Just reborn Two-dimensional, doomsday

"No wonder."

"..."

Most of the people discussed in low voices.

Standing on the auction stage, Qianchun Xi'an's pale eyes flashed, and she looked at the smiling masked man below.

For some reason, she always felt that she had seen each other before.

However, there were too many candles around, and the light distribution was extremely uneven, causing the light and shadow to be slightly distorted.

She racked her brains and couldn't remember who it was.

Forget it... What's the use of thinking about it now?

She sighed in her heart, her vision blurred again, and she fell into a state of trance.

Yu Gongyao's first bidding made a small number of impatient guests unable to sit still, and they no longer cared about the elegant demeanor of the upper class.

"Five!"

"Six!"

"..."

"Ten!"

In just a few tens of seconds, the price was more than tripled after Yao Yugong shouted out the price.

And this kind of price made the guests who were interested in bidding show hesitant expressions.

Ten sticks of cigarettes are equivalent to 100 packs, which can be said to be a huge sum of money in the apocalypse.

So much money is exchanged for a woman. Although she looks good and has a good figure, is it really worth it?

Besides, the woman on the stage seemed to have the idea of ​​begging for death, so forget it.

The guests above XX comforted themselves in this way, and the price of the auction began to increase slowly. After the price of '13 cigarettes', no one continued to bid.

The men who were seated two seats in front of Yu Gongyao's left were the last bidders.

He turned his head and looked at Yugong Yao with a playful face, and he couldn't hide his desire to show off.

"My guest, do you still want to bid?"

Perhaps because of the first bid, the auctioneer has already included Yu Gongyao as the focus of attention.

These days, a rookie is like a fat sheep. He only needs to be a little excited, and there is a high probability that the other party will come to him.

The higher the auction price, the richer his commission, so naturally he has to try his best to raise the price of the auction item.

"Of course." Yu Gongyao chuckled, "It's still the price of three packs of cigarettes."

As soon as these words came out, the people around were stunned for half a second, watching his eyes gradually change.

"My guest, you..." The auctioneer was a little speechless. Is there something wrong with his way of expression?

But in the next second, Yu Gongyao's answer made him stunned.

"Military special."

"Huh?" The auctioneer was a little confused, "Military special offer? What do you mean?"

As soon as the thoughtless words were finished, he wished he could slap himself.

Since most of the auctions use cigarettes as the main currency, cigarettes must be specially provided by the army.

The rest of the guests looked at Yu Gongyao suspiciously.

Most of the people here seldom had a prominent family background before the doomsday.

It can be seen from the too deliberate pursuit of the so-called 'elegance'.

They are more likely to roll up the economic snowball step by step through the accumulation not long after the end of the world, and become a class above the well-off society in the new era.

If the background was really similar to that of a wealthy young lady like Kaguya Shinomiya, she probably wouldn't appear in such a place.

So even if you have cursed thousands or thousands of times, you will dig up the ancestral graves of high-level military officials in different ways.

In their habitual thinking, the army is definitely an existence that cannot be provoked.

The auctioneer also ignored the surrounding voices, hurried to Yu Gongyao, and asked cautiously: "My guest, can you let me see the special cigarettes for the army in your hand?"

"Yes." Yu Gongyao nodded slightly.

Saeko Busujima understood, and took out three cigarettes from the shoulder bag one by one and handed them to the auctioneer.

"..."

The auctioneer put his eyes close to the cigarette packaging, and his fingers kept rubbing the cellophane on the outside of the cigarette.

After a long while, he nodded heavily, "It's true that I haven't seen it on the market."

As for whether it is the supplies specially provided for the army, he does not know.

But from the appearance, nine out of ten are true, because it is difficult to produce such exquisite packaging boxes when most of the industrial technology has been abandoned.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the man in black standing in the corner, and let out a heavy breath.

What Yu Gongyao did just now, he also listened to other colleagues discussing it in the background.

Fortunately, I didn't provoke such people.

"Guests, the auction continues."

The auctioneer walked back to the steps, paused for a few seconds and continued, "This customer's asking price is equivalent to 30 sticks of ordinary cigarettes. Is there any customer who wants to continue bidding?"

30 cigarettes?

crazy.

Most of the people present shook their heads, and instantly extinguished the remaining thoughts in their hearts.

This price is too high, and it is only a mile away from the highest priced auction item in the past.

It seems that this is the only way to go - the auctioneer feels sorry.

The price he replaced was indeed inflated, not to say that this kind of special cigarettes were not worth the price, but that their auction house was too small.

If it weren't for Yugong Yao's unknown background, it would be impossible for him to calculate such a high ratio.

