"So, where are you guys headed?" Shen Lingfeng showed no discomfort at all towards Xiao Feiran's hand, and instead began asking about the girl.
Cheng Zhi made a gun gesture and said in a low voice, "We need to buy some weapons for self-defense."
Hearing that they wanted to buy guns, Shen Lingfeng's eyes widened. He then leaned closer to them and lowered his voice, "What a coincidence! I know where to buy them."
This time, the girls were shocked. Looking at Shen Lingfeng, who was wearing a fluorescent green down jacket, with a stubble beard and looking extremely disheveled, they really found it hard to believe that he would know about such a thing.
Shen Lingfeng saw the girl's distrust and patted his chest, saying, "Although we are down on our luck, at least we arrived earlier than you. We are almost familiar with Liancheng."
Xiao Feiran raised an eyebrow, put his arm around Shen Lingfeng, and walked towards the main road. "Let's go then, let's see if we can buy it."
The six of them set off, walking along main roads and through alleys. About half an hour later, they arrived at a high-end club near the docks. Shen Lingfeng pointed to several burly men with guns standing at the entrance, "See? They're the ones who resell these things. Even the security guards have submachine guns."
Zheng Wan and Huang Yiyi were still a little scared when they saw the gun; they still felt that it was illegal.
Shen Lingfeng also chimed in at the opportune moment, "What happened to the promise of prohibition? If you were caught, you'd end up in jail. Now nobody cares, you've all become lawless outlaws. You really want to buy it?"
Cheng Zhi adjusted her scarf, her face calm and composed. "Since we're already here, how can we not buy anything? Besides, so many people have already attacked us, we might as well become outlaws ourselves."
After saying that, he turned to look at Shen Lingfeng and asked, "There are so many troublemakers in Liancheng, haven't you bought a weapon for self-defense yet?"
That's so hurtful. These four guys were innocent and naive college students when they first arrived, and then they were robbed of everything. It took all their strength just to protect the fries.
Shen Lingfeng sighed deeply, looked up at the horizon, and said with a look of utter despair, "Sister, do you even know what it means to have already given your all just by standing here?"
Cheng Zhi: "..." Dude, you've suffered so much.
They patted Shen Lingfeng on the shoulder reassuringly, and the six of them slowly walked towards the clubhouse. The security guards, of course, spotted them immediately, raised their guns, and shouted, "What are you doing here?"
Shen Lingfeng subconsciously raised his hands. "Big brother, don't be nervous, we're here to buy things!"
Hearing that they were there to buy things, they didn't lower their guns, even after the women reached the door. They were still pointing at them, and one of the security guards even poked Chen Lingfeng with his gun, saying, "Since you're here to buy things, then come in."
The six people were led up to one of the private rooms on the second floor. Cheng Zhi and the other two were fine, but the other three were not so good, especially Shen Lingfeng, who was being led up. He was so scared that he broke out in a sweat despite the cold weather.
Pushing open the door, there was no glitz and glamour inside, nor any burly men with arms around each other. Instead, there was only a handsome young man with glasses sitting in the middle of the private room. When he saw them arrive, he warmly extended his hand to greet them, saying, "Wow, so many people! Please have a seat."
For a moment, everyone fell silent. This was completely different from what they had imagined. Could they really buy guns here?
The young man probably noticed their confusion, smiled and poured each of them a glass of water, saying, "I know what you're thinking. I'm not the owner here. I was originally just the accountant of this club. When the disaster broke out, I was working overtime and got trapped here. Later, this place was taken over by this criminal gang... oops, by this foreign trade company. I was going to run away, but when they heard I was the accountant, I was caught and brought back to settle accounts."
"..."
The young man's words, "Foreign Trade Company" and "Accountant," were both reasonable and strange, and strange yet unfortunate, leaving them completely bewildered.
Shen Lingfeng opened his mouth as if to say something but then stopped, finally feeling that anything he said would be strange, so he only said, "Please accept my condolences."
The young man waved his hand dismissively, "Actually, it's pretty good. Before, I only made 3,000 a month working 996, but now I can eat well from 10 am to 4 pm and don't have to go out and struggle to make a living. It's great!"
Cheng Zhi: "..." Why does it feel like this accountant is doing even better now than before the apocalypse?
The salesman slapped his thigh and said, "Alright, we've gotten off-topic. Let's get back to the main point: what should we buy?"
Coming to her senses, Cheng Zhi cleared her throat. "It's like this, we want to buy a handgun and two submachine guns, as well as bullets."
Upon hearing that the five girls wanted to buy three guns, the young man nodded. "You must know that we don't accept currency anymore; it's mainly a barter system. It's roughly 100 kilograms of grain for one pistol and twice that for a submachine gun. Can you really afford that much?"
Upon hearing this number, Shen Lingfeng gasped. For someone as penniless as him, it was an astronomical figure. He realized he had no chance to speak here, so he decided to just have some tea.
Cheng Zhi began to seriously consider how to best provide the food. They weren't short of food; the food they had stockpiled earlier, plus what they grew themselves, was more than enough to cover the cost. However, Cheng Zhi didn't want to give them only staple foods; she was open to other options to ensure a more balanced diet.
"Can we exchange them for something else?" Cheng Zhi thought for a moment and really wanted to sell the dozen or so watermelons that had grown in the space, because they really couldn't eat them all.
The young man adjusted his glasses, nodded, and said, "Fruits, vegetables, daily necessities—I can exchange anything. What do you have? I can calculate the price for you."
Cheng Zhi glanced back at her roommates, who all nodded at her, indicating that she should make the decision herself.
“We have about eight or nine watermelons and two jars of kimchi. How much do you think we can exchange for?” Cheng Zhi said, watching the young man’s reaction.
The young man, who had been leisurely sipping his tea, immediately spat out his tea upon hearing that they had so many watermelons. "Pfft! Wait, where did you get so many watermelons in the dead of winter?!"
Cheng Zhi has now mastered the art of lying without blushing, and she immediately claims that they are in the greenhouse farming business, specializing in growing watermelons.
Actually, the guy was just asking casually. These days, nothing is surprising. They're only responsible for collecting things and exchanging guns; they don't care about anything else.
"These days, fruits and vegetables are more expensive than gold. You can exchange eight watermelons for two submachine guns. As for those two jars of kimchi, even though they're just pickles, they can still be exchanged for a lot of bullets."
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