Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

"The price was set by the city lord." Li Zhengping glanced at Gong Wan and answered indifferently.

Gong Wan's expression froze when he heard this.

"Ahem. The price set by the city lord is... reasonable. Very reasonable."

Li Zhengping couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw his expression, "I have brought the mooncakes and am moving them to the kitchen now."

Gong Wan nodded and started to calculate. Five points equaled one mooncake, but one corn cake only cost 5 points, which meant that one mooncake was equivalent to twenty corn cakes.

The price is a bit high, but the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and some survivors with more points will probably buy it.

After all, if you want to buy mooncakes these days, there is only one place left.

"How many mooncakes are there?" Gong Wan asked worriedly.

He was worried that he would produce too many mooncakes and be held responsible if they couldn't be sold.

"About 3500," Li Zhengping replied.

"call--"

Gong Wan breathed a sigh of relief. There were 4 level 5 and 3500 personnel in this trading market, but there were only of them here, so it was not difficult to sell them.

"No, I have to go check out that mooncake."

Gong Wan hurried to the kitchen, cut open the box of mooncakes with a kitchen knife, and took out a mooncake.

This piece of mooncake weighs about three taels, which is quite heavy.

The skin is golden, crispy and smells slightly sweet.

"Can I open it and see the filling inside?" Gong Wan looked at Li Zhengping behind him.

Added: "I need to see the fillings inside before I can promote it to the customers outside."

It was just a mooncake. Li Zhengping nodded and said, "Break it."

After hearing what Li Zhengping said, Gong Wan couldn't wait to break the mooncake.

The moment you break it open, the filling inside comes into view.

Gong Wan looked at the filling carefully, which contained raisins, melon seeds, and red bean paste. He put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and it smelled a strong egg flavor.

"There are eggs in it?" Gong Wan looked up at Li Zhengping in disbelief.

At this time, an egg is so precious.

Li Zhengping seemed to remember something, hurried back to the car, and took out a list.

"Here, I almost forgot about this. This is the mooncake list. Please sign your name. It will tell you what fillings are added to these mooncakes."

Gong Wan nodded and counted the mooncakes himself.

He discovered that there was one mooncake missing from the number written on the list, which was the one he had just broken open.

So I added a supplementary note below and signed my name.

Li Zhengping took his signed name and turned to leave.

The mooncakes are sold by the restaurant and should be sold out quickly.

After he left, the employees in the kitchen all looked at the mooncakes in the box.

These employees in the self-operated restaurants are all level 3 non-staff personnel.
Jobs in restaurants are different from other jobs. They are very important and involve food safety issues.

In particular, this Oil City restaurant sells tortillas for ordinary survivors, which is all most survivors can afford.

If the staff inside poisons the room, it will cause an extremely serious safety accident.

Therefore, all the staff of this self-operated restaurant are level 3 non-staff members with families.

Gong Wan saw how they were looking at the mooncakes, so he reminded them, "Your share of mooncakes has been placed on your beds in the dormitory. Don't move the mooncakes here. Do you hear me?"

Meng De, who was still holding a spoon in his hand, smiled and said:

"Hey, Brother Gong, we will definitely not touch anything you said. Just be at ease. When will you start selling it?"

Gong Wan thought for a moment and said, "Let's start selling now, at window number 4."

"Also, Lao Meng, please write an introduction on the small blackboard at the door."

"Okay, but Brother Gong, selling 5 points for a level 5 personnel is a bit expensive, right?" Meng De asked with some concern.

"The city lord set the price, you go and argue with him," Gong Wan rolled his eyes.

"Ahem, I'm going to work." Meng De quickly picked up a box of mooncakes and slipped into the front hall.

In the Dazhangshu forces, the city lord's orders are everything, and no one dares to deny Li Yu's orders.

Li Yu's prestige has now reached an extremely high level.

soon.

Meng De ordered window number four to be closed, which caused dissatisfaction among the survivors waiting in line.

A man in a blue striped short-sleeved shirt complained:

"No, we've been waiting in line for so long, why did it suddenly stop?"

Meng De patiently explained: "I'm sorry, we have a new product. Please go to windows one, two, and three to buy it."

"No matter what new products we have, it won't affect our continued purchase of tortillas," the man frowned.

Hey!
It really is!
Meng De slapped his head and cursed himself for being so stubborn.

Brother Gong only said that mooncakes will be sold at Window No. 4, but he did not say that the sale of mooncakes at Window No. 4 will be suspended. We can just wait until tomorrow and set Window No. 4 as a special window for selling mooncakes.

Put yourself in their shoes. These people have been waiting in line for more than ten minutes and finally it is their turn. Now they have to queue again. This is really not a good thing.

So Meng De asked someone to clear some space on window No. 4 for the tortillas, and took the mooncakes out of the packaging bags and stacked them into a small hill for display.

The man in the striped shirt's eyes widened as he saw the mooncakes displayed through the glass.

"No, this is a mooncake? You can make this? How many points are there for one?"

Some survivors of Team No. 3 behind him and beside him heard his exclamation and turned their eyes over.

Everyone was talking about it as if they had seen something new and extraordinary.

