Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Noon sun.

A group of survivors with haggard faces, untidy beards and carrying bags of Chongtianbao brand fertilizer stood on the black asphalt road.

The clothes they wore were extremely tattered, and one person's pants even had half of his buttocks exposed.

And judging from the marks of damage, it is obvious that it was caused by grinding rather than cutting.

There was black mud in the gaps between their fingernails.
Some people wear shoes made of Baohaha mineral water, which is made by flattening plastic bottles and stringing them together with several ropes.

His whole body exuded a strong odor of sweat, which could be smelled from several meters away.

After being transformed by Lao Gao over the past few days, Hong Gongcao and his group have become a team that is more like survivors than ordinary survivors.

Everyone has his or her own name and has compiled his or her past life experiences.

They are all workers in a mold factory. After the apocalypse, they became displaced and wandered all the way from Bashu to here.

"Captain, we should have calculated this, right?" Da Zhuang said to Hong Gongcao in front of him.

When Hong Gongcao heard this name, he looked around nervously.

They finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that the nearest person was more than ten meters away from them.

Hong Gongcao walked up to Dazhuang, grabbed his collar, and said angrily in a low voice:

"Fuck it, I told you not to call me Captain, call me Brother Hong!"

"But the captain may not necessarily do that," Da Zhuang wanted to refute.

Hong Gongcao tightened his collar and said, "I said, listen to me! Otherwise, go back! Damn Dazhuang, please stop talking!"

Da Zhuang scratched his head and grinned, "Okay, I'll listen to you, Brother Hong."

"That's better." Hong Gongcao loosened his collar.

They stepped on the black asphalt road, their eyes full of horror.

This is just outside the trading market. Is it so luxurious that they pave the road with asphalt?
Their behavior was very similar to that of many survivors who came to the trading market for the first time.

But after they enter the trading market for a long time, they will realize that there are thousands of zombies buried under the black asphalt ground.

This asphalt surface was also formed during the previous thunderstorm disaster by using an oil array to burn the zombie tide.

As they got closer to the trading market, the walls of the trading market seemed taller and taller in their eyes.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the majesty of the wall.

"Thirty meters, right?"

"Of course there is. It must be more than 30 meters. Look at the wall, it seems to be still under construction. Why is it so high? Our wall is only a dozen meters high."

"Shut up!" Lao Gao glared at the man after hearing this.

The team member also realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly shut his mouth.

There were some scattered pieces of sand and gravel on the asphalt road, which were dropped by the outgoing transport teams.

Outside the trading market, the road is very wide.

They came from the west and followed the large group in front.

After walking for more than ten minutes, I finally reached the main entrance.

The main entrance is on the east side, and any survivor who wants to enter the trading market can only enter through this door.

There are four doors in the trading market, but for the convenience of management, only this door is open.

They followed a small team in front of them and lined up at the end of the team.

Hong Gongcao looked at the small team of six people in front of him and hesitated for a few seconds. He decided to go over and ask them.

"Hey, buddy, this is the trading market, right?" Hong Gongcao walked to the front and asked the man with long hair in front of him.

The man raised his head and looked Hong Gongcao from top to bottom, then looked at the group of people behind Hong Gongcao.

His eyebrows lowered, "New here?"

"Yes, yes, yes. We heard that there is a trading market here with a job, so we came here. Is it really safe to trade here?" Hong Gongcao asked quickly after hearing the other party's response.

The long-haired man said with a hint of pride:
"Of course, this is a trading market, you can buy anything you want here, but I think your purchasing power is probably not that high."

"By the way, what can you do?"

Hong Gongcao's eyes turned and he quickly said, "Can I drive and make molds? Is that okay?"

"The two professions you mentioned, one is saturated, and the other is useless. Do you have anything to buy or trade?" The long-haired man glanced at him.

"Let me remind you that you need to pay a certain entrance fee to enter the city. I'm afraid you won't be able to enter in your condition."

Hong Gongcao's face froze, and he asked awkwardly:
"How much does it cost to enter the city?"

The long-haired man said:

"Since you are pitiful, I will tell you a few more words. Our trading market is very friendly to the people. The entrance fee is usually deducted by food.

However, the managers of the trading market probably felt that many of the lower-level survivors could not afford the fees, so they offered another option.

