My Doomsday Train

They camped in place for the night.

At the first glimmer of dawn, the Constellation train was already roaring across the wasteland, speeding towards coordinates "239, 1923."

Before the apocalypse, this wasteland was originally called the "Tieling Wasteland," but perhaps because it was too difficult to pronounce, many people preferred to call it the "No Man's Wasteland" after the apocalypse.

More than four hours later.

The Constellation train gradually slowed down. At first, there wasn't a single train in sight, but in the latter half of the journey, a few trains could be seen sparsely. Now, a train could be seen from time to time, and the destination was just around the corner.

Finally—

As the train came to a stop, Chen Mang, who was sitting at the control panel, looked at the crowds gathered in the wasteland not far away, a strange look flashing in his eyes.

The gathering had arrived.

He just didn't expect this gathering to be so simple. There wasn't even a tent or anything. Only the train leader took a group of thugs and walked to the gathering to trade. For safety reasons, all trains had to stop at a distance of one kilometer from the gathering.

This gathering had no organizers and was completely formed spontaneously based on consensus. He also followed the local customs and parked the train one kilometer away from the gathering, leading Biaozi, Lao Zhu, and three other thugs out of the carriage. The remaining thugs stayed in the carriage to maintain order and guard against unexpected situations.

Standing in the wasteland, Chen Mang leaned on his cane and looked back at his train. With this cane, he could remotely control his train.

He had done experiments, and the controllable distance was about one kilometer.

In case of any accident, as long as he had a thought, his Constellation train could rush to him and carry him away from this area.

He had never seen so many trains. There were forty or fifty trains parked here. He had no concept of the strength of his train before, but now after seeing so many trains, he realized that his Constellation train seemed to be pretty good?

At least twenty trains hadn't even achieved full carriage armor coverage.

Chen Mang narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the noisy crowd not far away: "You used to be the deputy train leader, how much do you know about the gathering?"

“I don’t know anything at all.”

Lao Zhu shook his head firmly: "To participate in the gathering, you basically have to be a level 2 train, unless you have other channels to obtain the gathering coordinates. My previous train never participated in the gathering, and I have never seen it."

“Let’s go.”

Chen Mang didn't ask any more questions, just leaned on his cane and walked in the front, saying softly: "Go and see."

Biaozi and the remaining three thugs followed behind with Tenglong assault rifles in their hands, their faces cold.

Looking around.

All the train leaders were followed by some thugs, more or less. Some had two or three, while others had more than a dozen. The main source of combat power for a train was not the thugs, but the train itself.

The main work content of the thugs was more to explore the ruins, search for supplies, patrol and guard, maintain order, carry out small-scale battles, and maintain the safety of the train leader when the train leader traveled, etc.

It sounded more complicated than slaves.

Slaves only needed to know how to swing a pickaxe.

Basically, each train leader maintained a certain sense of distance from each other, without too much eye contact, so as not to cause misunderstandings. Everyone tacitly walked into the gathering, either wandering around, or finding an empty seat to sit down and writing their tradable items on the wooden board next to them.

There were only forty or fifty train leaders in total.

It was also a small gathering, and there weren't many things to choose from.

The moving line of the gathering was very simple, only one line, from north to south.

Many train leaders sat on both sides of this line, waiting for other train leaders to come to trade.

Chen Mang led Lao Zhu and the others into the gathering. The first stall that came into view had two sentences written on the wooden board next to it.

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"Seeking various green-grade and above vehicle accessory blueprints, high prices can be offered."

"Selling slaves."

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“What is the price of slaves?”

Chen Mang looked at the old man with white hair sitting behind the stall, squatted down and asked. This was the first time he had seen such an old train leader, who looked to be over seventy years old.

The old man, who was dozing off, looked Chen Mang up and down.

“Young adults are 500 units of iron ore, and older ones with disabilities are 300 units of iron ore.”

“The price of women varies, ranging from 300 units of iron ore to 1000 units of iron ore.”

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“. ”

Chen Mang narrowed his eyes slightly and calculated. The currency system had also collapsed after the apocalypse. Currently, iron ore, a mainstream resource, had become the new trading currency. Everyone needed iron ore, and everyone didn't have enough.

A normal young adult can mine about 10 units of ore per day, which means the payback period is about 50 days.

This is under the condition that you can always find a mine within these 50 days.

He felt that the price was a bit inflated.

The logic here is different from the logic before the apocalypse. Before the apocalypse, businesses that could break even in 50 days were basically in the criminal law. Those that weren't in the criminal law were top-notch deals.

But in the apocalypse, there were too many uncertainties in 50 days. It was a bit irrational to put so much iron ore here instead of increasing the strength of the train.

So he was very curious if anyone would really buy slaves with iron ore?

“If you are interested, I can take you to my train to take a look. The quality is good.”

The white-haired old man's eyes stayed on the Tenglong assault rifles in the arms of Biaozi and the others for a moment, then he coughed lightly to clear his throat, and then began to promote it seriously.

“Little brother’s train must be strong.”

“If you buy in bulk, we can still talk about the price.”

“Last time, someone bought a lot of slaves from me. It is estimated that they have already left the No Man's Wasteland and went to areas with more abundant resources. With so many slaves in hand, finding a good location for the mine can pay back in dozens of days, and then every day is pure profit.”

“That guy is a big deal person. He bought 100 slaves from me in one go. They were all top-notch young adults.”

“. ”

Chen Mang was silent, just took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and sighed softly.

He was really curious who would take 50,000 units of iron ore to buy 100 slaves?

With so many units of iron ore, what's wrong with doing something, it's almost enough to have a half-full level 2 train? What is the picture of buying so many slaves?

From a long-term perspective, it is naturally a sure profit without loss.

If you encounter a level 2 iron mine, the payback period will be greatly shortened.

But .

In the apocalypse, there are not so many long-term lines. No one knows what will happen tomorrow. The premise of considering the long-term must be to stabilize the short-term first. If this person is not stupid, then he is really capable.