Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

"Come on, come on, these are the last four mooncakes left. Only four left, while stocks last!"

"Okay, now there are only three left!"

Many people gathered at Xie Dongming's barbecue restaurant. Zhu Ziming stood on the steps next to the door. In front of him was a small table with three moon cakes on it.

"I want them all!" Nobita squeezed through the crowd and shouted loudly.

Nobita, who ran out of the Water Dragon Club bar in shame, originally wanted to go back to the dormitory building first, but when he passed by a barbecue stall, he found that the barbecue restaurant was actually hawking its wares, so he stopped immediately.

Zhu Ziming raised his lips, "Okay, one mooncake is 7 points, three mooncakes are 21 points, please give me the number plate."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

"No!? How come mooncakes are worth 7 points each? Shouldn't it be 5 points?"

“The price has gone up, so just tell me whether you want to buy it or not?” Zhu Ziming did not explain too much. Now people who have mooncakes in the market are unwilling to sell them, but there are a lot of people who want mooncakes.

Nobita hesitated for a few seconds, gritted his teeth, and thinking of the arrogant face of Big B from the Cold-Blooded Army, he said with a ruthless heart: "Okay, I'll give it to you!"

Anyway, the boss also wants to buy one. As the boss said, the mooncake is no longer just a mooncake now, but also a symbol of status.

As a large force in the trading market, other forces have mooncakes, but they don't, which makes them look very shameless.

This is like the business bosses before the end of the world. Other bosses have private cars to pick them up and drive Mercedes-Benz or Rolls-Royce cars, but my boss can only take the bus or subway, which shows that he is not strong enough.

Although 21 points are not a small amount, I have to buy them now.

Zhu Ziming looked at the number plate handed over by Nobita, with a smile on his face, and handed the number plate to Wen Qian behind him, asking him to operate the points clock-in machine to deduct 21 points.

Then he handed three mooncakes to Nobita.

After returning the number plate to Nobita, Zhu Ziming did some calculations. He bought 23 mooncakes, and with the discount for level 4 personnel, he only spent 46 points.

They kept six mooncakes for themselves and sold the other 17 mooncakes.

Among them, 10 pieces were sold at 5 points, and as I found that so many people wanted the other 7 pieces, I raised the price to 7 points, and unexpectedly they were sold.

One in and one out, a net profit of 65 points.

This time, I got dozens of points without doing anything, I feel so good.

"Brother Zhu, you are so foresighted. I didn't expect that someone would want all 7 points! It's too exaggerated. What's the point? You must be a fool, right?" Wen Qian approached Zhu Ziming and asked in confusion.

Zhu Ziming was in a good mood and replied with a smile:
"There are only so many mooncakes, but there are so many people in our trading market. Let's do some simple calculations. It's definitely worth it for a Level 4 person to buy mooncakes with 2 points. There are so many Level 4 people, most of them will definitely buy them. Then the Level 5 people in the Water Dragon Club who have a lot of points will definitely want some too."

“That’s why I took the 23 mooncakes without hesitation!”

When he said this, there was a hint of pride on his face.

Wen Qian looked at Zhu Ziming with admiration, "Brother Zhu is awesome!"

The next day.

Moon Festival.

For most of the survivors in the apocalypse, there is no concept of holidays, and it doesn’t matter whether they take a day off or not.

Although they know that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, those who need to work still have to work, and those who need to go out to search for supplies still have to go out.
Uncle San and Li Zhengping still did not choose to return to the big camphor tree base.

Originally I just wanted to use the trading market as a test, but I didn't expect it to develop so well.

In the past, Oil City was just a branch base that specialized in supplying oil to the headquarters base. However, due to its better and better development, more and more people were sent from the headquarters base to reinforce it.

At this time, the Oil City has become an extremely important existence in the Big Camphor Tree forces.

As the strategic position of the Oil City becomes more and more important, a heavyweight figure must be left here to manage the place, so Uncle San chose to stay.

Before dawn, Zheng Hanbing and seven others arrived at the gate of the trading market and lined up.

But when they got here, they found that they were not the first to come.

There were dozens of people queuing in front of them, all of whom were trying to leave the trading market early.

"Brother Zheng, it seems that there are a lot of people who share the same idea as us." Jie Dali came over and said.

Come and queue up early so that you can get out earlier, avoid the crowds and reduce trouble.

Zheng Hanbing looked at the moon in the sky and glanced down at his electronic watch.

"5:14, two and a half hours until opening"

This means they have to stand here for more than two hours, and once they leave, they have to queue up again.

No one dares to cut in line at the trading market because the patrol officers will teach you a lesson.

Because the punishment was extremely severe, the survivors staying in the trading market showed extremely high civilized ethics.

