The City of Hope is a base with a population of nearly 600,000 people, with a 20-meter-wide moat on the periphery of the city, which is equipped with barbed wire and mines, forming a ring of protection for the base, and a steel suspension bridge at the entrance to the city gate to connect the opposite bank.

Entering the city, I saw that there were military tents on both sides of the road, parked tanks and armored vehicles, some soldiers were training, and some were repairing combat vehicles, and then Ye Zifeng knew that this was not the main city, but a strategic line of defense. The base city lord deliberately drew the troops of two regiments and one armored regiment to be stationed here to deal with emergencies at any time.

The further I went, the more people I met on the road, and there were many old men and women on both sides who were plowing the fields and digging the ground, busy with farming. Soon, a towering city wall appeared in front of Ye Zifeng, he glanced at his watch, it took half an hour to get here from the suspension bridge, and there was a distance of almost 10 kilometers between them.

"Stop, show your tokens!"

When they arrived at the gate, the two were stopped again, Ye Zifeng handed over the identity token, and the guards checked it carefully and let them go.

"Take a look, take a look, brand new clothes and pants, all kinds of styles."

"Delicious snacks, free tasting."

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"Wow, there are so many people, Brother Ye, look over there!"

As soon as he entered the city, there was a shouting sound around him, and Meng Xiaowei's eyes were deeply attracted, he looked left and right, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

This area is like a buying and selling market, very lively, buying everything from weapons and cars to daily necessities, and people are full of happy smiles on their faces, showing a thriving state.

"It seems that the city lord of this base has a very good management, and everything is in order!"

Ye Zifeng nodded, he really wanted to make friends with this city lord of the City of Hope.

"Gollum!"

Walking to a stall selling fried meatloaf, Meng Xiaowei stopped, his eyes staring at the fragrant meatloaf, his stomach gurgling.

"What, are you hungry?"

Ye Zifeng looked at him with a smile, and Meng Xiaowei nodded embarrassedly.

"Boss, how much is this?"

"A green ticket."

The stall owner is an old man who looks very kind.

"What is a green ticket?"

"Hehe, you're new here, I don't know it's normal, the green ticket is..."

The old man patiently explained to Ye Zifeng that the so-called green ticket was the currency used to trade in Hope City, which was divided into four types: black, red, yellow, blue and green, with the lowest face value of the green ticket, equivalent to one piece, followed by ten blue tickets, one hundred yellow tickets, one thousand red tickets, and the largest face value of black tickets was ten thousand, which was only owned by those big forces and chaebols in the base.

"Of course, the base also has a rule that transactions can also be exchanged for items of equal value."

The old man added.

"Then I'll trade this for meatloaf with you!"

Ye Zifeng took out a pack of cigarettes.

"You... Are you sure, no... No regrets! ”

Hearing this, the old man couldn't say all the shocked words.

"Sure, no regrets!"

Ye Zifeng said with a smile.

"Young man, I think you are a good person, so I will tell you that these cigarettes are hard currency in the base, and just a pack of ordinary cigarettes of poor quality has been fried to the price of a yellow ticket, not to mention those good cigarettes, you are so generous, be careful of being targeted by those unrighteous people."

The old man looked left and right, quickly hid the cigarette in his underwear pocket, and then kindly reminded him.

"Thank you boss for the reminder."

"You can take all these meatloaf, you're welcome."

The old man took the bag and handed it to Ye Zifeng, with more than thirty pieces of meatloaf.

"Xiaowei, let's go!"

The two of them ate the meatloaf, waved at the old man, and walked on.

"This young man, not bad!"

Looking at Ye Zifeng who was walking away, the old man was excited in his heart, he made a fortune today, turned around and packed up his stall and prepared to go home, for fear of causing trouble.

"The meatloaf is delicious."

Meng Xiaowei ate a mouth full of oil residue, he had eaten 7 pieces in a row, and he was satisfied.

"This is it, wait for me here, I'll be back soon!"

Coming to a building, Ye Zifeng said to Meng Xiaowei.

This is the location of the complex, the base laboratory and the deposit bank, and there are armed soldiers in front and back, left and right, upstairs and downstairs, and the old man said that there is a special service company stationed nearby, which is responsible for the protection of the building.

The laboratory, as the name suggests, is a place dedicated to appraisal, and the items on the body can be taken to identify, and the corresponding ticket type can be exchanged according to the value of the appraisal, and if it is too troublesome, the ticket can be registered in the bank on the other side.

"Hello, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Upon entering the hall, a woman who looked like a lobby manager approached with a smile.

"Hello, I want to appraise something and exchange some tickets."

"Okay, please come with me."

Ye Zifeng followed the woman to a room on the second floor on the left and sat down, and soon, an old man with white hair and reading glasses walked in.

"This is Bai Lao, and he will do the appraisal service for you next."

The woman said.

"Sir, I would like to inquire first, what kind of items are hard currency?"

"Hehe, hard currency refers to the items that are in short supply at the base at this stage, including medicines, medical equipment, cigarettes, salt, oil, gold and other non-renewable resources, which are scarce and expensive!"

The old man smiled and touched his beard.

"Then I'll change these first."

Ye Zifeng put down his backpack, pretended to reach in and took out something, and then took out two cigarettes and a bag of condiments from it.

"Oh, it's all hard currency, and the boy is lucky!"

The old man's eyes lit up, cigarettes needless to say, one of the most scarce materials in the base at present is salt, and many people have not ingested salt for a long time and suffer from big neck disease.

"These items are worth a total of six yellow tickets plus eight blue tickets, please keep them."

The old man did a good job of valuing it, and Ye Zifeng, who took the ticket, was very satisfied with it.

"Let's go!"

Seeing that the sky was slowly darkening, they had to find a place to live.

"We'll stay here tonight."

Coming to a hotel that looked quite upscale, the two walked in.

"Welcome!"

Two beautiful women in cheongsams made a welcome gesture.

"Open us a room."

"Okay, no problem, please go this way."

One of the beautiful girls said with a smile.

"Wow, it's so comfortable, it's been a long time since I've had such a soft bed."

After registering and opening the room, Meng Xiaowei rolled on the bed excitedly.

"Okay, it's been a day's journey, wash up and rest early, and we'll go out for a walk tomorrow."

Ye Zifeng patted Meng Xiaowei's head and said.

Outside the guesthouse.

"Big brother, this is it, I saw them go in."

Several men poked their heads in a corner.

"Did you see clearly, he traded cigarettes directly with the old man?"

One of them asked.

"That's right, it's a good look, and if it's so generous, this guy must have a lot of good things in his hands."

A red-haired man said.

"Very well, then let's do it tonight!"