Rebirth: I went back to the day of the zombie outbreak

Old Bu finished the food in the bowl with big mouthfuls, looking like he was still not satisfied.

He licked the corner of his mouth, stretched out two index fingers, and continued: "If you find a survivor, you will get 10 work points, which is more than we can get after working hard for half a day. As for the supplies, except for handing some over to the leader, the rest belongs to you. Those supplies can also be exchanged for work points."

This is great, as long as I can get out, it won't be easy to get some supplies, right?

"Wouldn't that mean everyone would rush out?"

"How can that be possible? You think it's easy to go out and find supplies? Think about it, this prison is in the deep mountains and forests. It will take several hours to get out. And now there are zombies everywhere. Your life is in danger at any time."

That's just you ordinary people.

After all, I have crawled out of a pile of zombies these days, so I am confident that I can deal with them.

But the most important thing now is to solve the stomach problem.

Lao Bu still has 6 work points on him. You can borrow some from him to exchange for some food and then return it to him later.

I just don't know what the prices are like here.

"How many work points can I get in exchange for food?"

"Yesterday's market price was 5 work points for one piece of chocolate."

"Lend me 5 work points." I patted Lao Bu and said.

"Ah - this... this..." Old Bu almost choked and hesitated, unable to speak.

This old guy usually speaks in a very convincing manner, but when you ask him to show his real strength, he becomes awkward.

I quickly added, "Don't worry, if you lend me 5 work points, I will return you 6 work points."

"Eight work points."

"Eight work points."

Finally, the deal was completed at 7 work points.

After Lao Bu finished his meal, we left the cafeteria and walked towards Building B.

The bodies of Brother Ji and his men have been cleaned up.

Everyone returned to their previous state.

From time to time, someone was taken by the guards to the warden for questioning.

But for some reason the warden never came to look for me. Could it be that he knew that I wasn't the one who killed the person?

According to Old Bu, there are black markets in both Building A and Building B.

The so-called black market is a place where supplies are exchanged.

These supplies are of various kinds, varied, and in bits and pieces, and were all picked up from outside.

Most of them are daily necessities and tools, among which food and water are the most precious.

The black market in Building B is in a corner of the first floor. At this moment, the place is already crowded with people and noisy.

In the morning, many people received work points and went to the black market to exchange them for supplies.

Old Bu secretly told me that the black market was controlled by a group of native people in prison.

Anyone who wants to exchange supplies here will be charged a commission by them.

He pointed at a fat woman and said that was the boss of the black market in Building B.

The woman was plump, with her belly showing, and was bargaining with someone.

Around her are precious supplies such as chocolate, compressed biscuits, mineral water, etc.

She seemed to have heard something, and she put on a fierce look, spitting and scolding the person opposite her.

"You want to exchange one work point for this bag of candy? What the hell, you should go to the toilet and exchange your work point for shit..."

"Please, please, it's my daughter's birthday today and I want to buy her some candy."

"Your daughter's birthday? Bah! My daughter is dead. Why should your daughter have the right to celebrate her birthday? Get out of here!"

The unlucky guy was thrown directly out of the black market.

After observing for a while, I felt more and more that the trading rules here were simply naked plunder.

For those who came to sell supplies, the prices were kept very low.

Those who come to buy supplies have to pay a high price.

This buying and selling model allows the black market's masterminds to make a fortune, while civilians become their victims.

I saw it all and couldn't help sneering in my heart.

This black market is indeed shady.

I walked forward and looked at the supplies behind the big sister, and I picked a piece of chocolate.

The chocolate looked like it had been stored for a long time, and due to the hot weather, it had melted and deformed.

The eldest sister raised her eyebrows, looked at me, and asked impatiently:

"Are you here to sell or buy? If you have nothing else to do, please go away and don't interrupt my business."

It'll delay your robbery.

I pointed to the chocolate.

The eldest sister looked suspicious and said, "7 work points."

I responded calmly: "I understand the rules of the black market. But your price of 7 work points is a bit unreasonable. It was only 5 work points yesterday!"

"Yesterday was yesterday, and today is today. The market changes every day. Recently, there is a shortage of supplies outside. There have been heavy casualties among those who went out to look for supplies. Of course, the price has increased." The big sister shook the two lumps of flesh on her chest and shouted with a frown, "If you can't afford it, get out."