Rebirth of the apocalypse: Winning a prize of 30 million at the beginning

"What's going on?" Black Hand played with the butterfly knife in his hand and looked down at the stall owner and the young man.

The young man buying shoes was about 27 years old. When he saw the black men in green vests coming over, he said nervously:

"I bought a pair of shoes from him. He said they were very durable. I wore them normally for two days, but there was a tear in the middle of the shoes. I asked him to return them, but he refused to accept the payment."

"Then I came over to argue with him, but he fell down and insisted that I hit him."

The seller's boss was lying on the ground and covering his neck. "You said you didn't hit me. Everyone around you saw it. Just tell me if you touched me!"

"I, I, I, I, I gently grabbed your collar, and you fell down. What the hell are you..." The young man was anxious and angry, pointing at the boss and cursing.

The stall owner fell to the ground, crawled towards the black hand, screamed miserably, and screamed like a slaughtered pig.

"Master Qingtian, you have to make the decision for me. I am doing business well, and he comes and beats me! He ignores the rules of our trading market and must be severely punished!"

Black Hand frowned, looked at the young man and asked:

"Don't you know you can't fight in the trading market?"

"I didn't fight, I just asked him to argue, but he refused to admit it." The young man said angrily.

"Did you do anything to him?" Black Hand asked.

The young man said angrily: "I just pulled his collar, and he fell down on his own."

Black Hand asked back: "That's not what you said just now. You said you didn't touch him and he fell by himself. Why are your words different before and after?"

After hearing what Black Hand said, the stall owner was secretly happy.

He has studied the rules of the trading market very thoroughly.

Once a conflict occurs,

No matter how fierce the quarrel between the two parties is, as long as they don't take action, it will be fine.

Once a move is made, both parties will be finished.

However, as long as you don't take action, you will definitely win.

The balance of victory once again tilted towards his side.

On the other hand, the young man buying shoes, his face was green and red at this time, and he couldn't say a word when he was scolded by the black hand.

Black Hand looked at him indifferently and said:

"According to the rules of the trading market, anyone who fights maliciously shall be killed!"

"What?!"

When the young man heard the word kill, he took two steps back, fell to the ground, and looked at Black Hand in horror.

"No, I just grabbed his collar. I really didn't do anything. He fell down on his own."

"Didn't you read the trading market order manual? Don't you know you can't do anything to others?" Black Hand asked, his tone full of murderous intent.

The young man's eyes were panicked and his whole body was shaking, "I, I, I saw it, but I was so angry just now. I won't dare to do it next time."

"He must be killed. He violated the rules of our trading market! If we don't kill him, we will violate the rules!" shouted the stall owner who fell to the ground.

Black Hand glanced at him with some boredom, seeing that he was a little unhappy.

In fact, he can roughly see what is happening here now.

It's nothing more than an old youtiao selling inferior products and cheating young people.

Then he used the rules of the trading market to throw the blame on the young man and lay on the ground pretending to be injured.

These two people are not good birds.

One doesn't read the rule book carefully, and the other is cunning and sells inferior products.

However, there are currently not many regulations regarding the sale of goods in the trading market.

As long as you don’t sell prohibited items.

Others are normal transactions, one is willing to buy and the other is willing to sell, it's that simple.

This is just like an antique shop before the apocalypse. If you buy a fake, you will recognize it.

In the trading market, the patrol team has too many things to manage and does not have that much energy to deal with problems that arise in your buying and selling transactions.

Once this matter is taken care of, the patrol team will be exhausted.

Therefore, when survivors buy something, they must make their own judgment on whether it is worth buying. Once you buy something, you cannot regret it.

"Master Qingtian, you must make the decision for me." The stall owner continued to cry miserably.

Blackhand took a deep breath and cursed:

"You must be sick."

The stall owner was stunned, "Huh?"

Black pointed at the camera on the roof of Tingfeng Building opposite and said:

"Did you fall by yourself or was pushed? Why don't you adjust the surveillance camera and take a look?"

"Get up quickly, you idiot is looking for trouble for me!"

"I'm counting down to three, three."

Ziliu——

The stall owner quickly got up, rubbed his hands and said aggrievedly:

"I was indeed pushed by him, and my butt hurt so much."

"Then it's still reasonable for you to sell inferior products?" The black hand exposed him directly and mercilessly.

"I don't have one," the street stall owner quickly waved his hand.

Black Hand rolled his eyes. Selling inferior products was not within his scope of management, and he didn't have much time to take care of such trivial matters.

After thinking for a few seconds, he said to the young man:

"Come here."

The young man walked over nervously and asked anxiously:

"Leader, I really didn't mean it. I should be fine, right?"

Blackhand glanced at him and said:

"You grabbed someone by the collar. You acted first, and you were at fault first. You will be fined 10 points. You can pay it yourself at the North District Mission Hall."