It’s not because of their own high quality, but because the punishment is too severe for them to bear.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it was already 7:30 in the morning, with half an hour left before the trading market opened.

More and more people gathered outside the gate, and the four lines even stretched for hundreds of meters.

"Brother Zheng, the two men who followed us yesterday are here again. You see, they are staring at us, the one wearing a hat on the right," Feng Cheng said, patting Zheng Hanbing in front of him.

Zheng Hanbing glanced in the direction Feng Cheng mentioned, and sure enough, he saw a man in a baseball cap looking at them.

There was also a tall man standing next to the baseball cap.

Zheng Hanbing's heart sank. This group of people were chasing him relentlessly.

"It's okay, don't answer them. Lao Feng, tell everyone to follow me as soon as they get out of the city gate and run as fast as they can!"

"Okay." Feng Cheng nodded and passed the message on.

Tatata!
Just at this moment, footsteps were heard behind them.

I saw Cao Le leading a team of hundreds of people to the gate.

Looking at their coordinated movements and the cold black guns hanging on their chests, the people in the queue moved aside.

There was a lot of discussion among the survivors.

"What a great card!"

"Put on that leather, carry that gun, and you too."

"Haha, it's not that easy."

"The door is open. The door is open."

Rumbling--

The gate burst open and the survivors were ready to move, but they were blocked from entering the city by a row of guards in front of them.

Inspectors and registrars entered the city wall to check the equipment and each stood at their corresponding post.

After everything was ready, Liu Jinglue picked up the intercom and contacted Cao Le, "Captain Cao, you can open the gate of the city wall now."

"Also, Xiaofeng, you can let the people out now."

After Xiaofeng and Cao Le received the message from Liu Jinglüe, Cao Le immediately opened the gate of the city wall.

The twenty-meter-long reinforced concrete electric gate weighing hundreds of tons slowly opened.

On the other side, the survivors lined up in a queue saw that they could go out and immediately walked into the city wall.

There are four exits in total, so it was soon Zheng Hanbing and his group's turn, and it was relatively easy to get out.

Some people did not bring any prohibited items when they came in, so they were allowed to leave directly.

But when Zheng Hanbing and his men came in, they brought some cold weapons so they had to wait for a while.

However, there are very few people who enter the trading market without cold weapons. Most survivors have at least one weapon in their hands when they are outside, so that they can fight back if they encounter zombies.

Since they arrived early, there were only a few dozen people queuing in front of them.

Soon, they received their machetes and daggers.

After they got the dagger, they trotted all the way to the exit.

Zheng Hanbing ran towards the east as fast as he could, and the other six followed closely.

At this time, the Golden Tiger Gang that had been targeting them was still queuing in the back, and had not even reached the point where they could retrieve their supplies.

"Brother, they ran away, what should we do?" asked the man in the hat.

"Damn it, don't take any weapons, take the fast lane, and don't take anything." A short middle-aged man said with a cold expression.

He walked out of the line with a dozen people and ran directly to the fast lane.

This fast-track lane is specially prepared for those who do not carry any prohibited items.

After five or six years in the apocalypse, most of the survivors have killed zombies. There is still a big difference between having weapons and not having weapons.

They didn't bring any weapons with them, so it was difficult for them to deal with those who had retrieved their weapons. When they hurried to the gate, they saw that Zheng Hanbing's gang had already run several hundred meters away.

The short middle-aged man looked at Zheng Hanbing walking away and cursed, "Fuck!"

"Why are they out so early?"

"We saw someone approach them yesterday."

"Who?"

"Liu Dongdou!"

"It's him again. Why does this bastard always ruin our plans? No, we must deal with him next time! Send someone to keep an eye on him. I don't believe he won't leave the city."

Just at this moment, Cao Le walked over with a gun in his hand.

"Qiu Lao Er."

"Hey, Captain Cao, good morning." A smile immediately appeared on Qiu Laoer's originally gloomy face, and his expression changed extremely quickly.

Cao Le looked outside, then looked at Qiu Laoer and his group.

"Leaving town?"

"Uh" Qiu Laoer hesitated. If he left the city now, he would definitely not be able to catch up with Zheng Hanbing and his gang.

"Not coming out."

"Then why are you standing here? Blocking the road?"

Cao Le's eyes were sharp. "I am warning you, if I see your Golden Tiger Gang killing people and looting goods near the trading market, your Golden Tiger Gang will no longer have any reason to exist!"

As the captain of the gate guard, he stays here every day and sees a lot of people and things. Naturally, he knows all the ins and outs here.

Qiu Laoer bit his back teeth to pieces and wanted to say, "It's none of your business!"

You guys in the oil city have so many people??!
But he really couldn't afford to offend Oil City. Oil City was undoubtedly the overlord of this area, without a doubt.

