Chapter 16 Wangcai, Artifact
"smoke!"
A Hang swallowed his saliva hard.
How long has it been?
He has been addicted to smoking for more than ten years and was quit by the cruel environment of the end of the world. He is about to forget the smell of smoke and the relaxed feeling that can make people forget the troubles. However, the Marlboro Road in front of him evokes Ah Hang's memory of smoke and nicotine!
Every day, they shuttle through the sewer for a mouthful of hot food, like tireless ants working. I don't know how many people dream of having free time and sitting on the corner of the ruins.
For smokers!
This is the happiest luxury in the end of the world.
"What are you doing?"
Chen Qinghe smiled and looked at A Hang's rolling throat knot, knowing how powerful the little luxury of smoking is for ordinary people, especially smokers.
He put the ice blue Marlboro in A Hang's hand and waited for his final reply. He was not impatient.
"Do it!"
A Hang said hard.
Quickly stuff Marlboro into his pocket so that it will not be "melted" by the hot eyes of the survivors around him. This bag of ice and blue Marlboro is not easy to buy in the mainland. The mint coolness of its different cigarettes alone is enough to make people have the impulse to have the last one.
"Okay, then go in with me."
Chen Qinghe nodded slightly and turned to the market.
The brand market, which was originally the front hall of the cleaning building for parking garbage trucks, has now been transformed into an open square hall, where hundreds of people are parked in front of the wall.
Most of them are unkempt and untidy.
On the three white porcelain walls of the hall, there are A4 printing paper printed on the location of a store, cinema and hardware store in the city. At the bottom of the paper end is pinned with old K, old Q points of playing cards, and recruitment information left by atomic pens.
Survivors walked in front of the wall, looked solemn on the recruitment orders, analyzed the danger of the destination, and made the final choice in hunger and anxiety.
"Where is the trading market?"
Chen Qinghe walked in the flow of people, and many survivors came to look sideways.
I have to say.
The appearance of Indians is too eye-catching. The black complex skin color is particularly eye-catching under the white fluorescent lights, which makes Singh very unhappy. No one likes to be watched as an animal.
But because of his image in Chen Qinghe's heart, he did not dare to attack.
"Just go to the second floor."
Ah Hang carefully accompanied him, regarded Chen Qinghe and his entourage as guests, and asked, "Won't you go to the map museum first? There are many maps sorted out by the building manager.
"No."
Chen Qinghe came to the stairs in the direction of seven o'clock in Pai City, climbed the cement steps, and marched to the second floor.
The map hall is located on the third floor. This is where the director of the Narcissus Building publishes the map, but not everyone can enter. Only teams with considerable strength can enter.
General survivors only operate on the first and second floors, waiting for recruitment orders and trading markets,
A group of people entered the second floor -
First of all, it feels noisy. The whole second-floor window is sealed with iron wood strips, and the partition wall is pushed. You can see many traces of the partition wall being pushed back. Looking from the top of the stairs, the stalls placed by survivors are arranged neatly according to the regional plan. The trading scene is very hot, and the rules of barter are followed. .
Gold jewelry, jewelry and banknotes were put out as toys. Before the end of the world, all mankind was pursuing things, but no one was interested in them, even if there was a survivor on the stall. Most of the people who look at the metal password box full of coins are asking about the price of the box, rather than caring about the shocking million-dollar cash in the past.
It's just a piece of paper. The money has become a cheap thing like toilet paper. The money printed with the head of the first generation of chairman seems to silently tell the end of an era.
"Do you want to go shopping first, or?"
A Hang asked carefully.
Yu Guang couldn't help looking at Chen Qinghe's mountaineering bag. The zipper of the bag was not completely locked to reveal a corner, and you can see a lot of rare luxury goods here.
Whisky, Cuban cigars, Lafite,
... After a few casual glances, A Hang's heart couldn't help fluttering.
Good boy, this group of people are all rich people!
"Let's go shopping first."
Chen Qinghe looked down and said sideways, "Wait a minute, Zicheng, see if there is something you want, and write it down first--"
There is still plenty of time, and it won't take long to go around the market. The biggest purpose of his trip is to get a vehicle, which is not as easy to be searched for as materials and other necessities. Let's not talk about how many evolutionists are planning to leave the city at present. In terms of the huge amount of specific products, it is even more difficult to drive back safely.
This is not something that can be easily got!
"Hmm."
Huang Zicheng nodded indifferently.
He is also in urgent need of a hand-to-hand weapon. Can't he use his ability to solve T-1 monsters like skeletons every time? This is not killing a chicken with a knife, but suicidal behavior.
Convenient, durable!
The guy who meets such conditions is Huang Zicheng's most ideal weapon at present. What kind of sharp knife is extremely low in durability to deal with monsters in close proximity, which is far less than stupid. Thick. Stupid guy is easy to use.
As soon as Chen Qinghe was about to go to the stall, the Indian squeezed to his side from behind, his eyes were "poor", like an unabandoned puppy, and said aggrievedly:
"Adult, adult--"
"What kind of small one do you think is suitable for you?"
A Hang looked at the Indian with a surprised face, and his impression of Singh's politeness was instantly disillusioned.
"You?"
Chen Qinghe stopped in front of a stall, squatted down and picked up a tool knife to look thin, and replied casually, "It's enough to use a good baseball bat. Don't be delusional."
"Yes, my lord."
Singh pinched the waist meat with his hand and looked depressed.
That's right. He has practiced his shooting with a stun gun for nearly a week. Up to now, his shooting level is still general. It's too early to wied an axe to cut and kill the wreckage. If he hadn't complained about the dirty work, the Indians believe that Chen Qinghe would have given up on himself.
No, you have to prove yourself!
Singh's frustration was swept away. He didn't want to be abandoned. He had to prove it with his strength, which was the capital to stay in Chen Qinghe's team.
Chen Qinghe put down the tool knife, but the Indian reacted.
Fifteen minutes later.
Chen Qinghe and his party, who strolled around the market, stopped in front of a stall near the stairs of the map museum on the third floor at ten o'clock, this old stall introduced by A Hang.
A middle-aged man with a two-splitting beard and wearing an Anima shirt sat on the pony and looked at Chen Qinghe, who was looking at the goods carefully. His name was Wancai, but his familiarity was called Wangcai.
He is shrewd and generous.
Specializing in the business of the master, getting good things from evolutionists, or digging good goods from ordinary people, and then selling them to others at a high price, he is also the number one figure in the second floor market.
"Brother, how's it going?"
"This batch of things is the most powerful goods here. The maximum speed of the nails shot out is four or five hundred meters per second. The power is almost the same as that of the real gun. On the contrary, it is easy to use and convenient to replenish ammunition." Wan Cai touched his beard and sold it.
The nail gun is also known as the nail gun. Its shape and principle are similar to that of a pistol. It uses the gunpowder gas generated by the empty bullet as the power to drive the nail into the building.
For Huaxia, which has strict gun control!
This is the most ideal substitute for firearms. It is extremely difficult to find hot weapons in urban areas, so the price and sales are growing almost every day, and the supply exceeds the demand.
It is both a security and a symbol of wealth!
To borrow a pre-the-end Internet phrase, this is a must-have artifact for traveling at home and killing people.