Chapter 32 Auction

"Xiaoran, go to bed quickly."

"Come on, get closer to your mother."

"Don't cry. Dad will be back soon."

"Think about what Dad will bring back this time. Is it a lollipop, Xiaoran's favorite beef jerky, or something else?"

"Mom, I'm hungry..."

Under the gray-black tattered blanket, the mother and son whispered, but in the end, under the son's murmur, they fell into a long silence, and there was no more voice.

Chen Qinghe looked sideways, sighed slightly in his heart, and continued to walk to the depths of the periphery. His eyes swept over the nearby survivors.

A child who has a dreamy mouth,

There was a baby who curled up in his mother's arms, but was so hungry that he bit his chest and wanted to suck.

There is an old couple sleeping hugging each other.

There are silently waiting survivors of death and disability.

There is a newlywed wife who is staring at the exit of the gate and looking forward to her husband's return.

......

A rotten blanket, a broken coat, a dirty quilt, and even an expired newspaper are all tools for survivors in the peripheral area to keep warm. It may be very simple, but it is important to ensure that they can survive.

Yes, no one wants to stay in such a cold and open place.

But where can I go if I leave?

It was for various reasons that they were forced to leave the original refuge place. After thousands of hardships, they came to the service area. No matter how unbearable it is, at least they will not be attacked by monsters and have a chance to earn food.

Chen Qinghe walked quietly.

Suddenly, a disabled boy with a broken hand on his left hand showed his head from the overcoat wrapped all over his body. His eyes were empty. After looking at him numbly, he buried it again.

He has nothing to be robbed except this coat.

Almost all survivors here are like this, unlike the survivors in the motorcade area who are very wary of strangers for fear of bad ideas and grabbing supplies.

"There are too many people."

Chen Qinghe stopped and stood beside the broken-handed boy.

From a distance, the survivors are divided into several blocks, but the density can't go deep at all, not to mention the close observation of whether there are abnormal and abnormal survivors.

In fact, Chen Qinghe is not sure that the executive will appear here. Based on the experience of his previous life, he judged that the gathering place in the service area was very suitable for the appearance of the executive, so he decided to stay in the service area for a while and check the situation in person.

Chen Qinghe glanced at the boy with broken hands at his feet.

If you want to find an executive, you have to start with the survivors living in this peripheral area. After all, it is difficult to find something unusual if you don't live here every day.

"Wake up, I have something to say to you."

......

Time flies.

Chen Qinghe's team spent the first day in the service area.

During the

period, he went out of the peripheral area three times, but he didn't get anything.

After the end of the third time, he himself returned to the car to practice the Golden Secret. After absorbing the dark energy for a long time, he entered the peripheral area again to look for clues.

......

The next day, enter the service area the next day.

The auction held every four days in the service area officially began. The venue is located in Tongda Supermarket, so the ordinary survivors were emptied and someone sorted out a suitable venue for the auction.

At midnight, the stars and the moon.

The Tongda supermarket is overcrowded, and the survivors who can come here are at least well-equipped teams in the second-class fleet area, but most of them are small and medium-sized teams with evolutionists.

In front of the metal exhibition stand for auction items, there is a beautiful young man in a white suit, holding a loudspeaker in his right hand and introducing the fifth auction item.

This man's name is Yang Tao, nicknamed Xiao Dao.

Before the end of the world, he was an auctioneer of an antique auction company, and he presided over every auction in the service area.

At this moment, there are five sets of metal armor imitating the Tang Dynasty.

The armor is black, the structure is light, but it does not have the heavy feeling of iron. This is the armor deformed from the metal ability. Its metal strength can continuously resist more than ten claw attacks of blood bats.

Such a set of defensive equipment that can improve the survival rate, especially for ordinary survivors.

Both evolutionists and ordinary survivors are interested in these five sets of metal armor. After all, not every evolutionist is alone, and many people have more or less relatives and friends.

These people have little protection in front of the terrible monsters. The appearance of such armor immediately aroused the interest of everyone participating in the auction, and the quotation was constantly refreshed.

Chen Qinghe was interested in staring at the five sets of metal armor placed on the wooden table on the booth.

There are three styles and two small styles of metal armor.

The three pairs of large are the standard Chinese adult size, and the two small pairs are the size of children around ten years old. It can be seen that the manufacturer fully takes into account the various needs of the buyer.

Pup!

The hammer rings softly.

When the auctioneer announced the start of the auction, the fierce bidding in the market immediately began.

Some bid for food, some for warm objects, and some for gasoline. However, in the face of such a complicated bidding, the auctioneer Xiaodao can judge the price in an instant.

In the front seat area under the booth, Xu Ping stood beside Chen Qinghe.

"Your Excellency."

