fictional doomsday

Seeing this, Wu Xian waved his hands and said: "Make a price, as long as it's not too much...!" Wu Xian did not continue to say what he said later. He knew that at this time, he could not be too soft or too hard, and he had to let the other party Make an offer first so you can bargain.

The stall owner looked at Wu Xian's clothes and thought for a while, "Boss, I'm not lying. How many such mobile phones do you need here?"

Wu Xian thought for a while, "Take five of them for now. If they are used well, we can continue to cooperate in the future!"

As soon as the stall owner heard this, he knew it was a big business. He actually didn't have many mobile phones in his hand. Many of the ones on the table were fake model phones. Those mobile phones confiscated by the base were all arranged to be handled uniformly. The result of that process is that they are all put into a warehouse and locked up.

And he had a brother who moved these goods. The two of them later discussed secretly getting one or two mobile phones to improve their lives. The result was not bad, and no one noticed, so they set up a stall in the black market of the reception village and sold them. With mobile phones and supporting services, you can make a lot of money in just a few days.

However, Wu Xian asked for five mobile phones at once, which was already a big order. However, these were not the main issues. The main issue was the offline map Wu Xian requested, which gave the stall owner a headache. After thinking about it, he nodded and agreed. When he got down, there was a quotation. He asked for one hundred kilograms of grain for one mobile phone.

Wu Xian thought about the counteroffer of sixty kilograms. He felt that in fact, as long as there is a mobile phone with the data package of the offline map, it is just a matter of transferring the data package later. Moreover, the mobile phone is of no use. Without signal, it can only be used for entertainment. What effect.

Finally, after some haggling, Wu Xian finally bought it for the price of kilograms of grain and a mobile phone, a total of kilograms of grain. Wu Xian handed over half of the two hundred kilograms of grain as a deposit. Now Wu Xian can take the mobile phone first. Take one, but the offline map he requested is not available yet. He will give it to Wu Xian when other mobile phones arrive tomorrow.

Wu Xian didn't take it either, so he just asked the stall owner to give it to him when he handed over his mobile phone tomorrow afternoon. I originally thought it might be troublesome, but I didn't expect that the whole process went smoothly. This also made Wu Xian realize the importance of teamwork. He would always find unexpected places by himself. Just like now, if he had known about the offline map earlier, This kind of thing, knowing that there is a place to secretly resell mobile phones in the shelter village, would still run aimlessly like he did before.

Thinking about it at this time, Wu Xian felt that it should be influenced by the Warhammer team. He had never led a team before and learned from them. Naturally, Wu Xian would not admit that he sometimes couldn't think straight, even now The intelligence attributes have increased, but even if you are smart, you still don't know things you didn't know originally. There has to be a learning process.

It's like if you lock up a genius and don't teach him anything or let him learn anything, ten years later he will still be a blank slate, and he doesn't even know what the food is, because he doesn't have that concept.

Wu Xian looked at the still long black market, looked at Li Anni and Zhang Jianbing beside him, and said: "It's not too late now, let's go in and have a look, maybe we can see something useful!"

Wu Xian was walking in front and found that most of the things here were handmade. How can I say, because the finished products will basically not appear in the base, because when they bring things back to the base, the armed forces of the North District will They will first conduct a body search to make sure you don't have anything useful on you before you are allowed to enter the base.

Therefore, most of the things in the black market in front of him were dismantled by humans, brought to the base and then reassembled. Like the various homemade weapons that Wu Xian saw in front of him, these things were originally ordinary daily necessities, even if No one would be suspicious if they saw it, but after being assembled and polished, they turned into weapons that could hurt people. Wu Xian even saw an earthen pistol on the stall, but it didn't have a trigger.

Wu Xian looked at the stall owner, pointed at the earthen pistol, and asked, "Boss, how do you sell this?"

"Hey, boss, you are discerning. I have this one here. If you like it, I will give you kilograms of grain and you can take it!" the stall owner said with a smile on his face.

Wu Xian smiled and asked, "This gun doesn't even have a trigger. What's the point of buying it for me?"

"Boss, there must be some, but I can't install them if I don't have the money to clear the goods. Although there are no guards patrolling the black market, it is very safe. But if someone comes to check secretly one day, if they see that I have something here, If you can fire a gun, then you can’t arrest me and shoot me!”

Wu Xian seemed to make some sense when he heard it, but what Wu Xian didn't know was that this pistol actually came from the base's armed forces. A gun can be disassembled into many parts. Some parts can be modified and pieced together to make one. There are two or even three guns, and they rely on this method to make profits.

If those militants really didn’t know that stealing guns would be a capital offense, they definitely knew it, but they were not soldiers under Mr. Peng Wu. They were all militiamen recruited from the original villages of the Jiangdong base. They didn’t even How to train them, just give them guns, follow them to work and give them food, naturally there will be people with evil ideas.

Naturally, Wu Xian didn't know these things. He was just curious. If he actually wanted to get a gun, it would be better to go to the weapons warehouse at the base and get one directly. But compared to that, the earth-made firearms in front of him might not be suitable for ordinary people in the host village. It's more cost-effective for survivors.

After walking around, Wu Xian didn't see anything useful, so he took the people away, planning to come back tomorrow to have a look.

After returning to his residence, Wu Xian thought of the two speed-evolved zombie fingers he gave to Old Man Tang yesterday. He didn't know what happened to Old Man Tang. Tomorrow is the third day that Old Man Tang said, and Wu Xian also thought Let's see if the old man has that ability.

Although there are still many things to do, Wu Xian has nothing to do. He still has to sleep when he should. Now that he has his own foothold in the base, other things in the future can only be done slowly.

In the past, Wu Xian thought very simply, thinking that just like the game, he could build his own power by getting some materials, but in fact, there would be all kinds of troubles, and if one person wanted to build something like the Jiangdong Survival Base It is too difficult to build a large-scale territory. Firstly, there is no foundation, and secondly, there is no talent. He is just a worker in the old world. How can he know so many things? Wu Xian thinks about this kind of thing. He will have to look for Lao Wang in the future. He After all, I have been a workshop director and managed a workshop, so I should know more.