Moreover, the Oil City's style of doing things is extremely ruthless. If you follow their rules, then there will be no problem.

If you don't follow their rules, you will die.

Qiu Laoer lowered his head with a cold look in his eyes.

The moment he raised his head, his eyes became clear again.

"Hey, Captain Cao, look at what you said. We in the Golden Tiger Gang are the most observant of the rules of our trading market. You really misunderstood us."

"Oh, really? I received a report about you."

"Report?" Qiu Laoer's brain was spinning frantically, thinking about when he had left someone alive during a robbery.

"Be honest. If I see you killing people and looting around the trading market with my own eyes, I will kill you!" Cao Le said in a flat tone.

It doesn't feel like a threat, but more like a statement of fact.

But this way of speaking gave Qiu Laoer a greater sense of oppression.

"Don't worry, hahaha." Qiu Laoer forced a smile and returned to the trading market with his men.

Oil City's attitude is very clear. I don't care what you do outside.
But if you rob goods and kill people under my nose, it will be regarded as a provocation to the trading market.

the other side.

Zheng Hanbing and seven others ran madly towards the forest in the east with all their might.

The reason for choosing the east side is that the forest on the east side is closest to the gate.

A few minutes later, they ran into the mountains and forests.

Zheng Hanbing looked nervously in the direction of the trading bazaar, his heart almost beating out of his chest.

When he saw that no one was following him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Huhu——

"Let's go over this mountain first, and then take the small path back." Zheng Hanbing said to the panting companions beside him.

Everyone nodded and followed Zheng Hanbing up the mountain.

beep—

A sudden noise came from loudspeakers all over the trading market.

Lao Luo's voice came out from the loudspeaker.

“Announcement of a penalty notice:”

"It has been discovered that Level 3 personnel Meng Zi and Xie Dongling accepted bribes from the motorcycle gang."

"The punishment is as follows: Level 50 personnel Meng Zi and Xie Dong Ling will be dismissed from their current positions and demoted to Level 500 personnel. Each of them will be fined points. In addition, the motorcycle gang will be fined points and will not be allowed to buy fuel at the trading market for one month!"

"After reading this, I hope you will be alert to yourselves!"

Trading market, residential area.

First-grade housing, building 3.

This is the best housing in the trading market, and is basically reserved for level 3 non-staff personnel.

The housing manager and Shen Xiaoxiao came here.

"Mengzi, Xie Dongling, you heard the broadcast. Don't come to the gas station again." Shen Xiaoxiao looked at the two of them, her eyes full of anger.

She had trusted these two people before.

I didn't expect these two people to stab me in the back, causing me to be implicated and scolded.

The housing manager of the trading market also spoke up:

"Have you packed your things? Do you want to continue living in the trading market?"

According to regulations, Level 5 personnel are not eligible to live in first-class housing at all.

Although level 4 personnel can live there, they have to pay more points.

The people in Mengzi were originally level 3 personnel and could live there for free.

Mengzi and the other man had red eyes and dark complexions, looking like they hadn't slept all night.

Since being arrested yesterday, they have been waiting for the outcome today.

Now that the results have come out, it’s like hearing bad news.

After hearing what the housing manager said, Meng Zi said in a hoarse voice: "We still have to stay in the trading market, so let's change to a third-level house."

Things are different now than before. In the future, they will have no stable guaranteed income, no assigned work, and no free housing.

In particular, he was penalized and deducted 50 points.

But anyway, the higher-ups spared their lives and did not deduct all their points.

The other four people who lived in the same dormitory sighed as they looked at the two of them.

"You two really are the ones who should have known this would happen!"

Xia Tian said with some regret:

"Lao Meng, Lao Xie, I really don't understand you two. We already have enough. Why take such a big risk? Is it worth it just for those two bottles of wine? If all else fails, you can just use your points to buy them yourself!"

Xie Dongling said in a hoarse voice: "That's a bottle of twenty-year-old Taizi."

After saying this, Xia Tian almost went over and slapped him twice.

"Will you die if you don't drink?? You're killing yourself with just one bottle of wine! You two are such idiots!"

Xie Dongling almost cried, "We know we were wrong. We were also bewildered at the time and thought it was okay to cooperate. Now we really know we were wrong."

"Damn it, I give up. You two are living too easy!" Xia Tian was so angry that he pushed open the door and left the dormitory.

The other three roommates were too lazy to pay attention to Meng Zi and Xie Dongling.

After they left, the house manager said:
"Let's go, I'll arrange housing for you."

From first-level free housing to third-level paid housing, the environment has become much worse, and there are now fees.

Falling from a level three employee to a level five employee, welfare benefits, status, quality of life and so on will be completely different.

And housing is just the beginning.

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