, and the harder it is to sell. .

After a while, he ran to apply for a booth. Lu Zhengqing, who had been busy all morning, came back with a few red and blue cards in his hand.

Sweating profusely, he sat down on the booth in front of Qiao Lingxiang, gave her a few red and blue cards to keep, and said:

"Hey, you guys don't know that it's free to apply for a booth now. In the office of the trading house, people come to the office every now and then, and they all come to apply for a booth. I called my dad and asked him to find my uncle. I asked my uncle to find his father-in-law, and then asked his father-in-law to find his old classmate, so we got these few stalls, and the locations are pretty good. I figured it out, we are on this road, Now there are 30 booths in total.”

After working hard for a long time, he applied for 6 booths, not as many as the ones he got from selling a few second-hand mobile phones yesterday.