Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 1602: This bastard, doesn’t he recognize me anymore after he got rich?
October 13th.

Half past seven in the morning.

Before the gate of the trading market opened, two thousand workers gathered there to dig ditches. Among the bustling crowd, Zhang Feng and Dai Xiaobing stood in the same row.

"I can earn another 0.65 points today!" Zhang Feng said excitedly.

Dai Xiaobing asked: "Brother Feng, how much did you drink yesterday?"

"Just two cups, two ounces, I didn't drink enough."

"How much is a cup?"

"0.3 points for a cup, 3 points for a bottle. I drink sweet potato soda. If it is mixed with industrial alcohol, it would be 0.1 points for a cup, 1 point for a bottle."

Dai Xiaobing said in amazement, "It's really expensive. Did you use up all the points you earned yesterday?"

"Well, two sweet potato stews, 0.6 points, almost 0.05 points left." Zhang Feng nodded.

Dai Xiaobing pondered for a while. He was afraid that if he reminded Brother Feng, he would be unhappy and would ruin his mood for drinking.

But he felt that Brother Feng was very good to him and his sister, and he still had to remind Brother Feng no matter whether he listened or not.

"Q."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

“How many points have you saved now?”

"Forehead"

Zhang Feng thought about it and took out a small list from his pocket, "Here, there are 2 points left."

Dai Xiaobing was surprised when he heard this, because he and Zhang Feng were on a mission to collect supplies together.

His sister was still young, only thirteen years old, and couldn't help much, so he was mainly responsible for earning points, but it took two people to do the work.

In other words, the points earned by Dai Xiaobing are actually similar to those of Zhang Feng, and sometimes even less than Zhang Feng.

Moreover, he had to support two people, himself and his sister.

However, he had already saved more than ten points, while Zhang Feng, a lone man, had only saved two points!

It’s been more than three months since the thunderstorm disaster, and I’ve only saved two points, which is equivalent to not saving much!
"Q."

Dai Xiaobing advised earnestly:
"Let me give you a suggestion. I think we should save some points. Otherwise, if we run into any difficulties, it will be very difficult to survive without points."

"Think about how hungry we were during the thunderstorm."

"Don't think I'm being long-winded. I've told you this countless times. I really hope you're doing well, Brother Feng."

Zhang Feng looked at Dai Xiaobing with sincere eyes and said with a carefree smile:
"I've actually had enough of living."

"It's really tiring to live in the apocalypse for so many years. I just want to enjoy myself now. If it really comes to that, I'd rather die."

"But at least I can still have a good time before I die. However, I do want to save up some points so I can go to Tingfeng Tower to have some fun a few times! Hahaha."

When Dai Xiaobing heard what Zhang Feng said, he sighed helplessly.

He has tried to persuade him many times, but Brother Feng never listened.

But everyone has their own choice.

Some people, no matter how difficult the situation is, will try their best to overcome it and survive.

But some people think that it is better to live a carefree life for a while than to live in pain for a longer time.

Zhang Feng is the latter.

The two people have different ideas and neither can convince the other.

The two also represent most people in the trading market, two extremes.

Or they are extremely frugal and save their points for emergencies.

Another part of them spend their hard-earned points on drinking, drinking, and going to the Tingfeng Tower for a good time.

Or they go to the duel arena to gamble, hoping to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle, and a motorcycle into a car. They can win big with a small investment.

Ugh.
Dai Xiaobing sighed and stopped trying to persuade him.

"Out of town, out of town."

8am.

The doors to the trading bazaar are officially opened.

The crowded crowd walked towards the city wall.

Chen Er held a loud speaker and shouted: "Don't crowd, line up and get out of the city!"

"Those of you over there, don't come over here. Wait until they go out, then you can go out!"

The team of survivors leaving the city in the distance was stunned when they heard Chen Er's shout.

"Is this calling us?"

"What's going on? Why are you not allowed to leave the city?!"

"What do these people do?"

"You are from outer space, right? How could you not know about such a big thing as planning to build a water plant? These people are all on-call workers. Damn, I envy them. They are getting benefits steadily, while I have to run out to search for supplies. It's hard to say whether I can find them or not."

"I went on a long trip and just came back yesterday. Waterworks? Waterworks is good. How many points do these people get?"

"0.65 points a day!"

The man in the black hat heard this and said nonchalantly, "It's just average, not as high as I imagined."

Another man in a grey sweatshirt added:

“Meals are included.”

The look in the black hat man's eyes changed a little. "It's pretty good. Food is included. It's better than searching for supplies outside."

The man in the sweatshirt continued, "They get contribution points!"

"Fuck!" The man in the black hat's eyes suddenly lit up.

The look he gave to the group of workers was full of envy.

The reason why he went on a long journey to carry out missions was to complete some tasks that could earn contribution points.

If he wanted to be promoted to level 4, he could only do so by reaching a certain number of contribution points. He had to work hard and take huge risks to run out to perform tasks.