Then he said to the team members behind him:

"Record his number plate. If he doesn't pay the points by noon tomorrow, the penalty points will be doubled. The next day, the penalty points will be doubled!"

"Ah? I, I, I! I don't have that many points!" the young man shouted hurriedly.

He actually has that many points, but asking him to hand over ten points at once is more painful than killing him.

He only spent 0.7 points to buy this pair of shoes of poor quality. The penalty is ten points. How long will it take him to get so many points?

"Then, go borrow it!" Black Hand said indifferently.

The young man spread his hands and said pitifully: "I can't borrow it."

"You can't get it, right?"

"Yes." The young man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Oh. In that case, your points won't be deducted."

The young man was happy to hear that there was no need to deduct points. "Thank you."

Before he could finish his words, Black Hand pulled out the gun from his waist.

"Come on, take him to the square and shoot him!"

"No, no, no! I'll pay, I'll pay!"

"Didn't you say you don't have that many points and can't borrow them?" Black Hand looked at him, his eyes narrowed, with a deterrent look.

The young man quickly said: "I can find a way. I can sell my other things and get ten points!"

"Yeah."

Black Hand looked at the stall owner, pointed his gun at him and said:

"If you dare to play tricks in front of me again next time, I will kill you."

He was unhappy that the boss used the rules of the trading market to kill people with borrowed knives.

He hated people who treated people like monkeys the most.

"In addition, I will ban you from setting up stalls for three days."

After all, according to the management regulations of the trading market, the stall owner did not violate it. He banned him for three days just because Black Hand was unhappy with him.

"But but, I didn't violate the regulations, why did you ban me!" The stall owner said with a stiff neck and a displeased face.

He thought he could see the boy killed and then he could get compensation.

I didn't expect that the boy was fined only ten points.

That would be fine, but he actually wanted to punish himself.

He pointed at him and said:

"You just said he hit you, said he pushed you, you fell down by yourself, you didn't tell the truth, you can't set up a street stall for three days, do you have any objections? Do you have the guts to say it again?"

The stall owner heard the hidden meaning and quickly folded his hands and begged for mercy:

"Okay, leader, I listen to you, three days is three days."

He quickly squatted on the ground, quickly picked up the things on the ground, and prepared to slip away.

He just woke up, the people in the trading market patrol team have great power, and the senior leaders of Oil City have no time to take care of the things below.

If this team leader insists on making trouble for him, he will fine him dozens or even hundreds of points, and he can't do anything about it.

Take advantage of the fact that this team leader is not angry, leave quickly, otherwise there will be trouble later.

The young man was also registered with a number plate, and he walked towards the North District with his worn-out shoes in a dejected manner.

This matter was over, and Hei Shou continued to go shopping.

Bored, he picked up the intercom to contact Zheng Shiwu.

"Old Zheng, where are you now?"

Two days later.

December 21st.

The boiler heating pipes in the trading market are still being laid.

Half of the houses in Area C have been laid with pipes.

In the camphor tree base, the heating pipes for the inner city, the outer city, and even the residential houses in the buffer city have been laid.

Only half of the greenhouses in the buffer city have not been laid.

But even if it snows and the temperature drops at this moment, the crops in the greenhouse will not be affected.

Because the greenhouse was built with a constant temperature system at the beginning of its construction, no matter how much the outside temperature is, the temperature in the greenhouse is suitable for the growth of crops in the greenhouse.

The temperature varies according to different crops.

But most of them are kept at around 20 degrees.

The reason for laying the heating pipes in the greenhouse is, on the one hand, to provide double insurance, and on the other hand, to reuse the heat from the boiler heating.

It is better to save a little energy for the camphor tree base.

The camphor tree base.

Li Yu walked on the wall of the buffer city. He rarely came here.

Most of the time, he walked on the walls of the inner city and the outer city.

The temperature was a bit cold. Now the temperature has dropped to minus three degrees.

Generally speaking, it can snow at zero degrees.

Now it has reached minus three degrees, and there is still no snow.

There are many conditions for snowfall, and the most important ones are two. One is whether there is enough water vapor in the air, and the second is whether the temperature reaches below zero.

Now both conditions are met.

Still no snowfall.

According to the research of the Natural Disaster Research Institute, it is said that the water vapor molecules in the sky contain trace amounts of DI elements, which leads to changes in the mass of water vapor.

If you want to snow, the temperature must become lower, condense into larger ice crystals, and reach a large enough mass.

The Natural Disaster Research Institute cannot give an answer to the specific degree.

"City Lord." A guard on duty said to Li Yu.

"Yeah." Li Yu nodded at him.

He had an impression of this guard, Gao Zhongtian, a third-level personnel, who came from the southwest.

He was upgraded to a third-level personnel two months ago.

In the past, it was used to transport construction materials to the Dazhangshu base.

