"800 yuan, I really can't have more customers. You see, this is an old-fashioned locomotive. Although the performance is not bad, there are very few people who are willing to buy it now. If you don't believe me, go to other stores and see who is willing to accept you. This thing. Except for me, Swede, guest. My price is very fair, but you can't find it with a lantern."
After leaving the information center in Phoenix, Zero turned to the business district of the city. In the turbulent era, the commercial area mainly dealt in weapons and equipment. Of course, there were also many shops selling and buying motorcycles. Zero intends to sell the heavy motorcycle. For the next journey, the heavy motorcycle can run no faster than two legs. What's more, the intricate topography and road conditions of Death Mountain are not suitable for heavy locomotives at all.
Unless a caravan like Camber's came from a trail developed by adventurous merchants like them for many years, but the goal is too obvious, and it is easy to become the target of many mutant creatures or guys with ulterior motives.
After selling the heavy locomotive, Ling can use the money to exchange for other supplies. As for the issue of the means of transportation after leaving Death Ridge, Zero has not considered it for the time being.
But after visiting several motorcycle shops in succession, all Ling encountered were unscrupulous profiteers. He bought this locomotive at a price of 1,800 yuan, but the purchase price offered by the merchants was less than half. The price of the thin and tall man in front of him is already considered high. Before Zero, he met a guy who only drove 500, and he almost took a gun to kill this black-hearted guy.
"1200!" Zero insisted, he was not good at bargaining, so he would only kill a number.
Swede made a haha, shook his head and said: "It's a pity, customer. It seems that this business can't be done. You might as well go to other stores and think about it."
The businessman used the trick of playing hard to get, and he knew very well that Zero would never get this higher purchase price. Those who are engaged in their business have their own set of secret rules, such as asking what price for what kind of goods, and the fluctuation will never exceed 300 yuan. As for goods such as heavy locomotives, what Schweide offered was indeed the highest price in the industry.
If Ling really wanted to sell the motorcycle, the businessman was not afraid that he would run away. He could foresee that Zero would have to come back to his shop after a round, and Swader might be able to drive down the price even more.
"This is a good car. The body is strong enough, and the engine has not been used for more than a year. Good guy, it is also equipped with a weapon rack, and it can be seen that it has been carefully modified. Let me say, the price of this big guy is 1200. Too much."
A rough voice was inserted between Zero and the merchant, and a Phoenix City officer as strong as an iron tower came over. Zero recognized him, and this man was George who chatted up Camber at the checkpoint.
George raised his bearded chin and said to the businessman: "Swede, don't think that I don't know what you guys are doing in private. Buy low and sell high, bullying the market. You have done a good job in the past few years. The arms business in Phoenix City It’s about to be monopolized by you. But I remind you, it’s best to restrain me, otherwise, I will always find a way to get you profiteers out of Phoenix City.”
Swede bowed his head and said: "Yes, yes, Chief George taught me a lesson."
He turned to Ling again and said, "My guest, our store has accepted your motorcycle, so I will pay the price you said, how about it?"
Zero nodded, and the locomotive was driven away by the store's employees. And he and Swede went to the store to handle the handover procedures. When he came out with 1,200 yuan, Zero found that George was playing with several machine guns in the store.
Seeing Zero come out, George blinked and said, "Look, I've made a deal for you. Should you buy me a drink?"
Twenty minutes later, the two appeared in the "Blue Enchantress" bar in Phoenix. The bar uses dark blue as the main color, and heavy metal as the decoration style of the entire bar. Here, most of them are the officials and soldiers of Phoenix City, and there are very few civilians coming in and out. So when George led him to drill in, Ling was watched by many soldiers.
Some soldiers even cast ambiguous glances at George when they saw Zero's handsome face. But soon, these gazes were all punched back by George's fist.
"This is the Soldier's Club in Phoenix. The wine isn't very good, but the price is fair. Believe me, if you sit in another bar for a while, you'll lose your pants to those profiteers."
George asked for two cups of brandy, and amidst the loud music in the bar, he almost yelled at Zero.
Zero drank the wine silently, took a small sip before saying, "Why help me?"
"Because it's not pleasing to the eye." George drank all the wine in his arms in one breath, and then asked the bartender for another.
"You don't know, I watched this city grow from nothing. To me, it is like my child." George no longer drank wildly, this time, he just took a sip and put down the wine bosom. He made a helpless expression and said: "But you have also seen that the city has developed, but its taste has changed. At the beginning of construction, no matter us soldiers or citizens, everyone was full of it. Enthusiasm from the heart. But now, I only smell copper. Those nasty businessmen are like greedy army ants. They come from all directions, yes, because they Phoenix has developed rapidly in recent years. But at the same time, The nature of the city is also changing. But what can we do? This city I love can only helplessly watch it change from a naive child to a philistine businessman."
After speaking, George took another sip.
Zero could see the helplessness in the middle-aged officer's heart, but in turbulent times, who can live according to their ideals. Not to mention this era of the jungle, even in the old era, everyone has a helpless reality that is incompatible with their ideals.
We either live or we are lived, don't we
Zero accompanied George to drink this bosom, and fucked it for their own helplessness!
"Listen, I'm not usually such a sentimental person. But you're nice to see, don't tell me you're just one of Campbell's fat pig guards. Hey, it's not that simple. My eyes are poisonous, you It doesn't look like you are willing to be someone's guard." George smiled, gesticulating his eyes with his fingers.
Zero smiled and chose to remain silent.
George didn't ask. Everyone has a secret in their hearts. If Ling doesn't want to say it, he won't ask. After all, the two of them are just passers-by, maybe tomorrow, neither of them will remember the other.
After the wine in Zero's glass was exhausted, he asked the bartender for another cup. For him, this was beyond the usual amount. But for some reason, he especially wanted to drink tonight. Perhaps George's helplessness also aroused the melancholy in his heart.
But in the dark, it seems that Zero is destined to not be the second cup of wine tonight. The sudden sound of the siren not only made Ling unable to drink alcohol, but even George changed his body. The helpless and decadent taste was swept away and replaced by the rigor and determination of a soldier.
George immediately pressed the communicator on his shoulder and shouted, "What happened?"
Gunshots came from the communicator, followed by a soldier yelling: "Attack, sir! The wolves in Moline City suddenly attacked us!"