Looking at the stall owner who changed his expression in an instant, Zhou Yuanqiang was not angry, with his observation, it is not so simple to make a single business here. Moreover, the dog looks at people with low eyes, isn't this a habit of human beings all along? Not to mention the last days, even in modern times, it is even more intense.

Zhou Yuanqiang walked around to the back of the stall owner, lowered his voice and said, "Hey, boss, business is not like this. I have no crystallized gold, not even grain. But that doesn't mean I don't have good things. As the saying goes, if you don't have three thirds, how dare you go to Liangshan......"

When the stall owner's two little eyes heard Zhou Yuanqiang's words, they burst into a burst of light, and his face was full of smiles again, and said: "Brother, as soon as I saw you, I knew that you were not an ordinary person. He also lowered his voice and said, "Brother, what good things do you have?" Take it out and take a look...... Hey, this place, although prosperous, but a lot of things are missing. ”

Zhou Yuanqiang was not polite, took out a can of canned beef from the sack, shook it, and said, "This thing is scarce enough, right?" ”

As early as the first time he came to the end of the world to buy and sell, Zhou Yuanqiang noticed some details, such as the trademark and production date of the canned food. For this reason, Zhou Yuanqiang went to a local canning factory that produces canned beef, and specially ordered canned beef without trademark and production date to ensure that there will be absolutely no flaws in the cans.

The stall owner looked at the canned beef made of all-aluminum skin, although he knew that it was canned, he couldn't figure it out, so he could only look at Zhou Yuanqiang helplessly.

Zhou Yuanqiang was not polite, pulled the stall owner to squat down, reducing the danger of being seen clearly, and directly opened the canned beef, and said: "This is authentic canned beef, I don't believe you can taste it." "For the scarce meat of the last days, it is very valuable. But in Zhou Yuanqiang's eyes, no matter how high the value is, is it not a dozen yuan a can? Wholesale in large quantities, and the price can be discounted.

In fact, Zhou Yuanqiang was helpless, look at the streets, everyone was carrying weapons on their backs, with a fierce look, there was a possibility that something would go wrong, and they would do it. In such an environment, Zhou Yuanqiang didn't even have a gun, and when the time came, wouldn't he have been eaten until there were no bones left? Therefore, Zhou Yuanqiang, who has no choice, can only arm himself before selling. At least it doesn't have to be like in the morning, forced to be so embarrassed by three zombies, right?

For those who have not smelled the smell of meat for a long time, the moment the canned beef is opened, the strong smell of meat completely conquers this seemingly shrewd stall owner.

Human beings are born to fight for food. So the next thing went smoothly, far beyond Zhou Yuanqiang's imagination. The stall owner didn't care about anything for ten cans of canned beef, for fear that Zhou Yuanqiang would regret it, so he directly rolled the canned beef with the rags he set up in his stall, and threw the 95-style to Zhou Yuanqiang, and he didn't even do business, just left.

The other party's reaction surprised Zhou Yuanqiang, originally in his heart, if he wanted to get this 95 type, he needed at least 15 cans to do it.

Compared with Zhou Yuanqiang, who thought he was making a bargain, the stall owner snickered and left quickly. "With these canned beef, I don't believe that I can't knock on Old Man Zhao's golden mouth. As long as Old Man Zhao relents, how many new weapons do you want? It's worth it! The more the stall owner thought about it, the happier he became, and he couldn't help but glance back at Zhou Yuanqiang and muttered, "It's really ...... What a stupid bird! ”

Zhou Yuanqiang laughed at himself, he still underestimated the allure of meat in the last days. However, when I felt the new 95 style precipitated in my hand, I immediately became excited again. Living in a peaceful modern era and with a high degree of weapon control, where is the opportunity to touch a gun? I'm afraid it's extremely difficult to even see real guns and live ammunition.

After stroking the Type 95 rifle in his hand stupidly for a while, Zhou Yuanqiang seemed to remember something, groped awkwardly, and finally unloaded the magazine. But Zhou Yuanqiang was immediately dumbfounded, where did he find the shadow of a bullet inside?

"Hey, hey, you...... Stop! ”

The stall owner, who had already gone away, called Zhou Yuanqiang's shout, ran faster, and disappeared into the flow of people after a while.

"Damn, ****** no bullets, is it still called a gun? Scold that bastard next door! Zhou Yuanqiang scolded depressedly, greeted all the other party's ancestors, and finally had to bow his head in front of reality. Speaking of bullets, Zhou Yuanqiang only remembered now that the entire town market seemed to be ...... Don't seem to see anyone selling bullets?

After cheekily asking a few people, Zhou Yuanqiang finally learned all kinds of information about weapons in the entire town.

The superiors of the Wasteland Settlement are not stupid, they control the arsenal, and the cultivation of the entire settlement, so to speak, they have firmly controlled the entire settlement. It is legal to possess weapons in settlements, and you can freely sell all kinds of weapons, as long as you can get your hands on them. However, there is only one rule, which is to prohibit all trading activities related to bullets, ammunition, shells, fire, etc., once discovered, it will directly end up being killed.

Now Zhou Yuanqiang understands why there are shops and vendors selling weapons everywhere, and the superiors who control the arsenal can tolerate it, and the reason is in the bullets.

It's like if you buy a house, you can't buy furniture without renovation, right? They did not limit their weapons, but bullets and ammunition. Your guns can be purchased from private individuals or shops, but bullets must be purchased at the designated Arsenal sales office in the Wasteland Settlement. The bullets obtained elsewhere are all against the rules and will be hit by the strong force of the wasteland settlements.

From the mouths of several people, Zhou Yuanqiang learned that when this mandatory overlord regulation was implemented, the superiors in the wasteland settlement had commanded the troops to be bloodied for a while, and the people who died in this private system and private trading of ammunition did not know how many. It is this kind of unjustified bloody repression that has led to the situation that no one dares to commit today, and it has also allowed the superiors to firmly control the entire wasteland settlement.

"Awesome!"

Zhou Yuan sighed, and figured it out, anyway, the purpose of buying a gun by himself is just to pretend, whether there are bullets or not, it doesn't matter now. He put the gun behind his back, lifted the sack again, and took advantage of the opportunity to reach into the bag to take out the cans in the storage space, put them in the bag, and began his low-key peddling operation.

The early bird has worms to eat, and the early book is not a ticket to eat? Thank you!