Now, there are three walls in the Dazhangshu base, and they all need someone on duty to guard them.

With more walls, more guards are needed.

The previous inner and outer city personnel are not enough.

Therefore, the buffer city wall adopts the method of mainly third-level personnel and second-level personnel management.

This can ensure that the wall duty personnel are sufficient.

Moreover, the current treatment of third-level personnel is much better than that of third-level personnel a few years ago.

Today's Dazhangshu base has sufficient supplies and can provide better welfare benefits to everyone.

The treatment of third-level personnel has also risen.

In fact, the current third-level personnel have become the backbone of the Dazhangshu base.

After all, the number of second-level personnel is limited, and they are all elites.

As for the first-level personnel, they are generally management or the core of a certain field.

Of course, there are always some people with insufficient ability among the first-level personnel, and these people are placed in some idle positions.

Li Yu saw Gao Zhongtian's face flushed with cold, and asked;

"Are you cold?"

"Not cold, city lord." Gao Zhongtian heard the greeting from the city lord, and his heart was warm, and he answered loudly.

"The base has distributed warm face masks, why don't you wear them?"

"I have rhinitis, and it's uncomfortable to wrap my nose."

"Is it not breathable?" Li Yu asked.

"Not really, I always feel uncomfortable."

"Okay, keep warm and don't catch a cold."

"Thank you, City Lord."

After Li Yu finished speaking, he continued to move forward.

The sky was vast, and the woods in the distance were gray and yellow.

Large tracts of trees withered and died. Outside the camphor tree base, it was gray and gloomy, which made people extremely depressed.

Li Yu exhaled white air and inspected the status of the guards on duty on the buffer city wall, the ultraviolet light array, etc.

Now Li Yu, sitting in the position of the city lord of the camphor tree, does not need him to do many things, and he does not even need to show up.

However, before a major natural disaster comes, he will personally check various details.

Check for deficiencies and make up for them.

While walking on the buffer city wall, he frowned and thought deeply about what else needs to be arranged.

Food?

The granary in the base has stored thousands of tons of food, enough for everyone in their camphor tree base. Not to mention the greenhouses that produce food continuously.

Energy?

There are tens of thousands of tons of oil, and even more coal, firewood, and charcoal, which are piled up in the buffer city and the outer city.

Defense?

The ultraviolet light array is good, and the mobile switch has been upgraded to add a start-up preheating system, which can be heated before starting. Although it takes ten minutes to preheat, it can ensure that it can be turned on by heating even if it is frozen at minus dozens of degrees.

Once it is turned on and running, it is not easy to freeze.

Keep warm?

There are heating in both the inner and outer cities. Now most of the heating pipes in the buffer city have been laid. It will only take three days to lay the rest. This only requires waiting.

In addition, there are some miscellaneous small things.

For example, all the surface plants in the base have been moved to greenhouses, and the fish, shrimps and crabs in the mountain ponds and reservoirs have been moved to the cave reservoirs. After the farms have been rebuilt, there is no need to worry about the roof being blown off by the strong wind like a few years ago, and there is no need to repair the roof in the cold.

Moreover, it has become like a greenhouse, maintaining a constant temperature, and the livestock such as pigs, cattle and sheep inside do not have to worry about freezing to death.

Li Yu thought a lot about these trivial matters.

Then he continued to think about the oil city and the north.

Unconsciously, he had walked around the buffer city wall.

After a circle, he did not find any loopholes.

Everything is waiting for snowfall.

Once it snows, the base will sound an alarm and execute according to the preset plan.

The system of the big camphor tree base is now more sound than before, and many things have special people to consider and execute.

Unlike in the early years, Li Yu did not need to arrange the details one by one.

Now many times, what he did not expect, his subordinates have already considered and done it.

After all, the power of one person is limited, but the power of a group of people, especially when united, is infinite.

One Zhuge Liang is no match for three cobblers.

After a circle, Li Yu walked to the elevator entrance of the wall.

He was about to go down.

Suddenly, he glanced out of the corner of his eye.

He stopped.

A drop of snow fell on his hand.

The snow began to fall from the gray sky. They were small and hard, but with an ominous weight.

Beep, beep--

The radio of the camphor tree base suddenly sounded.

It resounded between heaven and earth.

The guards around looked up and looked at the sky in shock.

"It's snowing!"

"Damn, it's really snowing!"

"Damn, it's finally here!"

"I'm dying of suffocation. I said, it's so cold, how can it not snow."

"Do you think snowing is a good thing!"

At the elevator entrance.

Li Yu turned around and looked at the snow falling from the sky quietly.

His eyes were like an ancient well, calm.

He whispered, "It's snowing!"

He looked towards the Oil City, thinking:

The boiler heating pipes have not been laid yet, and I don't know what the situation is in the Oil City

(Seeking monthly tickets)