Doomsday Super Merchant

“A very interesting settlement!”

Zhou Yuanqiang read a sentence, suddenly thought of something, and said with some confusion: "This settlement has been established for more than four years, but why don't the people in the refugee camps outside know how to use the unlimited land outside for planting?

Some crops? In this way, even if the harvest is low, it will still be enough for food and clothing, right? How did it end up like this?"

Chen Xun'an, who had always been silent, took over and said: "Do you think they can farm with peace of mind without a management organization? I'm afraid that before they mature, they will be killed by others, and the fruits of their labor will become someone else's.

Already."

"But...but..." Zhou Yuanqiang couldn't figure it out, "If the managers of the wasteland settlement can organize the outside people to turn the outside land into cultivated land, even if they only cultivate it for a year, everyone can at least

If we eat for a year or two, there will be no more famines. Isn’t that great?”

Mu Gushan said calmly: "There is no reason, it is just an art of ruling."

Rulers are always the most cold-blooded people. For one purpose, they can let thousands of people die. To them, all these are just a set of numbers. Hearing Mu Gushan’s words of rule

Art, Zhou Yuanqiang was silent again. The thinking of the superiors was not something ordinary people like him could understand.

Everything in the town is no different from a modern town. Once inside, you can feel the lively atmosphere of the market in the town. The shops here are all open for business, and there are many hawkers on the streets.

They are quietly drinking and doing business. In short, you will never see a trace of the apocalypse here. Even driven by the huge windmills outside the town, the town has always maintained sufficient energy for life, and some shops still have

Music was playing, calling for business.

When we got here, we had completely entered the inside of the town. Qiu Guorui looked at Zhou Yuanqiang and said: "This is the only way I can help you. I believe that once you enter the town, your chance of survival will be higher than outside.

The refugee camps are much better.”

Qiu Guorui and the others had no friendship with Zhou Yuanqiang in the first place. Being able to do this is a rare good person in the apocalypse. So when faced with Qiu Guorui's intention of expelling guests, Zhou Yuanqiang had no dissatisfaction and just laughed at him.

The people on the carriage stood up and kept saying: "Thank you for taking me for a ride, thank you!"

He took the sack off the carriage and, in line with modern thinking, wanted to give each person a can of beef as a thank you gift. But Zhou Yuanqiang finally resisted, picked up the sack and turned around and melted into the street.

.It’s not that he is an ungrateful person, but human nature in the last days is too complicated. Maybe Qiu Guorui and the others are not the kind of people who kill and hustle, but it doesn’t mean that other people who know will not. Based on the principle of caution, Zhou Yuanqiang

Still haven't sent out these canned beef.

"Brother Qiu, Brother Mu, I will repay you if I have the chance..."

Zhou Yuanqiang understands the difficulty of entering the town. Look at the 70,000 to 80,000 refugees in the refugee camps outside. Because they have no passes or guarantors, they can only live and eat outside. Their lives are not guaranteed, and their lives are threatened at any time.

As long as you think about this, you will know that this kind of kindness is more than just a small favor.

As the crowd moved around, Zhou Yuanqiang looked very confused. He knew that this was different from the first time, where he could drink as much as he wanted. If something went wrong, being robbed was a trivial matter. He would have suffered a big loss if he handed over his life here.

Intelligence is extremely important at all times, and no one dares to ignore its role. Zhou Yuanqiang is not a fool. After realizing the cruelty of the apocalypse, he did not find a place to sell it, but just carried a sack on his back.

Bao Bao wandered around the town, observing the goods on hand in shops and vendors, as well as the prices of various items. Only by understanding these can we set a reasonable price for our canned beef.

There are all kinds of things in the small town, from screws to cars, from food to arms. The branch of history is 2020. For the modern era where Zhou Yuanqiang lives, there is only a 10-year gap.

The technology has almost remained the same and has not changed much. Therefore, the various electrical appliances sold in the town are all brands that Zhou Yuanqiang is familiar with, giving Zhou Yuanqiang a sense of familiarity.

There are many vendors on the street, and the things they sell are usually rare items, such as some out-of-print cigarettes and wine, etc., all of which are obtained through adventures in villages, towns and even cities occupied by zombies. These things

It is of little use to them, but it is a good thing for the upper class. Generally, red wine and the like can be exchanged for several days of rations. Better Wuliangye and the like can even be exchanged for ten days and a half.

rations.

The staple food in wasteland settlements is mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes. Here, one kilogram of rice can often be exchanged for more than ten kilograms or more of potatoes or sweet potatoes.

The problem with the storage time of canned food is that after more than five years, except for some accidental reasons that are still edible, few can be preserved. Zhou Yuanqiang observed for a while and could hardly see the existence of canned food. The bacon that occasionally appeared was

The most sought-after goods in the entire market were sold out in an instant.

As Zhou Yuanqiang understands, the currencies used for transactions here are mainly gold and crystals, and a few will use barter for things. As for the purchasing power of crystals, like white crystals, they are not valuable. What can be purchased

Things are limited. The purchasing power of blue crystals is several times that of white crystals, not to mention green crystals which are a higher level than blue crystals.

After walking around the market in the small town for more than half an hour, Zhou Yuanqiang basically grasped the price dynamics here and customized a price for his canned beef that was in line with the market.

However, Zhou Yuanqiang was not in a hurry. It was just approaching noon and he still had time to sell the canned beef. He avoided the people on the street and first entered a small alley on the side of the street, pretending to release water.

But after putting most of the cans in the sack into the newly opened storage space, only a few cans were left in the bag, and then walked out of the alley with satisfaction.

Zhou Yuanqiang casually wandered to a vendor setting up a street stall. On the rags in front of the vendor were two AK47s. The paint on the butts was almost gone, revealing the wooden structure. In addition, on the rags of the two AK47s

Next to it is a brand new Type 95 rifle, exuding a faint smell of ink.

The stall owner was a tall and thin man. When he saw Zhou Yuanqiang staring at the Type 95 rifle in his stall, he was astute and immediately knew that there was business coming. The stall owner picked up the Type 95 rifle and started talking nonsense.

: "Brother, I'm not bragging. The quality of this gun is absolutely incredible."

"Look at the broken guns all over the street, and then look at the Type 95 in my hand. You don't have to think hard to know the difference."

"Ha...brother, you are very lucky. This gun is a new gun that just came off the production line. I only got it from the arsenal with the help of my connections and the efforts of the boss. How about it? If you are satisfied, 5 blue guns

Can you take the color crystal?"

Zhou Yuanqiang knew that the price was not expensive, but it was not cheap either. The key was that he did not have the crystals to pay for it, so... he smiled sarcastically, shook his head and said, "I don't have the crystals!"

The stall owner didn't take it seriously, squinted his eyes and said, "Where's the gold?"

"I don't have gold either!"

The stall owner was anxious, "Grain, you should have grain, right? Give me 200 kilograms of potatoes, and this gun will be yours."

Zhou Yuanqiang shook his head, "I don't have food either."

"Damn it, what a bad luck, you met a pauper." The stall owner's original friendly and enthusiastic expression disappeared, he pushed away Zhou Yuanqiang who was blocking his stall, and said angrily: "There is nothing, what the hell are you looking at? Go away,

Go away, don't hinder my business..."

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