"Twelve boxes!"
Hearing Lin Feng say this number, the middle-aged man across the coffee table looked shocked.
I thought it was good for the young man in front of me to have three or two boxes of cans, but I didn't expect that there were so many.
Cans are extremely valuable in the apocalypse. If you take out twelve boxes and sell them at once, even a fool can see that Lin Feng is definitely not an ordinary person.
"I dare to ask you the origin of this can..."
The middle-aged man's name for Lin Feng changed from "little brother" to "sir" at first, and now he changed it to "gongzi" after hearing the number of cans. One can imagine the influence of cans. A small can can actually change a person's identity, which shows how scarce supplies are in the last days.
The middle-aged man looked at Lin Feng with squinted eyes, drew circles on the coffee table with his index finger, and asked cautiously.
It is obviously not ordinary people who can own so many cans. Three years have passed since the end of the world, and all the shopping malls and supermarkets near the base have been almost exhausted. It is almost impossible to find new food sources unless you leave the base to search far away.
But the further away from the base, the more dangerous it becomes. There are a large number of zombies outside the base, and no one knows that any advanced mutant zombies will appear. Not to mention ordinary people, even the practitioners at the base do not dare to risk searching in places too far away from the base. The more unknown the place, the more dangerous it is.
Today, when supplies are scarce, it is definitely not an ordinary person who can sell cans, and besides, it is done by a cultivator.
Lin Fengxian didn't say anything. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. The aroma of tobacco wafted out immediately.
The cigarettes traveled through time with Lin Feng and were kept in Lin Feng's jacket pocket. Lin Feng did not take them from the supermarket.
Smelling the smell of tobacco, the middle-aged man across the coffee table stopped drinking tea. His red rosacea twitched a few times, and then he confirmed his previous thoughts.
Cigarettes are a luxury item in the apocalypse, and only the big guys at the center of the base can afford to smoke them. The middle-aged man remembered that it had been an unknown amount of time since he last smoked.
Seeing the appearance of the middle-aged man, Lin Feng simply took out a cigarette from the cigarette case again and handed it to the middle-aged man.
For fear of dropping the cigarette on the coffee table, the middle-aged man quickly caught it, his hand still shaking a little. After lighting it, take a deep breath, then close your eyes, showing an expression of great enjoyment.
"To be honest with the boss, I am not from this base." After handing Dong Wu a cigarette, Dong Wu shook his head and said that he did not smoke, Lin Feng spoke again.
"During a large-scale zombie hunt, my family and I got separated. Now they are rushing here. They are leaving in a hurry. They didn't bring many white crystals with them. They still have to live here, you know."
After blowing out a smoke ring, Lin Feng lazily leaned on the chair, squinted his eyes and said to the middle-aged man.
The smoke spreads through the air, then fades and disappears.
As expected, after listening to Lin Feng's words, the middle-aged man secretly thought.
Such a number of cans would definitely not be in the hands of ordinary people. Lin Feng's simple words not only concealed the origin of the cans, but also warned the middle-aged man that Lin Feng had a family.
When he walked out of the store, there were 360 white crystals lying in the storage space of Lin Feng's apocalyptic watch. Looking at these white crystals, Lin Feng smiled.
12 boxes of cans were sold at a price of 30 white crystals per box. Despite the high price, the middle-aged man sent Lin Feng and Lin Feng to the door of the store with a smile on his face.
He promised that the middle-aged man would come here again if he still wanted to sell cans, but Lin Feng felt that the possibility was not very high.
Dong Wu was given 5 white crystals, which was five times as much as promised before. Dong Wu was quite honest and refused to accept it at all at first. The two of them resisted for a long time before accepting it.
"Brother Feng, let me hang out with you from now on!"
While walking on the road, Dong Wu suddenly spoke to Lin Feng with a sincere attitude.
He had only known Lin Feng for more than a day, but Dong Wu saw that Lin Feng was a righteous man. As soon as they met, he was able to give him a can worth 30 white crystals. 30 white crystals are enough for an ordinary person to live without worries for three months. . But in Lin Feng's case, he just gave it to an unknown person like Dong Wu.
He originally promised to give Dong Wu a white crystal as a reward, but then gave him so much more, and the price was just for Dong Wu to lead the way. Anyone can do such a thing.
In the end of the world, although human life is not valuable, the most important thing is trust and loyalty. Without these two things, it will be difficult to survive in the apocalypse.
No matter how powerful a person is, no one can say what dangers there are in this mode. If you have friends you can trust, the benefits are self-evident.
Dong Wu didn't consider whether Lin Feng belonged to a certain family. He just said it sincerely because Lin Feng was so kind to him.
"Go back and tidy up and find a place to live."
Lin Feng glanced at Dong Wu and did not answer directly.
The problem of shelter is a big problem right now. The environment in the slums is so bad that weak people will starve to death or die of illness every few days. Lin Feng didn't want to die from the zombies instead of being infected or sick.
Lin Feng asked Dong Wu on the way and learned that some people in the base had professions, such as doctors who treated people. The base sends out troops and practitioners every month to search for supplies, and sometimes they find some medicines and medical equipment left before the end of the world.
After these things were brought back, a small hospital was built in the base. The hospital was controlled by the base leadership, and ordinary people had to pay a certain fee for medical treatment. The medical supplies are all purchased by the base at risk, and the charges are understandable. But people without money have no choice. The base is not a philanthropist and cannot provide free medical care.
And if there is a hospital, it needs doctors. Those who were doctors before the end of the world were recruited to the hospital and received monthly wages.
Not only the hospital, there are also some other public facilities in the base, all of which require professional talents, so there are many "white-collar" people in the base who are paid to serve the base.
As a result, a gap between rich and poor arises. People with careers and abilities naturally have a higher standard of living, and it goes without saying that those who are cultivators live at the top of the base pyramid. And those who have no fighting ability or technical ability become the lowest class of society and can only live in slums.
With that said, the two of them arrived at the outskirts of the slum area. Since they were going to live in the living area, they naturally had to pack up their things, even if Dong Wu had nothing worth packing.
Lin Feng needs help now. He knows that he has just entered the end of the world and still knows little about this world. Dong Wu looked more serious. At least since he just got money from selling cans, Lin Feng didn't see greed in his eyes. Even if Lin Feng gave him more white crystal than he had promised before, Dong Wu tried his best to shirk it. Lin Feng could see that it was not an act.
"Please let my child go."
(End of chapter)