Apocalyptic Mechanical Chariot

"This thing, together with the one ton of high-gluten flour from before, is still the same price just now. I want five semi-automatic rifles, and each semi-automatic rifle needs 100 rounds of corresponding bullets."

It seems that five semi-automatic rifles are the goal that Shi Rong must achieve in this transaction. After the transaction plan for a ton of high-gluten flour was rejected just now, she had no choice but to take out the life core.

However, Han Feng still sighed slightly in response to Shi Rong's request.

Normally, five semi-automatic rifles plus 500 rounds of ammunition in exchange for one life core and one ton of flour would definitely make a lot of money. However, due to the current special situation, Han Feng just couldn't take out these five semi-automatic rifles.

For a time, the transaction between the two parties reached a deadlock.

"Brother Han, why don't you tell us what you can sell first, and we'll see if there's anything we need. It's okay for you to be in a stalemate here."

Lin Hai, who was standing aside, saw that the transaction between Han Feng and Shi Rong was deadlocked. He immediately came over to smooth things over and asked Han Feng to tell him what he could sell here.

Han Feng lowered his head and thought for a few seconds: "I can sell part of the medicine and part of the gasoline here."

When Han Feng revealed the supplies he could trade, the leaders of the three towns and one county present could not help but frown.

There is undoubtedly a shortage of medicines in the apocalypse, but without professional doctors, most medicines will not be able to provide timely treatment. What's more, in this world, many more survivors are killed by zombie attacks than those who die from illness. Therefore, medicines are not as attractive as weapons.

Similarly, for them who already have a territory, gasoline cannot be considered a scarce commodity. Even if there are several gas stations in a small town, it cannot be considered a very scarce commodity.

As the host of this trading conference, Lin Hai walked out again after falling silent again when he saw the scene.

"Brother Han, if you are really interested in this thing, then brother, I can provide these five semi-automatic rifles and these bullets."

"Oh? Are you here to bring out these weapons? What do you want?" Han Feng looked at Lin Hai who took a step forward with a suspicious expression. Everyone knew the importance of weapons in the apocalypse. Lin Hai could not agree to give out these five weapons in vain. A semi-automatic rifle, he must have subsequent requirements.

Sure enough, when Han Feng asked about his specific requirements, Lin Hai, who had already walked up to Han Feng, smiled.

Then he stretched out his right hand and patted Han Feng on the shoulder and said: "Brother Han, you are quick to speak. You must also understand that if I, Lin, give away these weapons for free, you will not believe it, and I cannot be so generous."

"You and your team can actually fight from the Demon City to a small place like Qin Kang. You must have a certain level of strength."

"Okay, if you have any requests, just tell me, and I will weigh whether it can be done." Han Feng interrupted Lin Hai's flattery directly, and motioned for him to tell him his request quickly.

"As the saying goes, take people's money and help them eliminate disasters. About 40 kilometers northeast of Qinkang County, there is a Qinkang Chemical Park. There are many chemical companies in the park, and my request is very simple. I don't want it. You go get those extremely dangerous chemical materials, and all you need to do is get me ten sets of chemical protective suits. On average, one rifle is worth two sets of chemical protective suits."

After listening to Lin Haidi's narration, Han Feng frowned unconsciously and began to think: For ordinary counties, it is indeed possible to search the entire county for professional protective clothing without finding one, and those chemical companies, in order to For production safety and inspection needs, there will definitely be chemical protective clothing within the company, which is reasonable.

However, Lin Hai spent a lot of money to buy ten sets of chemical protective suits, which made Han Feng feel a little surprised.

We must know that weapons are a necessity in the apocalypse. He actually gave away five semi-automatic rifles for ten sets of chemical protective suits. He obviously lost a lot on this transaction.

"Is there something wrong with this chemical park?" Regarding Lin Hai's invitation, Han Feng could only speculate and think about the worst.

While Han Feng was thinking, Shi Rong, who was standing aside, also looked at Han Feng anxiously. If Han Feng could agree to this three-party transaction, then she could have an explanation with her clan members when she went back.

"Okay, I agree to this deal." Han Feng, who stood there thinking for a long time, finally nodded and agreed to go to Qinkang Chemical Park to look for chemical protective clothing. The life core in Shi Rong's hands was too tempting for him. .

"Okay, then when this trading conference is over, I will give you the relevant information about Qinkang Chemical Park." Lin Hai also had a smile on his face after receiving a positive reply.

"Shi Rong, why don't you and your men stay in Qinkang County temporarily after the trading meeting, and wait until Brother Han gets the chemical protective suits, and then we can make a deal."

"I understand." Faced with this situation, Shi Rong could only nod in agreement.

Lin Hai, an old fox, would never make a deal in advance without getting a chemical protective suit.

When Han Feng, Lin Hai, and Shi Rong completed the transaction, the pace of the entire trading conference suddenly accelerated.

"Now that your business has been discussed, let's take a look at what I brought." The middle-aged man in a straw hat who was standing aside quietly listening to Han Feng, Lin Hai, and Shi Rong's three-party transaction said, He walked to the van that followed him and opened the door of the van.

After Han Feng saw the 'goods' inside the door of the van, he couldn't help but shook his head, while Shi Rong, who was standing aside, shouted excitedly: "Chu Rongjun! These are your goods. Poor woman!"

Chu Rongjun was the middle-aged man wearing a straw hat, and the van he brought was filled with nearly thirty pale-faced women. These women were crowded into the van like sardines at the moment. In the van, when the sun shone into the compartment of the van, the women crowded in the compartment covered their eyes with their hands.

"Shi Rong, I'm giving them a way out. Why are you excited? There are no relatives of yours here." Chu Rongjun, who opened the van, greatly beautified his behavior and choked back.

At the same time, he walked to the car door, stretched out his right hand, and took out a girl who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. He asked her loudly: "Tell yourselves, are you willing to be sold? Come... …to be honest!"

"I was voluntarily...sold as a commodity." The young girl with a rather immature face looked panicked after being grabbed out of the van by her neck by Chu Rongjun, but she immediately stammered. He expressed that he was willing to be sold and was not forced by others.

Chu Rongjun, who was standing next to the girl, nodded with satisfaction after hearing this answer: "Everyone has heard it, I am not a human trafficker. They all came here voluntarily. I am doing good deeds."