That means using labor to replace the entrance fee. Look, do you see that man carrying wood over there? You can use a piece of wood to offset it."

"Wood?" Hong Gongcao was a little confused.

Wood can also be used to offset the cost of entering the city.

"Yes, wood, why don't you just chop down the tree?" the long-haired man replied impatiently.

Upon hearing this, Hong Gongcao nodded thoughtfully and said:

"I see. Thanks, bro."

"By the way, brother, how many people are there in this trading market?"

The long-haired man was asked a lot of questions and was obviously a little impatient. Facing Hong Gongcao's questioning, he looked a little unhappy.

"Brother, your hairstyle is so handsome. Where did you get it?" Seeing the displeasure on his face, Lao Gao quickly walked over and asked.

The long-haired man was delighted to hear his praise.

"I made it myself. How is it? Does it look good?" The long-haired man shook his bangs, revealing his forehead.

Lao Gao quickly gave a thumbs up and said, "It looks good, really good. I want to have a hairstyle like yours."

The long-haired man raised his eyebrows when he heard this and looked at Lao Gao's hair carefully.

Suddenly he came closer and touched Lao Gao's hair.

"Your hair quality is okay, but if you want to do my hairstyle, you'll have to wait until your hair grows longer. I can style it for you for free."

"You have a good vision. To be honest, I actually want to open a barber shop in the trading market, but I don't know if there are people with the same taste as you who would come to me for a haircut.
My eldest brother said that it’s the end of the world now and no one wants to spend their points on getting a haircut, but I always feel that there must be people who have this need, some people with high status or money, they will definitely pay attention to their image.

Look at me cutting hair, it doesn’t cost anything, don’t you think?”

Lao Gao was the only one who complimented his hairstyle, which made the man very happy.

When he was happy, he told them all, like pouring beans, that he had been hesitating for a long time and wanted to open a shop in the trading market.

Hong Gongcao and the other man also got some information from it.

integral?

"What points?" Hong Gongcao asked puzzledly.

The long-haired man asked, "Do you think I could open a barber shop in the trading market?"

"I ask, what are points?" Hong Gongcao continued to ask.

The long-haired man seemed not to have heard Hong Gongcao's question and continued:
"I'm also confused, but this doesn't cost much, so there should be someone who needs a haircut, right?"

"I want to ask, what are the points..." Before Hong Gongcao could finish his words, he was stopped by Lao Gao.

Lao Gao looked at the long-haired man with a sincere look in his eyes, and said, "Handsome guy, I think you should just do it first. Only after you do it will you know the result. Don't be afraid of failure. Failure is when you don't take action. Since there is no cost, I think you should open a barber shop."

The long-haired man's eyes suddenly brightened up after receiving Gao Zhao's encouragement, and he seemed to become more confident.

He patted Lao Gao's shoulder hard.

“Thank you, brother!”

Lao Gao laughed and said, "But I'm afraid there won't be enough people at this trading market."

"impossible."

The long-haired man said confidently: "There are 50,000 to 60,000 people in the trading market. Not to mention the ordinary level 5 and 4 personnel, or the middle and high-level members of the Axe Gang, Water Dragon Society, Listening Wind Tower, Explorers, Cold Blood Army, and Tattoo Gang, there will always be demand!

Besides, what about the people in Oil City? They can definitely afford it!"

When Gao Zhao and Hong Gongcao heard the number of 50,000 to 60,000 people, their eyes were filled with shock.

so many people!

Mist grass!

There are not so many people in the entire Northwest, including the combat personnel, logistics and their families, not even half of them.

There are 50,000 to 60,000 people in just one trading market here?

Lao Gao keenly heard a point from it, level four personnel.

What is this?

"Brother, are you a level 4 personnel? What exactly is this level?" Gao Zhao asked.

Hearing Gao Zhao's question, the long-haired man said with a little pride:
"I said you have foresight. I am a Level 4 personnel. During the thunderstorm disaster, my brother and I were about to starve to death. It was even worse than you are now. We risked our lives to climb the wall to block the zombies.
After the thunderstorm was over, I became a Level 4 personnel. Hahahaha.

Level 4 personnel don't have to pay the city entry fee. We are different from you."

"What is this point?" Gao Zhao asked quickly.

