Chapter 17 Jinhua Gang

Chen Qinghe held a red nail gun and carefully checked if there was any damage.

Wan Cai waited patiently.

Naturally, others remain silent and dare not disturb.

"What's the price?"

Confirmed that there was no damage, Chen Qinghe picked up a shooting nail from the stall, put it on the nail gun, then raised it with one hand, pointed the muzzle at the cement floor under his feet, and finally pulled the trigger with his index finger.

--Wo!

The nail head is embedded in the cement floor for about a centimeter, and the dust is flying.

"Brother, is this your first time?"

Wan Cai smiled and asked knowingly.

"Yes."

Chen Qinghe nodded with satisfaction and raised his eyes and said, "What does this have to do with the price?"

Although the nail gun has little effect on monsters, it is a useful weapon for people. In a sense, it is even more useful than a short hand. It is absolutely unprepared.

Hehe.

Wan Cai smiled without saying a word.

The price of the nail gun is one price a day. Where there is a stall that is almost swept away by powerful survivors, this situation of short supply, how can sellers take the initiative to make a quotation?

"Brother Wan, you're welcome."

Seeing that the atmosphere was stiff, Ah Hang quickly spoke.

"--Oh?"

Wan Cai's pupils shrank slightly, and his expression changed for the first time. Then he carefully looked at Chen Qinghe's group in front of him and apologized, "Brother, I just offended."

As the number one person in the second floor trading market.

He naturally understands the meaning of a few special secret words of Narcissus Building.

"It doesn't matter."

"It's not good to talk about it again--"

Chen Qinghe played with the nail gun and looked at Wancai.

The low-key environment in the end of the world means bullying, exploitation and oppression. Only a pair of fists that can trample on the rules are capital. It is unreasonable and not comparable to wealth (materials).

"The price is good, it's good to say."

Wan Cai breathed a secret sigh of relief, but suddenly thought of something, "But I can only sell this one to you."

"One!?"

Chen Qinghe frowned slightly.

He just wanted to wrap a total of ten nail guns and large and small nail guns on the stall, but he didn't expect to be rejected before he said it.

"Mr. Wan."

He noticed a slight change in Chen Qinghe's expression. Singh twisted his buttocks, squeezed to the front, and said angrily, "Are you worried that we can't afford to pay... money? No, do you think we can't take anything out?"

"No, no, no."

Wan Cai shook his head repeatedly and explained, "I don't mean that. There is a reason--"

"say."

Chen Qinghe Road.

Wan Cai didn't dare to look directly into Chen Qinghe's eyes. His lips were open and closed. He wanted to speak several times and swallowed it back. Obviously, he was taking care of something.

"Brother Cai, are you from the Jinhua Gang?"

A Hang sighed slightly and suddenly interrupted to solve his problem.

"Yes, it's Jinhua's people."

"They wrapped all the guns three days ago, otherwise how could the goods be left until now?" Wancai said bitterly.

"Jinhua Gang?"

Indians look puzzled. Obviously, they don't understand enough Chinese.

"Jinhua Gang, a large local gang before the end of the world--

Seeing A Hang's pains, Wan Cai introduced it to Chen Qinghe and his party.

In the changing 1990s, Ma Qiulong, the leader of the Jinhua Gang, started by collecting protection fees, and then invested in the KTV industry. With the profit from KTV, he expanded his business to real estate, and secretly engaged in high-interest trading. In this market, it can be said that it is black and white. Eat all, one of the most powerful local groups before the end of the world.

Even if the end of the world comes, the Jinhua Gang will still continue tenaciously. Now Ma Qiulong has a team of 100 people, most of them are brave and vicious survivors.

"Is it awesome if there are too many people?"

Singh looked disdainful and sneered.

"Yes, no... awesome!"

Seeing the Indian's disdainful expression, Wan Cai explained with a wry smile, "There are already three evolutionists in the team, one of whom is Ma Qiulong."

"Three?"

"But there is also a difference between evolutionists!"

Singh disdained and quickly restrained himself, but he had witnessed the scene of Chen Qinghe twisting Ruan Weiwu's head, which made him know that there was also "garbage" among the evolutionists.

After saying that, he deliberately glanced at Ah Hang beside him.

A Hang was swept by the eyes of the Indians and shuddered slightly. His eyes unconsciously drifted to the taciturn Huang Zicheng. In his mind, he subconsciously thought of the horrible picture of the other party stepping on the dead bones and stringing several street dead bodies into a barbecue.

That scene is terrible!

He will never be forgotten!

"Brother Cai."

"These are the two. You have to think about it."

A Hang's expression was solemn, and he reminded Wan Cai in secret words.

"Two--"

Wan Cai took a deep breath and was even more worried. He thought that the evolutionist was just a young man in front of him, but he didn't expect that there was another evolutionist in these three people.

Indians are not like evolutionists, so Huang Zicheng, who is silent, enters his vision, but there is more than one evolutionist on both sides, which makes him more difficult.

He is just a downfall, and no one can afford to offend him!

Just when he was in trouble.

A rough voice came from the top of the stairs.

"Brother Fei, you're here!"

Wan Cai showed an expression that was worse than crying, looking at the man who slowly walked down from the third floor.

Chen Qinghe and others looked at the man.

This is a strong man who is about 30 years old and about 190 centimeters tall. He has a brush head and a Mr.jian mei-like muscle. He almost bursts his T-shirt, but he has a strong smell of alcohol. Obviously, he has drunk a lot of wine upstairs.

Yuan Qiangfei, one of the threwhes of the Jinhua Gang!

"Who are these people?"

Yuan Qiangfei's face was drunken, and his cheeks were red. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the burly Huang Zicheng, and Chen Qinghe's sick and thin appearance was directly ignored by him.

Huang Zicheng squinted at him, as if he were looking at an ant.

"Brother Fei."

Wan Cai cheated and didn't tell the truth and replied, "These are new friends."

Friends?

"What are you doing here?"

Yuan Qiangfei burped with wine, and a mouthful of stinky wine was very smoky.

Jinhua Gang, but this Narcissus Building is the best force. Even if he has a bad attitude and unscrupulous attitude, most people can only grit their teeth and endure and dare not complain.

"This--"

Wan Cai stammered, but his eyes were always paying attention to Chen Qinghe, speculating about his next reaction, but what disappointed him was that the other party's face was calm and there was no emotion.

On the contrary, Indians look at fleas.

"Hmm?"

Yuan Qiangfei's eyes suddenly became certain.

He saw that Chen Qinghe held the nail gun in his hand and immediately understood the purpose of the three people. He scolded from the bottom of his heart, "**, where did the wild dog dare to come here to grab food!"

"Can you afford this?"

Yuan Qiangfei's eyes were disdainful, as if he was looking at three "upstarts" who had just started a supermarket. He reminded him in a bad tone, "This thing can't be bought casually!"

"What are you talking about?"

Singh scolded on the spot, "There is a way to say it again!"

"Yo-yo."

Yuan Qiangfei laughed angrily and mocked at the Indians he had never seen before. "Where did the black monkey come out? Why don't I know?"