"Ten cigarettes, plus two rifles!"

Just when the auction was about to be finalized, a voice sounded a little unwilling.

"Huh?" Yu Gongyao raised his eyebrows and looked at the position in front of him on the left.

The bidder was the last bidder just now.

He was looking at this side with a gloomy face at this time.

This expression made Yu Gongyao couldn't help laughing out loud.

This guy's brain circuit is a bit strange, why does it look like he has robbed his wife and children?

"This..." The auctioneer had a headache.

Maybe the current rifle is a little weak against mutant zombies, but if it is against people, its lethality is still at the dominant level.

One is a luxury item and the other is a weapon, the value of which is difficult to measure.

In a dilemma, he simply said, "Well, let's discuss it with the seller."

"There's no need to discuss it." The fat man stood up, smiled and patted Yu Gongyao on the shoulder a few times, "I haven't tasted the special cigarettes provided by the army, so I gave it to this little brother."

After all, he showed two rows of yellowish teeth to Yu Gongyao.

Chapter 277. Down the River, Dangerous!

"3 packs of special cigarettes, this auction is over! Guests take a break and will continue after a while."

Ignoring auctioneer Rory's chattering speech and surrounding gazes, Yu Gongyao stood up and shook hands with the chubby man with a smile.

"Thank you bro, will we have a drink together later?"

"Okay." The slightly fat man smiled like a chrysanthemum, feeling extremely satisfied in his heart.

If they can really get involved with the army, their Shimada group will make a lot of money.

The corners of Yu Gongyao's mouth rose slightly, without saying anything, he walked towards the backstage of the auction house.

"Miss, are you not jealous?"

"I dare not, otherwise I will have good fruit to eat when I go home."

"Haha, yes. Brother Shanghe can tell at a glance that he is not an easy person."

Saeko Busujima looked at the fat man who was sitting down again by a seat next to her, her smile became a little meaningful.

......

After the money and goods were cleared, the person in charge of handing over reminded: "This customer, please take care of your goods. If anything happens to cause losses, this auction house will not be responsible..."

Seeing that he still wanted to continue, Yu Gongyao frowned and interrupted with a wave of his hand, "I know."

After finishing speaking, he pulled the chain that tied Xi'an Qianharu's hands, and walked towards the temporary residence provided by the auction house.

Not to do something, but to quickly understand what happened.

As for why her handcuffs and anklets were not released, the reason is very simple.

Everyone does this, but you are the only one who does something special and doesn't attract attention.

Yu Gongyao didn't want to attract attention because of this, causing unnecessary troubles to follow up.

"Snapped."

The door had just been closed, and Yao Amamiya had no time to say anything, when he saw Chiharu Xigan, who had been bowing her head the whole time, rushing towards the extremely hard wall.

This action really surprised Yu Gongyao, and he quickly stretched out his hand to grab her.

But what was embarrassing was that she was wearing a backless dress that exposed a large area of ​​skin on the back, and her whole body was almost equivalent to wearing a layer of transparent cloth.

Accompanied by the sound of "tearing", Yu Gongyao looked at the remaining fabric in his hand, and his expression fell silent.

Fortunately, after the tug-of-war just now, Xi Anqianqian's act of committing suicide did not succeed, but the skin of her head was broken.

"It's me, don't be impulsive."

Yu Gongyao frowned and took off his mask, revealing his true face.

"Are you... Amamiya?"

Xi An Qianchun, who still wanted to make another move, froze for a moment, staring blankly at the man standing in front of her and looking down at her.

With her current appearance, she always looked a bit bad, Yu Gongyao didn't think too much, took off the coat on her body and threw it over.

"Next I will ask, you answer, and you will report to Dragon Ball when you go back to other matters."

"clear?"

Covering her chest with her clothes, Nishigan Chiharu nodded, not even having time to wipe the tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes, waiting anxiously for him to ask questions.

"Your team, what happened?"

"It was snowing and we were attacked when we were about to return to the territory. The Shimada group did it."

"Where are the other members besides you?"

"I don't know." Xi'an Qianchun's eyes dimmed again, "We were separated when we were sent here."

"Is the person who sent you here a little chubby with a half-mask with crimson patterns on his face?"

Hearing his words, Xi'an Qianchun was stunned for a few seconds, then clenched her fists tightly, her chest heaving rapidly.

"Yes!"

She didn't ask why Yu Gongyao knew.

Because her mind was filled with hatred at this time, and her eyes had turned a little red.

"I see, you calm down first." Yu Gongyao couldn't help sighing.

Good luck tricks people, and the development of things is really confusing.

After pondering for a moment, he turned and left the small room.