"Damn, I can actually buy mooncakes!"

“Is that a mooncake?”

"I don't know, but it looks similar. If it's not expensive, I can buy one."

"I want to buy some too. The day after tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. If I can eat mooncakes in this apocalypse, it will satisfy my wish."

Amid the discussions, Meng De placed the broken piece of mooncake at the front of the mooncake hill as a display.

Bean salad shreds, filled with dried fruits, with a golden skin that exudes a faint aroma.

It is in stark contrast to the dry tortillas next to it, which are made mainly from corn stalks.

"Oh my god, it's stringy and looks delicious."

"It feels very sweet. I want to eat it. I haven't eaten anything sweet in a long, long time."

"This one must be very satisfying."

“My favorite is the one with red bean paste filling.”

"How many points does it take? I'm so anxious."

"It seems that you can only buy it at window number 4 now. Do you want to queue up?"

"If it's not expensive, I'll have to get one. I haven't eaten mooncakes in years."

"How many points do you think are acceptable?"

"0.5 points, 1 point at most, there's no need to go higher."

Amid the discussions, Meng De took the small blackboard with the writing on it, pushed open the side door and walked out, and hung the small blackboard next to glass window number four.

The man in the striped short-sleeved shirt, who was standing at the front of the line at window number four, looked at the words on the small blackboard and read them out.

"Only 500 mooncakes are available for the Mid-Autumn Festival."

“One person can only buy one.”

“Mooncake ingredients: flour, peanut oil, eggs, milk, preserved fruit, red bean paste, sunflower seeds”

"Selling price: Level 2 personnel: 5 points/person. Level personnel: points/person."

When he read the first ingredients, he tried to hold back his saliva.

But when he read the price, he was stunned.

"How much? 5 points? Are you trying to steal the points? This is too expensive! Who can afford it?"

The people behind him also saw the small blackboard, and when they saw the 5 points, they also complained.

"Five points is a lot. It's enough to buy 5 tacos."

"Yeah, it's too expensive. I might as well buy 20 tortillas. The price is too high. I won't buy it."

"Haha, can you afford it? Just say you don't want to buy it."

"Bullshit, I have points. It's not that I can't afford mooncakes, but corn cakes are more cost-effective!"

His remarks resonated with others.

Yes, compared with corn tortillas, moon cakes are about the same size. And corn tortillas contain more starch, and are baked very dry, with very low water content, so one corn tortilla is enough to fill you up.

Why do you price one mooncake so high?

A man in a sweatshirt in the crowd stared at the limited edition of 500 copies with a thoughtful look on his face.

Hearing them arguing over there, Meng De frowned and said:
"Don't make a fuss. I'm not forcing you to buy. If you want to buy, buy it. If you don't want to buy, don't buy it. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

He pointed to the striped man standing in the front and asked, "What do you want?"

The striped man looked at the golden and crispy mooncakes and wanted to eat them very much. He was tired of eating corn tortillas every day.

But he really couldn't bear to spend five points to buy mooncakes.

“Two tacos.”

As he said that, he handed over his number plate.

"He also said, if you lower the price, I will definitely buy it."

Meng De took his number plate, deducted 0.5 points from him, printed out a small receipt, and handed it to him along with two tortillas.

"That's the price, buy it if you want."

The striped man curled his lips and said, "No one will buy it at such a high price!"

"Oh." Meng De ignored him.

Anyway, he is just following orders from above, so if he really can't sell it, it's none of his business.

"next."

Behind me was a middle-aged woman in her forties, who handed over her number plate.

"Give me one corn tortilla and one whole grain tortilla."

As she spoke, she looked at the mooncakes placed next to her.

The fillings of the mooncakes are made from real ingredients, and looking at the ingredient list, we can even see eggs and milk added to them, which are rare and luxurious things.

But she really had no choice. Her husband had finally been able to work on the construction site, and she couldn't squander the points he had.

"0.55 points." After deducting his points, Meng De gave her a multi-grain cake and a corn cake.

Almost every survivor who came to buy later focused on the mooncakes, but no one bought them.

After four or five people came, a man in a sweatshirt finally spoke:

"Give me 23 mooncakes and 23 tortillas."

As he spoke, he took out the red team number plate.

In the trading fair, two types of number plates will be issued, one for individuals and the other for a team. A team must have more than ten people to form a team.

Everyone in the team will also have a personal number plate.

The reason for issuing team number plates is also for convenience.

Some things in the trading market are limited in quantity, and one person can only buy one or a few. If a team of hundreds of people use their personal number cards to buy something, then hundreds of people have to come to buy it, or one person has to bring hundreds of number cards to swipe them one by one, which is extremely troublesome.

Therefore, the role of this team number plate is reflected. It can exercise the rights of the team. The number of quotas that can be used is determined by the number of people in the team.

Generally speaking, this number plate will be placed in the hands of the team captain or vice-captain.

When everyone heard what the man said, they were excited.

"He's crazy! 23 mooncakes, more than a hundred points, how can he come up with that?"

"Yes, 23 mooncakes, that's crazy! It's such a waste to buy so many."

