Uncle Zhang's face showed a struggle, but looking at Fang Qingdai's smiling face, he inexplicably dared not refuse her outright.

Who knows if this girl will turn around and report them after being rejected?

You have to understand that the price of fuel is not on the same level as that of scrap. Every year, the fuel he collects is enough to support his family!

Since we have to sell fuel anyway, what difference does it make who we sell it to?

Thinking of this, Uncle Zhang forced a smile: "Come with me!"

"Changming, I'll take your friend to the back to look at the cars. Could you keep an eye on the warehouse for me?"

Huang Changming responded listlessly without even raising his head.

He used to enjoy browsing here, and having explored every corner, he naturally lost interest.

Fang Qingdai beckoned Qingluan to go with her, but Qingluan looked at the pile of scrap with bright, sparkling eyes: "Sister, you go ahead, Brother Xiaomao and I will stay here!"

Seeing her interest in the recyclables, Fang Qingdai instructed her, "Then you stay close to Brother Xiao Mao and don't leave his sight. Pick out whatever you like, and I'll pay for it later!"

"I'll be right back, be good!"

After instructing Xiao Mao to keep an eye on Qingluan, Fang Qingdai followed Uncle Zhang to the small house behind the warehouse.

Once inside the small house, Uncle Zhang moved the animal bone bed aside, revealing the entrance to the tunnel beneath it.

Fang Qingdai raised an eyebrow and teased, "You hid it quite well!"

Uncle Zhang smiled awkwardly, said nothing, and led Fang Qingdai down into the tunnel.

The underground space was crude and dark, requiring lighting equipment to see the large metal barrels.

The barrel should contain fuel!

Fang Qingdai cut to the chase and asked, "Just tell me, how many points does it cost per liter of fuel?"

Since he had decided to sell, Uncle Zhang didn't hesitate: "The base sells fuel for eight points per liter, but I sell it for six points per liter!"

Fang Qingdai had just frowned when Uncle Zhang quickly added, "Don't be fooled by the fact that I collected these from abandoned vehicles. I have my own standards. I didn't take any of the poor-quality or contaminated fuel. The quality of the fuel in these barrels is almost the same as what the base sells!"

As he spoke, Uncle Zhang opened a tin can and poured out some fuel to show Fang Qingdai.

Fang Qingdai glanced at it twice, her face expressionless, but she felt somewhat helpless inside.

She doesn't understand either!

His consciousness drifted into the space and glanced at the fuel in the two dune buggies, finding that it was almost the same as the fuel in Uncle Zhang's hands.

Fang Qingdai pretended to think for a while before saying, "Give me a discount, and I'll buy some to try. If it works well, I'll buy from you in large quantities in the future!"

That's how bargaining works, isn't it?

But bargaining isn't common in the wasteland. Fang Qingdai said she would buy in bulk after she found it good, and Uncle Zhang believed her!

He was somewhat happy because although the fuel could be sold at a good price, he didn't dare to openly seek out buyers and had to operate covertly, so far he hadn't developed many customers.

The customers he developed were obviously not wealthy people. Wealthy people wouldn't go to such lengths to buy cheap fuel.

The poorer a person is, the less likely they are to go on a long-range mission due to equipment and weapon limitations, and the fewer opportunities they have to return to purchase fuel.

Therefore, Uncle Zhang valued Fang Qingdai, a customer who promised to make large-scale purchases, very much!

He gritted his teeth: "I'll give you five points per liter. Any lower and I really can't do it. Collecting fuel isn't easy for me either!"

It's three points cheaper per liter compared to the base, which is a great deal!

Fang Qingdai waved her hand: "Give me a hundred liters first!"

If you use 100 liters of gasoline, you can travel a distance of 1,200 to 1,500 kilometers.

Unlike cars, dune buggies use a new type of fuel. One hundred liters of fuel is enough for a dune buggy to travel about two thousand kilometers.

Jingyi and his group had just become independent, so they would definitely need to run around looking for a suitable place to live, and then they would need to travel back and forth to transport supplies.

One hundred liters of fuel should be enough to last them for a while.

Uncle Zhang's eyes lit up!

He didn't expect to encounter a big customer on his first transaction. You know, in the past, people who came to buy fuel would only scrape together a dozen or twenty liters, being stingy and not selling much at a time.

For customers who start with 100 liters at a time, they won't have to worry about selling their fuel again if they come back!

Uncle Zhang happily agreed, then pointed to the iron bucket: "This bucket holds a hundred liters, but..."

"How are you going to transport it? And all those things you just picked out, there's too much of it. If you take it all out together, it'll attract attention!"

Their department sells obsolete items privately, a secret everyone knows but they can't do it too openly.

After all, they are selective about who they sell to; you can't get this benefit without connections.

If we do it too openly, everyone will want to come and shop around, and then how will we use it to build relationships in the future?

Fang Qingdai smiled, placed her hand on the iron bucket, and silently said "Go in!"

The next second, the metal bucket vanished into thin air!

Uncle Zhang was startled, but quickly realized: "You're that Level 5 space-type ability user who was just certified at the base?"

Fang Qingdai nodded, and Uncle Zhang's face immediately lit up with a delighted smile: "Oh dear, look at me, I didn't recognize your talent! Hello, hello, it's my great fortune to know such a genius as you!"

Fang Qingdai was somewhat surprised to hear Uncle Zhang use one idiom after another in his speech: "You seem to know a lot about ancient culture!"

The cultural discontinuity in the wasteland is truly severe.

Idioms that kindergarten children could say off the top of their heads are now often incomprehensible to the average person.

But Uncle Zhang was clearly different; he not only knew how to use it, but he used it appropriately, without simply copying it verbatim.

Uncle Zhang smiled sheepishly: "Since I'm busy guarding the warehouse, I read books when I'm free, and I've learned a bit."

They are just like the original owner's parents.

But Fang Qingdai's eyes lit up: "You have books here?"

"These are some severely damaged fragments that the base's technology simply cannot repair, so they have no value."

How could it be worthless? It's extremely valuable!

What the base can't repair, Fang Qingdai can!

After she transmigrated, there was no TV, mobile phone, novels, or music. She was suffocating every day, surrounded by dusty yellow sand!

Fang Qingdai immediately put on a sweet smile: "Uncle Zhang, to be honest, I also really like ancient culture. Could you sell me some of the incomplete books here?"

Uncle Zhang waved his hand dismissively: "What's the big deal? I've already checked those, you can just take them. I've confirmed them many times, the base won't accept them at all, they have no value anymore, you don't need to give me any points!"

The base doesn't accept just anything with text on it.

Content that has already been included in some bases will not be included again. If it must be sold, it can only be recycled at scrap prices.

Just like the stack of plastic bags Fang Qingdai had collected before.

So what Uncle Zhang has here can really only be considered junk.