Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

The gang members who were the first to discover Song Chai's body were standing beside He Falcon with their hands folded, trembling uncontrollably under their respectful appearance.

His face turned pale.

Half of it was because of Song Chai's miserable situation.

Half of them were afraid that He Falcon's anger would implicate him.

However, to everyone's surprise, He Falcon just glanced inside and gently closed the door.

"Give it to your boss... collect the body for your elder brother."

He waved his hand half-heartedly, and the members of the Wugen Gang filed in with relief to clean up the mess.

He Falcon didn't know what kind of mood he was feeling now.

When he and Song Chai were hanging out together at the bottom, Song Chai always took care of him because he was in good health, strong, and good at fighting.

After the Wugen Gang was established, the most important thing for low-level forces like them was force, so Song Chai was still the leader.

In fact, the management of Bangzhong has been completely presided over by him.

Therefore, ordinary members of the gang understand He Falcon's cruelty far better than Song Chai.

He just called him big brother.

When He Shun became the director of Shangfang City, he no longer cared about the cause of the Wugen Gang.

Gradually, Song Chai became more and more like a thug under him.

On the surface, He Shuan could still call him brother-in-law and acquaintance with him as equals, but in fact, he was starting to feel a little impatient in his heart.

Naturally, the word "big brother" was never called again.

Now because of one of his orders, Song Chai turned into a ball of mush.

He Falcon felt relieved, but also felt like something was missing.

It was time to pick up the Wugen Gang again. As the director of the southern district of the Hub Station, he needed the support of his own power. Without Song Chai's constraints, it was natural for him to take over the Wugen Gang as the second leader, and he would have less worries about doing things.

And that scavenger...

"Strictly monitor Fangshi," He Xuan ordered the remaining gang members. "Not only the South District, but also the West District, East District... all have people assigned to me."

"Then find the scavenger named Lu Meng."

"And those who know him, bring them with him."

As scavengers, ruins are where they work, and the place where they really survive is the city.

They can't live without Fangshi.

He Falcon believed that one day, he would be able to catch Lu Meng.

Maybe it wasn't Song Chai who was killed by Lu Meng, maybe other supervisors were involved secretly.

But Song Chai died because of this incident.

Someone has to pay the price, whether it's a blood sacrifice or blood payment.

The life of a scavenger.

Just right.

…

Lu Meng wore a linen scarf on his head and a ring-shaped sword on his waist.

The pika leather was too soft to be used as a leather sheath, so his long knife had to be carefully wrapped with a cloth strap.

At this moment, he was leading Huo Buyang on the road, each carrying a big bag.

Inside were dozens of dried rat and rabbit skins and forty pounds of dried meat.

Not a lot.

But not to Fangshi.

This is what they are going to take to the "black market" to test the waters.

For people in the hub, food is always in short supply.

Compared with linen, animal skin is not only warmer, but also provides a certain degree of protection.

Li Liu had already sewn more than a dozen pieces of rat and rabbit skin on the leather jacket that originally belonged to Song Chai. The original style could no longer be seen at all. Although Lu Meng was no longer windy when he wore it, his arms and shoulders were also different. Can be protected.

It's okay if you can't tell the style, so as not to get recognized and get into trouble.

Her iconic white hair is naturally wrapped in a headscarf.

Lu Meng took Huo Buyang on a hidden path among the ruins.

Occasionally, you can pass by a few dried corpses.

There are still signs of gnawing on it.

To be honest, although the situation of the scavengers is embarrassing, it has not yet reached the point of "cannibalism".

This is also the result of careful control by Fangshi.

Eliminating the few people who cannot work will not only optimize efficiency, but also make the remaining scavengers afraid of falling into the same position and activate their enthusiasm.

But if the vast majority of people see no hope of living anyway, they will be forced to break through the bottom line.

At this time, I am afraid that the first target of chaos is Fangshi himself.

Not necessarily because of hatred.

Simply because it is the only way to put food on the table and survive.

However, scavengers do not directly eat people.

But for those who are unable to hunt, mice are a popular delicacy.

