Beng Tie, the interstellar warlord starting from Yaliluo

"Big brother asks you, what is lacking in the lower city of Beloberg?"

Sitting in the living room, Qin Huairen held tea in his hand, stared at Sambo with burning eyes and asked.

At Qin Huairen's eagle-like eyes, Sambo immediately rubbed his hands and showed an embarrassed but polite smile:

"Lacking, lacking, lacking! Xiacheng lacks everything! Whether it is food, clothes, or bedding, these are all lacking!" Although Xiacheng

may not be as unbearable as Sambo said, in fact, it is not much worse.

Many Downtown residents only get one meal a day, and it's not very nutritious.

Many people only have one set of clothes that can be changed.

Downtown really has a scarcity of everything.

"Are they all scarce..."

Narrowing his eyes, reaching out and rubbing his chin, Qin Huairen took a sip of the tea in his hand and muttered.

"There it is!"

The eyes as sharp as the falcon opened in an instant, bursting with scorching light.

"Sambo, let me ask

you, do you do the arms business?" When he heard the words arms business, Sambo's eyes instantly widened, and the whole person subconsciously sat upright.

"Big brother.... What did you just say, what do you mean? Little brother, my ears are not good, do you hear clearly?

With a warm smile, Qin Huairen leaned back and leaned back on the back of the chair. He took out the MK22C semi-automatic shotgun from the system backpack and shook it at Sambo.

"I said, do you want to do the arms business, since there is a shortage of everything in the lower city, then I think the arms I use to defend against the attacks of the Elders must be quite scarce. And..."

After pondering for a while, Qin Huairen put down the teacup in his hand and continued to speak:

"And since there is a lower city, there must also be an upper city. In the same way, no one would have too much arms in such a ghost place. And I don't think you're an ordinary dealer in the city, and I think you should have your channel in the so-called Uptown. "

Well, this..... Big brother, you let my old Sambo think about it first.

Listening to Qin Huairen's proposal, Sambo held his chin with one hand and thought about the feasibility of this matter and whether it was worth it.

Looking at the other party's movements, the corners of Qin Huairen's mouth once again outlined an arc:

"From the way you were pointed at by our guns just now, I can tell that you should have never seen our style of firearms." After all, it's unlikely that someone in your kind of business won't be dealing with those police-type professions. And this profession should also be equipped with firearms. Judging from the look of surprise on your face just now, our Lucius Type 98 light gun should be a lot more advanced than your guns.

Qin Huairen paused, squinting at Sambo's reaction.

Seeing that the other party was still entangled, he continued to speak:

"This is the only family, and there will be no place here after this village." Moreover, the sale of this arms is very profitable! Besides, those guys will have more powerful combat power after equipping this batch of arms, and give you Beloberg protection. Isn't your business more stable?"

Qin Huairen whispered like a demon in his ears.

As the last sentence fell, Sambo raised his head, and a golden light burst from his eyes. That's the look in the eyes of a businessman when he sees a book of profits.

"Big brother, I'll leave this matter to my old Sambo! I will definitely do it properly for you! Speaking of which, big brother, what are we going to do?"

Qin Huairen, who had received a satisfactory answer, leaned back on his seat, squinted his eyes and waved his hand in front of him unslowly.

With a flash of white light, the originally empty hall was instantly filled with a large number of weapons and ammunition.

"I have a lot of non-use repeating rifles and ammunition here. After all, there's no way I'm going to sell the gear I have. How much do you think these can sell for?"

looked at the room full of guns and ammunition, Sambo reached out and slowly closed his mouth with his mouth wide open. Then he immediately put on a grinning face:

"Big brother, these things, little brother, I conservatively estimate that if you shoot them all, you can at least exchange for hundreds of thousands of Winter City shields!" "Winter

City shield? Is it your currency there?"

Qin Huairen, who heard the new term, raised his eyebrows, but he didn't actually pay attention to this matter. After all, the Shield of Winter is not of much value to himself.

The three resource collectors in his fortress can almost offset the daily food expenses of the legion, and even save some of them.

Therefore, Qin Huairen was not ready to exchange all of these weapons for the Winter City Shield, but those minerals that were more valuable to him.

"You will go back with this batch of goods this time, three seven accounts, I will seven you three. That's a pretty fair price. You don't need to bring back my portion, just exchange it for minerals or special materials and bring it back to me. When this batch is sold out, they will follow this road and come back to me to get a new one. What do you think?"

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!" Sang

Bo said loudly with a serious look on his face.

"Alright, I'll send some of my men to follow you for safety.

Seeing Sambo's somewhat funny appearance, Qin Huairen couldn't help but smile, and then waved his hand to find more than twenty new batches of Krieger, ordering them to follow Sambo to carry the goods and protect them.

Seeing that they were about to pack up all their things, Qin Huairen suddenly stopped:

"Oh yes, I almost forgot about this! Bring these!"

waved his hand again, and bags of white rice and bread appeared in the hall. There are even a lot of canned vegetables and meat.

"Give these out to the people of the lower city for free in my name. As a compatriot, I naturally want to help my own compatriot within the scope of my ability.

As he spoke, Qin Huairen got up from his seat.

"You take this thing, if someone has a crooked mind, don't hesitate to fire directly. I don't think there are many people who can survive this kind of power that can spew the cans out of the gang. This can be regarded as a welcome gift from my eldest brother!" Looking

at the shotgun that Qin Huairen used to threaten himself before handing it to him, Sambo was stunned.

After reacting, he immediately reached out and took it with a smile on his face, while saying something like thanking the boss.

With a smile in his eyes, looking at the group of people who were about to leave with the goods on their backs, Qin Huairen stepped forward quickly.

"Oh, look at my memory, I forgot to give you this bullet. There are eight bullets here, save a little. Delivering

the shotgun bullet that had been disassembled in advance in his hand to Sambo's hand, and seeing the other party's figure disappear into the depths of the mine, Qin Huairen turned around and left with a smile.

The first step of the plan is about to begin...