After hearing Old Master Song's bid, Ye Jingyu wished he could snatch the walkie-talkie from Old Master Song's hand, but he didn't dare.
Crystal cores are worthless to large bases; 100,000 per person is far too little!
Victory Base has a population of two million. Each person who kills a zombie will receive two million crystal cores. Victory Base must have a lot of crystal cores.
Ye Jingyu came to Tang Xubai's side, completely covering the monitoring equipment he was wearing, then shook his head at Old Master Song and made a gesture again: five.
Gao Xin's face darkened even more after hearing the voice from the walkie-talkie. When he saw Ye Jingyu's deliberate attempt to cover himself, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He was even more indignant: This old bastard is simply asking for an exorbitant price! This brat is doing it on purpose! What's with the cover-up? So what if he knows you've found us?
Their base could indeed produce 800,000 crystal cores, but their Victory Base was a large base, and countless people sought their protection; their base gate was always bustling with activity.
Instead of asking him for help, they're making demands on him?
He can still agree if he puts his mind to it.
Gao Xin was really envious of the supplies that Ye Zhi and the others had shown.
He contacted people at other bases, and they said that Ye Zhi's family had a lot of supplies. Just what they saw included instant noodles of various flavors, snacks, pre-cooked meals, and blueberries!
Being able to casually give away such scarce fruit in the apocalypse, this family's life is truly the envy of others.
Moreover, one of them is a space-type ability user. Last time they went to the western clothing factory, these people only brought one car, which was a motorhome!
That space-type ability user was able to store so many cold-weather supplies; the size of his space far surpassed that of any other space-type ability user he had ever seen.
The fact that this family has entered Victory Base, along with the supplies they have and that space-type ability user, will definitely elevate his status within the base.
Moreover, those who entered his victory base thought they could protect the crystal core? Dream on!
Gao Xin was envisioning the future, seemingly oblivious to what Old Master Song had mentioned about exchanging crystal cores for supplies.
Gao Xin was so tempted that after a few seconds of hesitation, he was about to agree under the watchful eyes of everyone in the conference room when Chen Yuanzheng interrupted him.
"Old Song, you've wronged me. Given our relationship, how could I dare to force you to move to Victory Base?"
Grandpa Song immediately understood what Chen Yuanzheng meant: any higher and the price would be too low!
"Old Chen, since you didn't invite me, then the friend's price will have to be changed to the normal price."
Grandpa Song read out the number Ye Jingyu had just indicated to him: "Five hundred thousand per person!"
Gao Xin never expected that Chen Yuanzheng's interruption would cause Old Master Song's price to increase fivefold. He suddenly stood up from his chair, slammed his hand heavily on the conference table, and the atmosphere was heavy.
Sitting next to him, Chen Yunhao frowned even more deeply. General Gao's son really hadn't inherited any of his good qualities.
Before it was renamed Victory Base, Z Base was headed by Goldman Sachs, with his father Chen Yuanzheng as deputy leader.
Goldman Sachs, a veteran general of the Z country's military region, was invited by Chen Yuanzheng to take charge of the Victory Base after Chen officially established it. At that time, Goldman Sachs was ninety years old.
Chen Yuanzheng's original intention was good; he wanted the old general to suppress his subordinates. However, he never expected that during the early stages of the construction of the Victory Base, the 90-year-old Goldman Sachs, concerned about the people, continued to work day and night despite his illness, despite Chen Yuanzheng's repeated persuasion. In the end, he collapsed completely before the arrival of the extreme cold weather.
While the old general and Chen Yuanzheng were busy working at their desks, Gao Xin, the good son of the old general, secretly took the inventory of the Victory Base and used it to bribe some of the sons of the old general's former subordinates and one-third of the personnel of the Victory Base to form his own power.
On the day the old general died, Goldman Sachs not only failed to attend the funeral to show his filial piety, but also brought his influence to the office building at Victory Base, demanding that his son succeed his father.
This is a coup!
If Ye Zhi had been there at the time, her mindset would have been something like this: Good heavens, the Qing Dynasty has been gone for so many years, how can there still be such a feudal thing?
The men Gao Xin brought, wearing their military uniforms askew, shouted in unison from downstairs: "Son succeeds father! Son succeeds father!"
Chen Yuanzheng was furious, but looking at the people around Goldman Sachs—a dense, large number—and then considering that he only had a little over a thousand soldiers left to guard the Victory Base, while the rest had been sent out to collect supplies, he realized he was in a bind.
Given the contrast in strength between the two sides, coupled with the extreme cold weather detected at the base, Chen Yuanzheng suppressed his anger with frustration, but he did not choose to back down.
Chen Yuanzheng stared at Gao Xin with an unfriendly expression. "Victory Base has no leader. You and I can only sit in the position of deputy leader!"
Gao Xin really has a good plan. He can predict when his father will die and when the number of people around him will be the smallest. It must be hard for him to have observed him for so long.
Gao Xin's previous actions had not made Chen Yuanzheng consider splitting up the Victory Base, but when Gao Xin threatened him with a not-so-disciplined army, Chen Yuanzheng began to think about splitting up. These parasites did not deserve to stay in his Victory Base.
Let's get back to the main topic.
"Five hundred thousand, and there are eight of you, that means..."
Before Gao Xin could finish speaking, Ye Zhi's sweet, childlike voice came through the walkie-talkie, laced with sarcasm, "Four million, Grandpa. The person in this black box is so stupid. I've already figured it out, and he still has to ask questions."
Gao Xin: ! How dare a little baby humiliate him? He just didn't finish his sentence because he couldn't calculate that fifty times eight equals four hundred!
Song Yuanqing's soft laughter came through the walkie-talkie, "The grandfather inside probably didn't graduate from kindergarten."
Gao Xin felt a blow to his wits and was so angry that his body trembled. Even though he was wearing thick clothes, the jiggling of the fat on his stomach was still clearly visible. He didn't graduate from kindergarten? You're the one who didn't graduate from kindergarten, your whole family didn't graduate from kindergarten!
He's so angry! He's so angry!
Chen Yunhao, always eager for drama, said, "Commander Gao also thinks that four million is not enough for Elder Song and the others to accept, right? Well then, your nephew will speak up for you: eight million!"
Ye Zhi's sweet, childlike voice rang with joy, "Okay, eight million, here are the supplies for you!"
Eight million crystal cores, eight million zombie heads, four-fifths of which were taken by their soldiers!
Today, even if Chen Yunhao gives it all to Old Master Song, he won't leave a single bit for Gao Xin!
(P.S.: Happy Chinese New Year!)
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