Ten boxes of braised pork trotters rice are an incredible request in the apocalypse.
According to the post-apocalyptic conversion method, a bowl of pork knuckle rice is worth at least 100 crystal cores, which is equivalent to a person's annual living expenses. Ten boxes would be equivalent to an average person's living expenses for ten years.
If Wei Lun weren't from the modern era, he would never have agreed to such a request. Even Qin Jiayou, who was standing to the side, felt a sharp pang of pain in his heart.
Ten boxes of braised pork trotters rice would have been a dream come true in the past. Luckily, I met this son-in-law, otherwise I would have died at the hands of zombies long ago.
Fu Xixi thought Wei Lun would consider it for a while, but to her surprise, Wei Lun said directly, "No problem, we can trade now, but how do I know you can convince the management of the stronghold? What if we give you the pork trotter rice and you can't get this done?"
Fu Xixi's playful face suddenly revealed a strange smile, and she said, "Young man, you underestimate me. I have a lot of influence in this stronghold. Although I am not at the highest level, I manage the collection of fees for the entire stronghold. You can think of me as the stronghold's money bag. Who would turn down money?"
Wei Lun glanced at Qin Jiayou, who nodded in agreement. Wei Lun then took out ten more boxes of braised pork trotters from his backpack, handed them all to Fu Xixi, and said, "This is just the beginning. If the cooperation goes well, there will be more thanks to you later!"
Upon seeing the ten boxes of braised pork trotters rice, Fu Xixi's expression shifted rapidly, ranging from surprise, elation, longing, worry, greed, and shock...
"Ah, and thank you, um! Thank you! Thank you!" Fu Xixi stammered.
Wei Lun thought to himself: Sure enough, in the apocalypse, food is still the hardest currency.
Then, she exchanged 500 packs of biscuits and 500 packs of bread for a total of 10,000 zombie crystal cores. These crystal cores can be used in the wasteland, and are more discreet than food! After paying for the zombie crystal cores, Fu Xixi directly gave her a crystal core black card with 10,000 crystal cores inside.
The two left the shop, leaving Fu Xixi alone, staring blankly at the braised pork trotter rice, lost in thought. She figured this woman would be useful; with this connection, at least the recruitment of workers wouldn't be hindered by the higher-ups at the stronghold.
Walking along the road, Wei Lun asked, "Qin Jiayou, we need to get some weapons and equipment, otherwise we'll run into a lot of trouble during the construction of the courtyard."
Qin Jiayou already had a hunting rifle, which he found at a farmer's house on the way to escape, but Wei Lun would definitely not be satisfied with this kind of gun; he would need an automatic rifle with more powerful firepower.
Qin Jiayou said, "I know a black market dealer. I used to buy my bullets from him, but the prices were a bit high."
Wei Lun nodded and smiled: "Price is not a problem, let's go take a look together!"
Qin Jiayou obeyed and led Wei Lun toward the black market merchants. In the wasteland, everyone needs to survive, and black market merchants are no exception. They all have connections with large settlements and can get guns, as long as they have money.
After several turns, we arrived at a very well-hidden tent. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary person's place, not conspicuous at all. Some old clothes were piled up at the entrance to cover it up, making it seem like a place where a scavenger lived. I never would have guessed it was a black market merchant.
Qin Jiayou stepped outside and said, "Brothers cherish each other and don't ask about each other's origins!"
Wei Lun was puzzled. Why recite poetry? Then he heard a voice from inside the tent: "Friends, behold, have treasure!"
Qin Jiayou looked at Wei Lun and said, "You can go in now!"
If Wei Lun had simply pushed open the tent door and gone in, he would have been met either with a headshot or a knife to his throat. After all, he was a black market merchant and was very cautious. Every guest had to recite a poem; these were the unwritten rules.
As soon as the two entered, they saw that the table in the room was piled with guns, and there was a sharp knife on the cabinet by the door. There were actually five people in this small tent, and each of them clearly had a pistol at their waist.
"Guests, please have a seat!" said a black market merchant with a scar on his face. Another man with a thick beard handed over two chairs. From the faces of these five people, it was clear that each of them had experienced bloodshed. The sharpness in their eyes seemed capable of tearing a person apart alive.
Qin Jiayou had been here before, so these people weren't wary of him. However, the fact that he brought along a young man with delicate skin greatly annoyed these black market merchants.
As soon as he sat down, Qin Jiayou explained, "Brother Wang, we came here this time to buy some guns, what do you think?"
Wang Ci, also known as the scarred man, may sound refined due to his name, but he is actually a liaison officer sent from the black market of the settlement. He is quite famous in the black market, known for his daring and aggressive nature. He once led a team to wipe out a group of buyers who were trying to embezzle weapons and default on their debts. He recovered all the equipment without losing a single piece and even swallowed several hundred crystal cores from the other party.
Weren added, "We want automatic rifles, as many as you can get."
Wang Ci laughed: "How dare you talk such nonsense! Do you know how much cargo we have? Kid, if it weren't for Qin Jiayou bringing you here, I would have killed you just for saying that!"
Wei Lun didn't care at all. He took out a crystal core black card, put it on the table, and said, "As long as you have the goods, I can buy them."
Wang Ci noticed that it was a black card. In the wasteland, only the most influential people could possess black cards, with a face value of at least ten thousand crystal cores.
Qin Jiayou noticed the greedy eyes of the black market merchants fixed on him, and he began to panic. He hadn't expected Wei Lun to pull out the crystal core card so directly, especially since these were ruthless merchants who would kill without batting an eye.
Wang Ci laughed and said, "Brother, you should have said so earlier. Here's what I'm doing: I don't have a lot of stock here, but I can provide you with ten automatic rifles and 2,000 rounds of ammunition. How does that sound?"
When Qin Jiayou saw Wang Ci smile, he breathed a deep sigh of relief, feeling much more relaxed. He had almost pushed Wei Lun out to shield himself from the bullet, since he had entrusted his daughter to this young man and had to protect him.
In fact, Wei Lun knew perfectly well what these black market merchants were after—money, wasn't it? They preferred it when things were laid out in the open.
Finally, it was determined that an automatic rifle costs 1000 zombie crystal cores, and one bullet costs 5 zombie crystal cores. It really is the black market, it's so damn shady!
In the end, Wei Lun not only gave all 10,000 crystal cores from his crystal core black card to these merchants, but also paid 1,000 bags of bread. Qin Jiayou was heartbroken watching from the side.
Fortunately, although Wang Ci and his group operated in the black market, they were all very law-abiding people, operating on a cash-on-delivery basis.
Wei Lun and Wang Ci completed the transaction in a cave in the back mountains.
Qin Jiayou did not see the specific details of the transaction, so Wei Lun stored all the guns and ammunition into the space of the black jade pendant.
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