Damn the result!
These people were digging ditches nearby, a job that required no technical skills and was purely hard work, and they actually received contribution points!

Fuck!
The man in the black hat was unbalanced, he felt like he had missed out on 100 million!

"Fuck! Why don't I, Old Zhao, have such an opportunity!"

The man in the grey sweatshirt sighed:
"This job is in high demand. I didn't get it, and you may not be able to get it either. There are too many people and too little meat. We can't do anything about it. Let's just go out and collect supplies. I hope this time I can get a surprise."

After saying that, he waited for a long time without receiving a reply from the man in the black hat, so he turned his head to look.

I saw Lao Zhao still staring at the workers.

So he asked, "Lao Zhao, you just came back yesterday after a long trip. Don't you plan to take a rest for two days?"

Black Hat Lao Zhao shook his head and said:

"No, I."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he stopped.

"I want to advance to level 4 as soon as possible, so I have to work harder and run around more. There's nothing I can do about it, alas."

In fact, he discovered a place where there might be things that were continued in the mission hall, and he could exchange them for a lot of contribution points.

But how can I tell others about this?

So as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized what was happening and changed his excuse.

The man in the gray sweatshirt didn't hear this, and said with some envy:

"Damn, do you know that guy Gong Huo?"

"I know, what's wrong with him?" asked Black Hat Old Zhao nonchalantly.

Gray T-shirt said in an exaggerated tone:
"He went to Suicheng County a few days ago and found dozens of tablet computers, mobile phones, radios and other items in the ruins of the second-hand wholesale market."

"The key is that these things are not damaged! I don't know how they were preserved. I am really envious."

“Fuck! Fuck!” Black Hat Old Zhao widened his eyes. “Fuck, Gong Huo, that bastard, no wonder he ignored me when I called him yesterday.”

"Love is getting rich!"

“How many points did he get?”

The man in the gray sweatshirt said nothing and held up three fingers.

"Thirty points? That's a lot!" Black Hat Lao Zhao exclaimed.

Being able to go out and earn so many points in one trip is equivalent to several trips of his.

"Three hundred points!" said the man in the gray sweatshirt.

Old Zhao couldn't help but curse, "Fuck! So many! This Gong Huo, this bastard, doesn't recognize us now that he's rich, right? He still owes me 0.02 points!"

"Huh? 0.02 points?" The man in the gray sweatshirt was a little confused.

Old Zhao said with anger on his face:

"He had no points left, and was even so poor that he couldn't even afford to live in the worst third-tier housing. I paid him two nights' rent."

0.01 points per night is actually very, very cheap.

Generally speaking, working on a construction site can earn more than 0.5 points a day, and some can even earn 0.6 or 0.7 points.

One day's work can pay nearly two months' rent.

Before the end of the world, this was considered an absurdly low rent.

Suppose a college graduate works in Shanghai and earns 5000 yuan a month, which means he earns 166 yuan a day.

But the rent in Shanghai, even in the suburbs, is 2000 for a small room, which means half a month's income is spent on rent.

The existence of the trading market is equivalent to the existence of the Magic City or Kyoto before the end of the world. It even has a higher status for these survivors because it is irreplaceable. They cannot find a place like the trading market that can provide them with safe shelter, where they can trade freely and buy food.

However, the trading market only requires 0.01 points, which is equivalent to one day's salary and can pay two months' rent.

Converted into the Magic City before the end of the world, it is equivalent to 166 yuan, and paying two months' rent in the Magic City is equivalent to 80 yuan per month.

Ridiculously low.

This is enough to show how poor Gong Huo was at that time.

Not even 0.01 points.

But now, I suddenly became rich, with three hundred points!

Take off on the spot!

Black Hat Lao Zhao cursed and said:
"This bastard has owed me money for half a month. I have to ask him to pay it back, and he has to pay interest."

"The interest for one day is 0.01 points. Ten days is 1 point, and one month is 100 points. He wants to give me 50 points."

The man in the gray sweatshirt looked at Lao Zhao in shock.

“Good math!”

He gave a thumbs-up.

At this moment, Chen Er came over with a loudspeaker, "I'm calling you. Didn't you hear me? Go over there, don't block the road, wait until they go out before you go out."

"Okay, sorry, sorry." In stark contrast to his previous arrogance, Old Zhao quickly nodded and bowed and walked aside.

After leaving, he spat on the ground with disdain.

"Why are you being so arrogant? Bah!"

The man in the gray sweatshirt reminded, "Old Zhao, the captain is still watching us."

Old Zhao's expression suddenly changed 180 degrees, like a dog's face. He waved and smiled in the direction of Chen Er.

The team of workers went out and started a new day of ditch digging.

The construction of the water plant in the southern area of ​​the trading market has also officially started.

With the drawings, the construction team only needs to build according to the drawings.

(Ask for monthly ticket)