You must know that in a place like the hub station, rats are also hungry, and there is only one thing they can eat...

Rounding the corner is an open space.

Wooden sheds in twos and threes are nestled together, and occasionally a few anxious and alert people pass by.

This is the dark side of the hub - the "black market".

"Isn't this 'black market' black?" Huo Buyang was curious.

Lu Meng explained: "The so-called 'black market'..."

The so-called black market certainly does not mean that the market is black, nor does it mean that the sky is dark.

No matter where you are, the night is a breeding ground for chaos. Even if it is a black market, it is safest to come during the day.

At the hub, black market doesn’t even refer to black goods.

Whether it is scavenging or handicrafts, most of the goods sold and exchanged here come from some serious labor.

"Black" is opposite to Fangshi.

Because Fangshi controls the order of the hub, anything prohibited by Fangshi is "black".

In fact, Fangshi only prohibits one thing, and that is private transactions between people at the hub.

Any transaction that occurs between people at the hub must go through the market, which serves as a middleman platform, so that profits can be exploited.

Fangshi also knows that it is impossible to completely prevent people from bartering in private so that everyone can get what they need.

Therefore, Fangshi only needs to have absolute control over the most important survival resources-water and food.

These cannot be produced by the hub station residents themselves. All known water sources are in the hands of the city, and the rare cactus farmland is cultivated by serfs who belong to them.

Not to mention monopolizing the only channel for commercial transactions with the outside world.

No matter how much money you make privately, it will eventually be handed back to me.

This is the way to survive in Fangshi.

Based on this, market supervisors also turn a blind eye to the existence of the black market, and some even suspect that there is a supervisor's indulgence and support behind this.

Of course, the hub is too big and people have no information about each other. Generally speaking, the existence of the black market is still hidden.

Huo Buyang sighed: "I never thought there would be a place like this outside Fangshi."

The black market is in such a hidden corner with no scavenging value. If Lu Meng hadn't led the way, the probability of an ordinary refugee finding the entrance by accident would be almost zero.

But just as the two were about to walk towards the entrance of the black market, a figure suddenly rushed in front of them from the side.

Faintly blocking the way forward.

"You two guys," a man in his thirties or forties said with a smile on his face, but his eyes were shrewd, "You look strange, is it your first time here?

“The black market is very deep, whether you are buying something or doing business, you have to find the right person.

"I have been working in this street for more than ten years. If you two want to find a reliable boss, I can introduce you to them.

"If you don't understand anything along the way, just ask me, Lao Lei!"

Huo Buyang was still a little confused. Lu Meng smiled and realized that he had met a broker or a guide.

The job of a guide dealer is to familiarize newcomers with the black market streets and help them contact the stores or sources of goods they need.

Of course, certain service fees and agency fees will also be charged as remuneration.

Generally, it is 20% to 30%. If the channel is more sensitive, it is not impossible to use half of the transaction amount as the intermediary fee.

Look at this man named Lao Lei.

Wearing exquisite clothes, apart from the factors that enhance his status, it also shows that he has made a lot of money in this industry. In addition, the timing of his appearance was so coincidental, and he was obviously prepared. It would not be cheap to hire him.

Originally, it was a good choice for newcomers to pay some agency fees to avoid the trouble of being unfamiliar with the situation.

But this was unnecessary for him, Lu Meng.

Therefore, Lu Meng just politely refused: "Thank you, Uncle Lei, but we can make our own decisions, so you should help others."

After saying that, he was ready to continue walking with Huo Buyang.

When Lao Lei saw that the business was about to run away, he hurriedly took a few steps to the side and stood in front of them again: "Oh, you two young people, where did you get the idea when you first arrived?

"I'm doing this for your own good. It's not a big deal if I get deceived. What I'm worried about is losing both people and money!"

Lu Meng frowned slightly.

He was not opposed to this kind of intermediary business, but the business was not done in a righteous way. He had already clearly refused once, and it hurt his friendship to continue to stalk him.

"Then tell me, what places on this street are suitable for us brothers to go?"

Lu Meng changed his mind and spoke.