One of the men, who was chewing on a glutinous rice ball, squinted and looked Qiao Suinian up and down.
"Trying to join us? Do you even know the rules?"
"Understand!"
Qiao Suinian nodded, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then handed the two gold rings to the two men.
They put the two gold rings in their mouths, took a bite, and discovered they were pure gold. Their gazes towards Qiao Suinian softened considerably.
Throughout history, gold has always been a hard currency, since there are only two ways in which gold is formed: the death of a supermassive star or the merger of neutron stars.
Not only can gold not be produced, but it will never change color or nature, no matter how the world changes, no matter how nature changes, no matter where it is placed.
After the apocalypse, all the currencies of various countries became worthless, and gold became the only hard currency.
After putting the gold ring in his pocket, the man with the Liqun cigarette in his mouth said casually to Qiao Suinian.
"Not bad, you're quick on the uptake. My name is Liang Kun, and I'm known for my fiery temper. If you run into any trouble after you go in, you can mention my name. Remember, if you want to live here, you have to hand over at least 20g of gold every month, or equipment, materials, or items of equal value."
"Okay, thanks for reminding me, Brother Kun."
Qiao Suinian thanked Liang Kun and then stepped into the human settlement.
The post-apocalyptic human settlements are somewhat similar to the fragmented landscape of ancient times.
To put it bluntly, it's just a group of ruthless people who got together, set up some rules, and profited by taking in and exploiting the weak.
The weak are happy to be exploited because it allows them to receive the protection of the strong and prevents them from dying at the hands of other races.
Inside the high walls, it seemed like two completely different worlds from the outside.
After Qiao Suinian stepped into this gathering place, he even heard the cries of many vendors.
Some people set up stalls on the street with carts. Some of them had mastered superb cooking skills before the apocalypse, while others had awakened the life skills of chefs after the apocalypse.
After all, people need to eat no matter what, and the apocalypse is no exception.
Not long after Qiao Suinian entered the gathering place, he suddenly heard a vendor's voice calling out.
"Nine-Turned Intestines! Freshly made Nine-Turned Intestines! Only one gram of gold is needed for a pound!"
Qiao Suinian turned her head and saw a chubby, busy figure with a mushroom haircut.
That's... the Heavenly Net Ghost Spear, Cao Junfeng!
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