Cities in the wasteland are often deserted, and even the slightest bustle is often the sound of gunfire. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info martial law, solemnity, indifference, this is the monotonous perception of the world by the survivors. And in the city of Merida, far from the mainland of North America, and even far from the center of Mexico, the word "bloody" is even added.

But today, that perception is shattered.

Mérida is a satellite city set up by the 'Enclave' to alleviate the pressure on resources, to put it bluntly, there are not enough resources in a place, and everyone can only disperse and eat. But the Yucatan region, where the city of Merida is located, was originally desolate and undeveloped, and there was nothing left except for a few Mayan monuments.

The city of Merida is home to 500,000 slave laborers, who have no personal freedom, and it is good to have enough to eat, not to mention any spending power. But there are still 30,000 or 50,000 'Enclave' colonists in the city, and these people still have some spending power, and their desire to buy is extremely strong.

Some of the tens of thousands of tonnes of supplies shipped from Havana will be sold locally in the city of Mérida by the Governor of Alfonso. After all, the area is still nominally the territory of the Mexican government. Zhou Qingfeng also needs to gain the support and support of the locals.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't use any special marketing methods, his method was very simple, find trucks to transport things from the port to various traffic intersections in the city, and hire some people to set up stalls to sell.

Truth be told, when boxes of goods are laid out, people in a hurry on the road don't even dare to come up and take a look. Everyone either hurried to work or hurried home, resolutely not to stay on the dangerous streets.

Zhou Qingfeng originally thought that as long as the goods were listed, they would detonate a sales frenzy, but the reality was that 'the cars and horses were sparse in front of the door'. He personally ran to a sales point, and saw two Mexicans in charge of sales standing stupidly next to the car, in a daze!

Crazy .......

You're going to die if you shout twice!

shouted, but no one listened.

Well, not all Americans understand Spanish.

Zhou Qingfeng had to order someone to find a wooden board to write the words "goods for sale", and match the name and price of the goods. In the end, he had to find a translator, after all, the hired people he hired were Mexicans who didn't know English.

As a result, someone finally looked at the vending truck on the side of the road and was curious, and ran over to look at the goods, and his eyes lit up, "Is this pickled whale meat?" Two pounds for a dollar? Looks good. ”

Food is always the most scarce material in the wasteland, especially when all agricultural products are harvested and livestock die in large numbers due to the low temperatures of the nuclear winter. People don't miss a single opportunity to hoard food.

Marinated whale meat retains most of the whale's fat, which doesn't taste too good and is too oily. No one ate it before the cataclysm because the fat was too high and unhealthy. And now, what could be more tempting than a piece of fat? That must have been two pieces of fat.

"How much fat do you have? I want them all. The first customer became excited, he had several people in his family, as well as children, and he had to worry about food every day. But even the colonists of the 'Enclave' could only rely on rationing to obtain food.

Malnutrition is the enemy of all!

"I want it all, really! I want them all. The first customer waved his hands excitedly, and he pulled out a few yellow gold dollars from his pocket and demanded to buy all the whale meat.

The Enclave once tried to restore the supply of dollar bills, but the Brotherhood of Steel used them to fake counterfeit money, and now everyone uses precious metal money to buy and sell. And in terms of monetary value, it is the same as the first 'Aurora Legion' to return to using metal currency.

The interpreter, who acted as a salesman, accepted the gold coin and instructed the Mexican hired man, "Cut twelve pounds of pickled whale meat for this gentleman." ”

The tarpaulin on the wooden basket was lifted, revealing large chunks of flesh inside. The first customer was stunned at the sight of the cuts of meat, and he thought he was just lucky enough to come across a black marketeer selling small quantities of supplies, but now it seems that this is a stall that sells in large quantities publicly.

"You have so many goods?" The customers were amazed, and it was incredible. Now the shops are long gone, all goods have been swept away, and the citizens often have nowhere to spend their money. Because all supplies are controlled by the bureaucracy and rationed.

With a large piece of greasy whale meat in his hand, the first customer was even a little scared, "I will definitely be robbed if I am seen like this, God knows if someone will shoot me for this?" Killing people for food is nothing new. ”

"We can send you back." For the sake of the first customer, the interpreter called two guards from the Governor's Palace over the walkie-talkie and sent each other home.

The happy scene of holding a piece of meat and returning home with a smile on its face has become the biggest advertisement at the point of sale, and everyone who sees it rushes up to ask where the piece of meat came from.

"Bought?"

"Two pounds for a dollar?"

"Where?"

There was no need for any publicity, as long as the people who heard the news rushed towards the trucks at the point of sale with almost all their might. In just a few minutes, hundreds of people surrounded the trucks.

"Queue, don't crowd." The salesman had to shout loudly, but fortunately, Zhou Qingfeng sent his governor's palace guards to maintain order, so as to avoid chaos and robbery of goods.

In this winter, a long line appeared on the streets, dozens of meters long and hundreds of people, and people kept joining. Everyone spends their money as best they can, regardless of the price of the goods, desperately buying and hoarding.

"Meat, I want meat, give me the biggest piece."

"Fat is the best, I want fat."

"The meat is sold out? So what else do you have? Matches, soap? Well, it's okay for both, I'll do both. ”

The food on the truck was sold out in the first place, and the salesperson had to say loudly that it would continue to be supplied tomorrow, but people didn't believe it. Some even wept bitterly because they didn't buy meat, while many more tried their best to sweep up other goods.

In less than an hour, in fact, only half an hour, a truck full of goods was emptied for a basket full of gold and silver coins. But the customers who want to buy still refuse to leave, and they ask when will the next sale be?

"Not today, please come back tomorrow. We'll be back tomorrow morning at eight o'clock. The person in charge of sales could barely leave, and had to repeatedly publicize his identity and the status of the goods reserve, "We are the sales team established by Governor Alfonso, and the goods are still sufficient, you can rest assured, rest assured!" ”

In fact, no one was at ease at all, Zhou Qingfeng organized 20 sales trucks and 20 sales points, but early the next morning, thousands of people gathered at each sales point, all of whom stared at each and waited for the arrival of the sales trucks in the cold wind. (To be continued.) )