Under the waterproof cloth, there were not the supplies he expected, but a pile of paper documents, one of which was clearly labeled "Apocalypse Survival Guide."
Mou Xuan's heart beat faster. Could this be the key information he had been looking for?
He quickly flipped through the guide, which detailed the methods of stockpiling various supplies, techniques for building shelters, and rules for survival in the apocalypse.
He was ecstatic, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.
After leaving the warehouse, Mou Xuan rushed to the temporary trading point without stopping.
The place is bustling with people and various hawking sounds can be heard one after another, just like a huge vegetable market.
The air was filled with the smell of sweat, rotten food and various unknown strange smells, which made him frown.
Covering his nose, he moved through the crowd, scanning every stall, trying to find valuable clues.
"Hey, young man, take a look at my top-quality compressed biscuits. They have a shelf life of ten years and are a must-have in the end times!" A stall owner with a greasy face greeted enthusiastically.
Mou Xuan took a glance and saw that the compressed biscuits were simply packaged and it was obvious that they were three-no products.
He shook his head and continued walking forward.
"Hey, man, I have the latest map that can help you find a safe shelter!" said another stall owner mysteriously.
Mou Xuan stopped, picked up the map and looked at it, and found that the places marked on it were all in the wilderness and were not reliable at all.
He sneered: "That's it? Are you kidding me?"
He continued to wander around the trading point and talk to various stall owners, but most of the information he got was useless nonsense, and some even tried to defraud him of his money.
He was becoming increasingly irritated, feeling like he was looking for a needle in a haystack.
"Little brother, you look very worried. Have you encountered any difficulties?" A voice came from the side.
Mou Xuan turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a white coat and glasses standing next to him.
The man looked gentle and refined, holding a thick notebook in his hand.
"Who are you?" Mou Xuan asked puzzledly.
"My last name is Wu, and I'm a researcher," the man pushed up his glasses, "I'm very interested in the phenomenon of the end of the world, and I've been collecting relevant information."
Mou Xuan's heart moved. Could it be that this person knew something?
He asked tentatively: "Researcher Wu, do you know where to find key material information?"
Researcher Wu smiled and did not answer directly. Instead, he asked, "Little brother, do you believe in fate?"
Mou Xuan was stunned by Researcher Wu’s mysterious question. Destiny?
It’s the end of the world, and we’re still talking about fate?
He complained in his heart, but said perfunctorily: "Researcher Wu, now is not the time to talk about philosophy."
Researcher Wu smiled mysteriously: "Little brother, you don't know that fate is often hidden in the details." He paused and continued: "I have some information here that may be helpful to you, but you need to pay a price."
Mou Xuan became alert. Price?
He doesn't believe that good things like pie will fall from the sky.
He asked tentatively: "What's the price?"
Researcher Wu held up two fingers: "Two compressed biscuits."
Mou Xuan was speechless. Just this?
He took out two compressed biscuits from his backpack and handed them to Researcher Wu.
Researcher Wu took the biscuit, nodded with satisfaction, then tore a page from his notebook and handed it to Mou Xuan.
There was a string of numbers and letters written on the paper, like some kind of code.
Mou Xuan frowned: "What is this?"
"This is the key to the key material information," Researcher Wu said in a low voice, "You need to find a man named Zhou Shangren. He will tell you how to decipher this code."
Mou Xuan carefully put the note away, thanked Researcher Wu, and turned to leave.
He followed the instructions of Researcher Wu and found Zhou the businessman.
Zhou the Merchant was a short and fat fellow with a cunning and treacherous face. He was not a good person at first glance.
Mou Xuan stated his purpose directly, but Zhou the merchant started to laugh it off.
"Little brother, what code are you talking about? I don't understand." Zhou Shangren's eyes flickered, and it was obvious that he wanted to blackmail him.
Mou Xuan was not stupid either. He knew that Zhou the merchant wanted to raise the price.
He sneered: "Boss Zhou, don't play tricks on me, you know what I want."
"Haha, little brother, you misunderstood. I just wanted to confirm your sincerity." Zhou Shangren rubbed his hands. "How about this, you give me ten compressed biscuits and I will tell you how to decipher the code."
Mou Xuan secretly cursed "old fox" in his heart, but he knew that now was not the time to bargain.
He gritted his teeth, took out ten compressed biscuits from his backpack and threw them to Zhou the businessman.
Merchant Zhou took the biscuit with a smug smile on his face.
He cleared his throat and was about to speak when suddenly a voice came from the side:
"Fatty Zhou, you are cheating here again!" Merchant Zhou's face changed and he turned to look at the person who came.
A burly man with a face full of flesh walked over, followed by a few younger brothers. It was obvious that they were not people to be trifled with.
"Hey, isn't this Brother Hu? What brings you here?" Merchant Zhou put on a flattering smile with a hint of fear in his tone.
The big man called Brother Tiger snorted coldly: "Don't try to get close to me! I heard you are cheating people here again?"
Merchant Zhou waved his hands quickly: "No, no, Brother Hu, you misunderstood, I am doing serious business."
Brother Tiger grabbed Zhou the businessman by the collar and said, "A serious business? You sell expired cookies to people, and you still have the nerve to call it a serious business?"
My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It’s even more exciting later!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