He wanted to learn as much as possible about the trading market and the oil city.

Know yourself and know your enemy.

The more you know about the trading market and the oil city, the better chance you will have of finding a breakthrough.

"Points."

The long-haired man explained: "Points, you can think of them as the currency in the trading market."

"You buy and sell things in it, and you have to use points. Points are actually money."

Gao Zhao was secretly shocked. Has this trading market become so developed?

Anyone can issue currency, but the most important thing about issuing currency is trust endorsement.

What is the trust endorsement of the trading market?
So he asked, "Aren't you worried that you won't be able to use these points one day?"

The long-haired man smiled, pointed at the towering wall and said:

"Have you ever seen a force more powerful than Oil City?"

This question is obvious. What he means is that Oil City is the strongest.

Lao Gao reacted quickly, "I haven't learned about it, so I'm not sure, but it looks pretty strong now."

The long-haired man said proudly:
"Of course, the Oil City is the strongest. It was able to survive the terrible thunderstorm and saved nearly 100,000 people in the trading market."

"If it weren't for the trade fair, none of us would be able to survive the thunderstorm outside."

Gao Zhao was silent.

He had not experienced natural disasters outside the northwest, but the thunderstorm disaster he experienced really left a deep impression on him.

He couldn't imagine that there were so many zombies in the inland central plains.

How did they survive such a horrific disaster as a thunderstorm?

He suddenly felt a little nervous.

Although they were suppressing one side in the northwest, the surrounding forces either surrendered, merged into their forces, or were destroyed.

But there are too few zombies in the northwest, really too few.

I have never experienced the double threat of such a horrific zombie tide and natural disaster.

and.

Oil City is a force that has survived countless natural disasters and zombie waves. The people here must have extremely rich combat experience and strong willpower.

While he was thinking, he had unknowingly walked to the entrance of the trading market.

The entrance is extremely large, with several roads running parallel to each other.

At this moment, a truck full of wood drove in.

The long-haired man looked at Lao Gao and said:

"I think you guys can't afford the entrance fee. I like you, so I'll pay for you. Forget about the others."

Lao Gao quickly asked, "This is our first time here, so we don't have any points. Can we use other things instead? Like food, cookies, etc?"

The long-haired man raised his eyebrows and looked at Lao Gao curiously:
"You got any cookies?"

"Yes, this is it." Lao Gao quickly opened the plastic bag, revealing dozens of biscuits inside, but most of these biscuits were broken and crushed, and they didn't look very good.

The long-haired man looked at Lao Gao in surprise.
"I didn't expect you guys to be so powerful!"

Lao Gao was shocked. He originally thought that this was low-key enough.

I didn't expect that I would be considered capable just for bringing a few dozen cookies.

With a turn of his eyes, he quickly replied:

"This is good luck."

The long-haired man smiled and said, "I know, I know. It's about opening a treasure chest. I've opened a treasure chest before. Two years ago, I found a bottle of Coke and a bag of potato chips in a vending machine in a building. Oh my god! You have no idea how cool that was!"

"That's really cool." Lao Gao agreed.

The long-haired man patted Lao Gao on the shoulder and said, "You are a nice person. Let me introduce myself formally. My name is Qiao He, and I'm a Level 7 personnel. I live in Building in the East District. Come see me when you are free after you enter."

Lao Gao quickly nodded and said, "My name is Gao Gaozhao."

He originally wanted to make up a fake name, but he thought about it carefully.

No one recognized them when they entered the trading market. What's the difference between a real name and a fake name?

If you use a false name, problems may arise.

The nine of them had to remember each other's fake names, and if they remembered the wrong ones, they would be exposed easily.

It’s better to just call them by their real names, since no one knows them anyway.

"Gao Zhao? Are you a lucky star?" The long-haired young man Qiao He said with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Gao Zhao was a little confused.

"Good luck!" said the long-haired man with a smile.

Then, he spoke mysteriously to the two people behind him:

"You've made the right choice to come to the trade fair. Once you enter, what you see will definitely subvert your imagination! Especially at night, you must go to the commercial district at night. I believe you can't experience this feeling anywhere else."

"What does it feel like?" Hong Gongcao, who had been unable to get a word in, asked curiously.

Qiao He raised the corner of his mouth, "You will know when you go there."

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