Doomsday Super Merchant

Looking at the stall owner who changed his expression in an instant, Zhou Yuanqiang was not angry. According to his observation, it is not that simple to make a business here. Furthermore, dogs look down on others. This is not what humans always do.

Is it a habit? Not only in the apocalypse, but also in the modern era, it is even stronger.

Zhou Yuanqiang walked around behind the stall owner and said in a low voice: "Hey, boss, that's not how business works. I don't have crystallized gold, and I don't even have food. But it doesn't mean that I don't have good things. As the saying goes, there are no three

Divided into three, how dare you go to Liangshan..."

Hearing Zhou Yuanqiang's words, the stall owner's little eyes shone brightly, and his face was filled with a smile again, and he said: "Brother, I knew you were not an ordinary person as soon as I saw you. What you said just now, you can treat it as if it were your fault."

Damn it, just make one sound, you don’t need to be as experienced as a rough guy like me." He also lowered his voice and said: "Brother, what good stuff do you have? Take it out and have a look... Hey, this poor place, although prosperous,

But there are many things missing.”

Zhou Yuanqiang was not polite. He took out a can of canned beef from the sack, shook it and said, "Isn't this thing scarce enough?"

As early as the first time he came to do business in the apocalypse, Zhou Yuanqiang noticed some details, such as the trademark and production date of the cans. For this reason, Zhou Yuanqiang went to a local cannery that produced canned beef and specially ordered

We have made canned beef without trademarks and production dates, ensuring that there will never be any flaws on the cans.

The stall owner looked at the beef can made of aluminum skin. Although he knew it was a can, he couldn't figure it out and could only look at Zhou Yuanqiang helplessly.

Zhou Yuanqiang was not polite. He asked the stall owner to squat down to reduce the risk of being seen clearly. He opened the canned beef and said, "This is authentic canned beef. If you don't believe me, you can try it." Regarding the apocalypse,

For scarce meat products, its value is very high. But in Zhou Yuanqiang's eyes, no matter how high the value is, it is still only about ten yuan a can. If you wholesale it in large quantities, the price can be even more favorable.

In fact, Zhou Yuanqiang was helpless. Look at the people on the street. They were all carrying weapons and looking fierce. If something went wrong, they might take action. In such an environment, Zhou Yuanqiang didn't even have a gun.

Wasn't it time to be eaten until there were no bones left? Therefore, Zhou Yuanqiang had no choice but to arm himself before selling. At least he no longer had to be in such an embarrassing situation by three zombies like in the morning, right?

For those who have not smelled the aroma of meat for a long time, the moment the canned beef was opened, the strong aroma of meat completely conquered this seemingly shrewd stall owner.

Human beings are born to struggle for food. So what happened next went smoothly beyond Zhou Yuanqiang's imagination. The stall owner did not care about anything for ten cans of canned beef. For fear that Zhou Yuanqiang would regret it, he directly used the canned beef to set up his own stall.

He rolled up the rags, threw the 95 style to Zhou Yuanqiang, didn't even do business, and just left.

The other party's reaction surprised Zhou Yuanqiang. Originally, in his mind, he would need at least 15 cans of the Type 95.

Compared to Zhou Yuanqiang, who thought he was getting a bargain, the stall owner snickered and left quickly. "With these canned beef, I still don't believe that I can't break the golden mouth of Mr. Zhao. As long as Mr. Zhao relaxes, I think..."

How many new weapons do you need? This deal is worth it!" The stall owner became happier and happier as he thought about it. He couldn't help but look back at Zhou Yuanqiang and muttered: "What a fool!"

Zhou Yuanqiang laughed at himself. He still underestimated the allure of meat in the apocalypse. But when he felt the brand-new 95 style deposited in his hand, he immediately became excited again. Living in a peaceful modern China, where weapons are highly controlled, where is the chance?

Touching a gun? I’m afraid even seeing a real gun with live ammunition is extremely difficult.

After stroking the Type 95 rifle in his hand stupidly for a while, Zhou Yuanqiang seemed to have just remembered something. He fumbled awkwardly and finally removed the magazine. But Zhou Yuanqiang was immediately dumbfounded. Where did he find a bullet inside?

shadow?

"Hey, hey, you...stop right here!"

The stall owner who had already gone away ran faster when he heard Zhou Yuanqiang's cry and disappeared in the crowd.

"Damn it, you don't have bullets, why do you still call a gun? Scold that bastard next door!" Zhou Yuanqiang cursed depressedly, and greeted all the ancestors of the other party, but finally had to lower his head in front of reality. Speaking of bullets

, Zhou Yuanqiang only now remembered that in the entire town market, it seemed that... no one seemed to be selling bullets?

After shamelessly asking a few people, Zhou Yuanqiang finally learned all kinds of information about weapons in the entire town.

The superiors in the wasteland settlement are not fools. They control the arsenal and the planting areas of the entire settlement. It can be said that they have firmly controlled the entire settlement. It is legal to hold weapons in the settlement and you can freely

They sell all kinds of weapons, as long as you can get them. But there is only one thing, which is to prohibit all trading activities in bullets, ammunition, artillery, etc. Once discovered, you will be killed directly.

Now Zhou Yuanqiang finally understood why there were shops and vendors selling weapons everywhere, and the superiors who controlled the arsenal could tolerate it. The reason was because of the bullets.

It's like buying a house. You can't decorate it and buy furniture, right? They don't have restrictions on weapons, but they restrict bullets and ammunition. You can buy guns from private individuals or stores, but bullets must be collected in the wilderness.

Purchase them from the external sales office of the arsenal designated by the locality. Bullets obtained elsewhere are all against regulations and will be subject to strong force in the wasteland settlement.

From the mouths of several people, Zhou Yuanqiang learned that when this mandatory overlord regulation was implemented, the superiors in the wasteland settlement commanded the troops and died in the bloodbath for a while because of the private production and private trading of ammunition.

There are so many people. It is this kind of unreasonable and bloody suppression that has led to the situation that no one dares to violate today, and it also allows the superiors to firmly control the entire wasteland settlement.

"Amazing!"

Zhou Yuan sighed and figured it out. Anyway, the purpose of buying a gun was just to show off. Whether it had bullets or not was not important now. He put the gun behind his back, picked up the sack again, and used his hand to put it in

At the right time, he took out the cans from the storage space, put them into the bag, and started his low-key peddling operation.

The early bird catches the worm. Does the early-updated book catch the worm? Thank you everyone!