The Plane Trading System of the Doomsday Master

Cao Ming also received a call from his second uncle, telling him that everything was normal with the two children, but their blood energy was a bit poor and needed to be replenished.

The PHS in Cao Ming's hand fell directly to the ground!

Could it be that the information he checked was wrong, that Wu Tianqing's brother did not have heart disease?

Wen Xiangying was going to Cao Ming's office to report on the department establishment during this period, when she saw Cao Ming, a man like the wind, rushing out.

Mr. Cao, what are you crazy about?

When Cao Ming rushed to the hospital, Wu Tianqing's family had already gone back, so he turned the car around and rushed to Wu Tianqing's home. He had to get the results today.

Wu Tianqing's home is only more than ten kilometers away from the company. It is a small courtyard house. The yard is only more than 100 square meters. It is old, old and shabby. Fortunately, they are a family of four, so they live quite comfortably. .

As soon as Cao Ming opened the car door and was about to get out of the car, he heard the sound of a woman crying loudly from inside the house. There was happiness, relief, and indescribable pain in the voice.

He heard Wu Tianqing's low voice comforting his mother, and the choking voices of his brothers. The whole family was immersed in a mixture of sadness and joy.

At this moment, even if he didn't go in, Cao Ming knew what he wanted.

But, where did Yuan Zhuan get these magical medicines?

The same goes for the pills dissolved in the energy water.

God, how thick of a thigh is he hugging?

At night under the moonlight, I can see.

Yuan Zhuan was immersed in drawing talisman seals. The barrel of expired cinnabar prepared at his feet was almost bottomed out, and the yellow paper was almost gone.

During this period, Zhang Xiaoxiao had been exchanging talismans and seals, and the demand was higher than the supplies. When she asked why, Zhang Xiaoxiao just said that the cooperation with another force was mainly because the demand there was high. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so much material and gold that could be exchanged for talismans.

After thinking for a moment, Yuan Zhuan came to the idea that someone in Central City over there should be cooperating with them.

Compared with the manufacturing cost of the gunpowder weapons in Central City, Fu Zhuan was really as easy as blowing away. It was so high-quality and cheap that Yuan Zhuan was a little unbalanced, wondering if the price was too low.

But considering the difficulty of the last days, the shortage of supplies, and looking at the gains during this period, she definitely did not suffer a loss.

So, that's it.

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The apocalyptic dividing line.

Zhang Xiaoxiao watched Zhang Feng personally move boxes of gold into the underground warehouse. When he opened it, he saw box after box of gold, and his eyes were almost turned into gold bars.

"Dad, where did you get it?" After licking her dry lips, Zhang Xiaoxiao felt her throat felt dry and itchy.

With so much gold, they can exchange it for many, many supplies.

Zhang Feng was sweating profusely and stacked them neatly. He bent over and kept moving and adjusting. After a while, he finally found time to speak, "I found an aggregation bank. There are more than 20 boxes stored in the underground warehouses of four banks." The gold is filled with gold bars, which should have been stored in banks before the end of the world. You forgot, we also bought more than a dozen gold bars, but the grams are not large. Look at the number of grams, it is not small."

Zhang Feng opened the wooden box and found the gold nuggets sealed in plastic shells. The grams were clearly one hundred grams each.

"Dad, it would be great if we had so much gold before the end of the world."

Zhang Feng sneered, "Then how rich your father and I are, if you give me ten more lifetimes to work hard to make money, it will be enough."

"That's not it. Don't we have it in this life? Hehe."

The father and daughter laughed together, and after getting over their addiction, they began to calculate the materials to be exchanged this time.

During this period of time, they had exchanged more than a thousand thunderstorm talismans for Tu Ling. The consumption there has been very high. It is estimated that Tu Ling will send another batch of gold soon.

"We can only grow vegetables and fruits now, and we can only eat them ourselves if we exchange them. Tu Ling is too smart, so he might see the problem. You should understand the principle of holding a treasure in your hands."

Last time he shipped a batch of vegetables, they were all exchanged from there. As soon as the goods were delivered, Tu Ling noticed something unusual and kept making insinuations about where the supply came from. Moreover, they were very sure that there was no such thing as the one they went out in Central City. The quality of the batch.

Therefore, for the sake of the long term, they should be cautious and cautious to avoid causing problems again.

"I've been thinking recently, should we exchange some soil there, and then recruit some experts in indoor cultivation, and train some talented people ourselves. Self-production and self-marketing is the way to go. After all, your exchange platform, We don’t know how long it will last, and we are too dependent on it. If there is an emergency, we will have no way out.”

Zhang Xiaoxiao fell into deep thought. Her father was thoughtful, but she had never thought of exchanging soil.

Nowadays, the land in the end of the world can basically be regarded as barren. There is not a single green plant in the entire world.

Even where there is water, there are no plants. I don’t know why, but there are none.

There have been experts escorted to study geology in Central City, but there has been no progress. The soil they are planting now is all preserved before the end of the world.

Therefore, it can basically be concluded that the soil of the last days cannot be planted.

"Dad, if the current land cannot grow crops, then wouldn't the soil we exchanged become the 'wall' in our arms?"

Zhang Feng nodded, "So, before we have the strength, the soil exchanged cannot see the light, so let's get a hundred square meters first."

After the father and daughter discussed it, Zhang Xiaoxiao contacted Yuan Zhuan and gave him a detailed list.

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modern society.

Yuan Zhuan looked silently at the long list of supplies on the screen that was as smelly and long as a lazy woman's food and foot wraps.

It would be extremely tiring for her to prepare this kind of thing alone.

Yuan Sun and Sun Dasheng were dug out of their quilts in the middle of the night and expressed their anger at Yuan Zhuan's sudden temper.

I was about to refuse to work overtime and "add braised pork for a week in a row."

"Deal." The young and old had no ambition.

In front of food, what is ambition used for? You can't eat or drink.

In this way, an old man and a young man began their journey to the market. The store's warehouse was constantly being filled and emptied, causing both of them to become suspicious.

Why do supplies always disappear in the middle of the night? And the big noise of moving things didn't wake them both. Is this scientific?

When asked about Yuan Zhuan, the girl always had a face, "Why do you care so much?"

After asking several times, there was no result, so the two of them just worked hard. It was not easy to stutter.

Yuan Zhuan did not expect that the window of the room would be knocked in the middle of the night, and the person who would appear outside would be Wu Tianqing.

What's wrong with this kid's brain?

"Is something wrong?" Yuan Zhuan pulled it out and looked at the man with a cautious face in surprise.

"Yes." Wu Tianqing nodded heavily, looking decisive.

What? Is this a heroic sacrifice? Did you come to say goodbye to her?

The next second, Wu Tianqing bent over at a 90-degree angle and his head almost touched the ground. Yuan Zhuan was startled and asked, "What are you doing?" His voice became sharp in surprise.

"Miss, my life from now on is yours!" As long as it was Yuan Zhuan's order, he, Wu Tianqing, would have to get things done even if he died.