"Hey~ Miss, look, we were just... "
"Talk about business!"
"Yes, we were just talking about business and didn't notice you~"
"What do you want? We have everything here!"
"Don't go to his place, mine is cheaper!"
"Being cheap is nothing! I have good quality products at low prices!"
Jiang Ling felt that they seemed to have missed the point, so she said, "I say~"
As soon as they heard the noise, they immediately fell silent. The sudden and unusual silence attracted the attention of people farther away to this small corner.
"I say, are you guys accepting any goods?" Jiang Ling finally resisted the urge to mention the weapons. These guys didn't look like people who seriously needed those things. From her limited knowledge, none of these people's temperament could compare to those of the search team.
"We'll take it! Of course we will!" The men exchanged glances, as if a strange smell of gunpowder had emerged. One of them continued, "Miss, we'll take whatever you have. The price is negotiable!"
Jiang Ling sensed several people approaching this small world from behind her, so she grabbed Jiang Wenwen, who was looking around below, with one hand and pulled a bullet from her waist with the other. She held the bullet and slowly circled it in front of the people before retracting it.
"Your model looks so exquisite! Is it painted with metallic paint?" One of the connoisseurs said uncertainly, touching his chin.
"It doesn't look like it's painted on, it even reflects light. It feels like it was made of copper!"
"Isn't it said that bulk metals are in short supply right now? If we can get some copper, it might be of great value."
Just as they were arguing heatedly about what the bullet was made of, someone behind Jiang Ling approached the crowd. He stood half a body length away from her and asked in a low voice, "Little girl, can you take another look at yours?"
Jiang Ling turned and glanced, finding a middle-aged man of similar height to her. He had an ordinary, everyday face, but with a two-centimeter-long, hook-shaped scar on his cheek. He wore a woolen cap, a dark green synthetic winter coat, and safety shoes. His appearance was nothing special, but she noticed something peculiar about his eyes; she had seen similar ones on the surface before.
"Okay!" She carefully took out a bullet from her pocket and calmly placed it in the uncle's hand, without even letting the arguing people notice.
After a while, the people seemed to have come to an agreement, and one of them took the lead in making an offer: "Five pills for one point!"
"I'll give you three for one point!"
"That's copper. I'll give you one point for each one. You can also exchange it for something else!" This person seemed to be sure that it was a handicraft made of metal.
This offer was incredibly low. Rumor had it that even if it was genuine, it would only cost two per point! The clamor quickly died down, and the highest bidder immediately stood up, motioning for her to come closer for a detailed discussion. But at that moment, a stranger suddenly intervened, standing between Jiang Ling and the vendor and shouting, "I'll double it!"
"Girl, don't bother with these little punks! Come with me, don't stay here!" Before the crowd could react, this man immediately wanted to "kidnap" Jiang Ling, fearing that his business would be ruined by these people.
"Eh? Why are you like this? We can still talk!" The voices of those people came from behind Jiang Ling. In that instant, the two of them were swept away by three people of similar size but strong and powerful. As for why they didn't resist? Jiang Ling felt that there was no need. She had noticed these people from the beginning. In her perception ability, the life light of one of these three people was far superior to the others.
. . . . . .
"Here, please enjoy~" A few minutes later, the five people appeared at a mobile tea stall in the market. The leader had already paid for the snacks with a few bags of compressed synthetic grain.
In short, praise the wisdom of the working people. According to the owner, she and her husband spent two weeks improving a machine that can now mass-produce flour-like ingredients from the grain. However, they are still worried about the sales of the "flour," so they can only make some pastries to improve their lives.
The proprietress was still at the stall greeting customers, while her husband sat at the table where Jiang Ling sat. Jiang Ling watched as Jiang Wenwen grabbed a cookie from the plate, her mouth covered in crumbs. She turned to the man who had asked her to borrow a bullet and said, "Let's talk?"
The man put down his teacup and replied as if to chat, "My name is Yang Hanqing, and these two are Yang Weimin and Yang Jun. We are the Three Yangs Caravan."
"Ah, my name is Jiang Ling. Are you relatives?"
"No, we met by chance and are now neighbors."
"You came to me, are you planning to move somewhere else?"
"No, this is the central area after all, and I have a son to take care of, so it's not convenient." He nodded to Yang Weimin next to him. The man, who was about the same height as her, reached into his trouser pocket and took out the bullet. After stroking it a few times, he placed it upright on the table.
"We want to go to NT0201 station. I heard that it is a green zone and many people are preparing for reconstruction there. When there are more people, the demand will increase. It will be unbearable to keep chewing on such hard things." Yang Jun took out a piece of synthetic grain and knocked on the table twice, making two "dong dong" sounds.
"So you're planning to bring that machine over there? And open a big, profitable restaurant there?"
"No!" Yang Hanqing stretched out his hand and clenched it into a fist, then loosened it after a few seconds: "As long as I go over there, it will be fine. I want to bring change to them!"
Jiang Ling noticed the blackness between his fingers, just like the auto mechanics she'd seen before, so she asked, "Wouldn't that be inconvenient? Your wife and kids are all here! And the radiation on the ground is really strong right now. If we need to go to the surface... Aren't you afraid?"
These people seemed to have made up their minds long ago. After hearing this question, they all shook their heads. Yang Hanqing replied, "I will arrange for them. If the situation is good over there, I will ask someone to help bring them over."
"But if you really want to bring the technology over, just publish it online so every site can receive it!"
"No, if that happens, no one will be able to taste it!" He shook his head. "Those synthetic grain machines have been nationalized now. If you try to modify one so that it can't produce anything but only change the taste, you'll probably be shot."
"so?"
"So there's only one possibility. I can bring the materials myself, or collect them on the way and build one after I get there."
"Are you all ready?"
"No, we haven't prepared anything except people and points."
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