He looked sideways at Chen Qinghe and asked softly, "Are you also interested in this thing?"

Chen Qinghe glanced at Xu Ping and nodded slightly.

Maybe this thing has little effect on him and Huang Zicheng, but no matter what, if you get these five sets of metal armor, the survival rate of the rest of the team will be greatly improved.

"Your excellency, if you like it."

Xu Ping noticed that the Indian sitting next to Chen Qinghe quietly cast a suggestive look at him, gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't you buy the little one for you--"

He knows this metal armor!

Even a pair is very expensive, but in just one day, he didn't know what happened to the evil boy in front of him when he drank with Manager Han that time, which made the evolutionist behind him afraid to make a difference.

Even on that day, he himself, together with others, was openly removed from the testing team and became the laughing stock of the whole service area.

But this is nothing. What worried him most was that he was tortured by the immoral Indians of his ancestors. After a period of time, he thought it was more painful than being chased by monsters. As a result, he was completely convinced of the people in the convoy, especially the evil boy.

However, when he learned from the Indian population that the leader may only stay in the service area for three days, he never felt that it was so happy to be out of the shadow of one person in his life.

"Can you afford it?"

Chen Qinghe took a look at Xu Ping unexpectedly.

But when I think of this guy, he used to be a member of the tax collection team in the service area and wanted to secretly deduct some taxes, which was really simple.

Now that you have the opportunity to skin him, why not do it?

"Your Excellency."

"I don't know how many pairs you want?"

Xu Ping swallowed his saliva and asked tremblingly.

"Of course it's all."

"How can this kind of good thing be?"

As soon as the Indian hand pressed on Xu Ping's shoulder, it immediately caused the middle-aged bald man's face to change slightly.

"Five associates!"

Xu Ping cursed the Indian ancestor from the bottom of his heart.

He listened to the quotation in the auction, and each pair of metal armor had risen to about ten bottles of gasoline. With the small vault he had accumulated, all five pairs of them were definitely going to kill him.

"Isn't it?"

Seeing that Xu Ping's heart was swaying, the Indian grinned, showed his white teeth, and smiled, "What's more, compared with your fault, this bleeding is nothing, right?"

Hearing this, Chen Qinghe cast his eyes at the right time.

Although with Huang Zicheng's ability to purify high-strength metals, coupled with the ability of water kindness, they can indeed make this kind of metal armor, for the water kindness that has just completed a batch of large Ganges rockets, the consumption of dark energy has not been fully recovered.

At this time, it is not suitable to start the ability to make metal armor.

Besides, if you don't pay half of the money, open your mouth casually, and then stare at your eyes, you can get five pairs of metal armor. Who can not be moved by this kind of cheap price?

"Yes, yes..."

"Mr. Singh is right. If you make a relatively small mistake, this bleeding is really nothing."

Under Chen Qinghe's eyes, Xu Ping was fighting with heaven and man in his heart. On the one hand, he was heartbroken that his hard-earned family was about to return to the east, and at the same time, he was afraid to recall the memory of the people of Taiwan Province being burned to ashes.

"Hmm?"

"I don't seem to be happy to hear your tone?"

The Indian narrowed his eyes and asked in a slightly deep voice.

"Where is it, where is it!!"

Xu Ping denied it in panic on the surface.

But when he heard that the price of twelve bottles of gasoline had risen, his heart was dripping blood, and he was even more worried about the Indian family - 18 generations, but he had to go against his heart and said, "This is an honor. It's rare for adults to have something about this thing."

"Then call the price!"

The Indians looked at the auctioneer Xiao Dao, who had a heated atmosphere on the stage, and said, "I heard that this armor is Gong De, the branch manager of Doomsday Bank, and a teacher surnamed Fang of a language school, which is made of metal reinforcement and metal deformation combined strength."

This President Gong is the evolutionist of the awning in the service area!

And the language school teacher he joined hands with is also a very famous evolutionist in the service area.

"Yes, yes."

At this point, Xu Ping had to harden his head. He raised his hand and shouted, "Fifteen bottles of gasoline!"

A bottle of gasoline is about 600ml of coke.

Fifteen bottles is nine liters. Generally, the fuel tank volume of cars is 50 to 60 liters, trucks are 100 to 300 liters, and some special vehicles are more.

When the fuel tank is full, ordinary vehicles can drive more than 500 kilometers, which shows that these five pairs of metal armors are expensive.

However, considering that this was a two-day jointly manufactured equipment by two evolutionists of metal-based capabilities, the fifteen bottles of gasoline quoted by Xu Ping were quickly approved by other quotations.

"Sixteen bottles!"

"17 bottles!"

"Ten boxes of instant noodles, six bottles of gasoline!"

At the auction, quotations of metal armor were constantly shouted out.