"You guys are not serious. He has a team number plate, so he should have more than a hundred points. But if his teammates knew that he was squandering like this, they would probably beat him to death!"

"23 mooncakes, there should be 23 people in their team."

A man with a yellow face and a mole on his nose next to him reminded him:

"Dude, don't be impulsive. This is more than 100 points. You may be the captain of your team, but if you buy all the mooncakes, your teammates will definitely not agree. Points are hard to earn now, so don't squander them like this."

The man in the sweatshirt smiled and said meaningfully: "I suggest you buy one, it's limited."

After that, he ignored him and said to Meng De:

"Brother Meng, bring me 23 mooncakes and 23 corn cakes."

Meng De looked at Zhu Ziming with a smile, "Your barbecue restaurant is doing so well, you are so generous."

Then he gave him 23 moon cakes and 23 corn tortillas.

Zhu Ziming's team has exactly 23 people, and now everyone has a mooncake.

"Level 2 personnel, buying mooncakes costs 23 points each, 46 mooncakes cost 51.75 points, plus corn tortillas cost points." Meng De handed him the list.

Zhu Ziming packed the food in a canvas bag he brought with him, as the hotel did not provide any packaging bags.

Nowadays, no one really cares too much about whether something is dirty or clean.

Some are good to eat.

After Zhu Ziming got the mooncake, he ran towards the barbecue restaurant excitedly.

Hurried to the barbecue restaurant.

The barbecue restaurant does good business at night, and there must be at least four or five people on their team helping out.

"Where is the captain?" Zhu Ziming looked around the store and did not find Xie Dongming, so he asked Wen Qian who was preparing ingredients.

Wen Qian pointed to the East District Living Area and said, "He is resting in the dormitory building."

Zhu Ziming quickly took out five tortillas from the canvas bag and handed them to Wen Qian.

This is Wen Qian and his friends’ dinner.

Although they set up stalls to sell barbecue every day, they sell these barbecued meats.

But they can't afford it, and they are reluctant to eat these barbecues. For them, eating meat is still too luxurious, so they mainly eat tortillas on a daily basis.

Wen Qian glanced at Zhu Ziming's huge canvas bag and asked, "Brother Zhu, what's in your bag? Why is it so much bulger than usual?"

"You'll know later." Zhu Ziming ran towards the dormitory building without looking back.

Carrying a canvas bag of mooncakes and corn cakes, he soon arrived at the Level 2 accommodation building.

Since they are level four personnel, they can live there by only paying 0.01 points each.

If a level 2 personnel wants to live in a level 0.1 house, each person needs at least points to be able to do so.

Huhu——

He rushed into the room where Xie Dongming was and saw Xie Dongming sitting on the bed sorting his packages. He planned to lead the team out hunting in person in two days.

Hearing footsteps, Xie Dongming looked up and saw Zhu Ziming.

"Ziming is here, let's distribute the corn tortillas we bought to everyone."

Zhu Ziming rushed to Xie Dongming and spread a clean blanket on the bed.

Take out the mooncakes one by one.

"Hmm?? What is this?"

Xie Dongming opened the mooncake wrapper and poured out the mooncake.

Looking at the familiar shape of the mooncake, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Mooncake? Where did it come from? Is this sold in the trading market now? How many points are there for one?"

Zhu Ziming squatted beside the bed and said with a smile:
"2 points each."

"What?!" Xie Dongming looked at Zhu Ziming in surprise after hearing the price.

He and Zhu Ziming had known each other before the end of the world and had been friends for more than ten years. He had a calm personality.

Moreover, his ability to survive in the wild hunting is only stronger than his own, so he trusted him very much and gave him the team card to let him buy food.

I didn't expect that he would spend dozens of points to buy this thing without my permission.

This price is really too luxurious for them!

"Oh, you."

Xie Dongming changed his tone when the words came to his lips, "I've already bought it, so let's just leave it at that. It just so happens that the brothers have worked hard recently, so I'll give everyone some benefits. But you don't have to buy so much, just buy ten pieces and share it with everyone."

Zhu Ziming quickly said, "They are selling it, limited to 500 copies."

"Brother Dongming, I feel like there's something profitable in this!"

"It's limited to 500 copies. Even if he has more than copies, it definitely won't be too many. There are tens of thousands of people in our trading market, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, so it will definitely be a hot seller."

Xie Dongming frowned and said, "But not everyone can afford it. After all, only a few people can afford it."

Zhu Ziming analyzed with a thoughtful look in his eyes:

"Captain, there are thousands of Level 500 members in the trading market, including the Tattoo Gang, Dawn Breaking Group, Iron Blood Gang, Tianji Sect, Garbage Group, Summer Resort, and Jiming Hall. They can definitely afford mooncakes. Even if only one-tenth of them buy, all mooncakes will be sold out by them."

"What's more, there are tens of thousands of level five personnel. Forces like Tingfeng Tower, Water Dragon Society, Cold Blood Army, and Axe Gang definitely have no shortage of points. They can definitely afford it."

“When the demand exceeds supply, and the Oil City Hotel sells out, we will take out these 23 mooncakes and sell them for five points, and we will make a profit!”

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