Chapter Thirty-Eight: Money in the Last Days Is Not Easy to Earn
"What's wrong with me?"
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"It's okay, Mr. Liu, what is the exchange ratio of gold and grain?"
"How about a gram of gold and fifty catties of rice?"
According to the market price of the Yanhuang plane, the price of a bag of 50 catties of rice is about 150 Yanhuang coins, and one gram of gold is worth 300 Yanhuang coins.
The net profit is doubled, and when the people in the apocalyptic plane are not doing well, Liu Wen is not too black-hearted.
"One gram of gold, fifty catties of rice!"
Hua Jun walked back and forth, muttering in his mouth.
"Mr. Liu, can it be cheaper if the quantity is large?"
"Captain Hua, you should know better than me the danger of collecting materials now, it's good that I didn't raise the price if you want more!"
"Mr. Liu, I'm sorry!"
Hua Jun smiled wryly, but also a little embarrassed.
"Mr. Liu, I buy a thousand catties of rice in the name of the Armed Police Brigade." Hua Jun said after thinking about it carefully.
"So little?"
"Mr. Liu, although there is some gold in the base, at most it is necklaces, rings, bracelets and the like brought by some refugees. Think about it, how many grams of gold are there? ā
"Yes!"
After listening to Hua Jun's explanation, Liu Wen also came to his senses.
Who can escape for their lives and carry a bag of gold on their backs? That's not running for your life, it's just death!
"It seems that the money in the last days is not easy to earn!"
Thinking like this in his heart, Liu Wen also knew that he had thought about these things too simply before.
Now that most of the gold is in the city, occupied by zombies, who has the leisure to find gold? It's not as good as food.
"Mr. Liu, can you see if you can exchange this for food?"
Hua Jun took out a blood-red stone from his coat pocket.
No, not stones.
Liu Wen could feel that there was energy in this thing, although it was faint, but it was real.
"This thing doesn't ...... Of course! ā
Hearing Liu Wen's answer, Hua Jun breathed a sigh of relief.
As for why Liu Wen agreed, of course, Lan Ling said that this thing was useful.
"How about this and the same price as gold?"
"No problem, then I'll collect two thousand catties of grain first." The Chinese army added another 1,000 catties on the original basis, mainly considering that with Liu Wen's strength, even if he could collect materials, 2,000 catties would be enough to be busy for a while.
But he didn't know that Liu Wen's materials were obtained from another plane. Otherwise, this value will have to be multiplied several times.
"Mr. Liu, then it's a word, three days later, you and I will pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other!"
"Good!"
"And this thing, I'll give it to Mr. Liu."
Hua Jun took out a city entry card from his pocket, which turned out to be indefinite.
"Then I'll be respectful and obey my fate!"
Liu Wen was not polite and accepted it directly.
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"Lan Ling, what's that? You say it works. Liu Wen did not leave the Andu base immediately, but began to rotate around the base.
"This is a crystal nucleus that can only be condensed in the brains of zombies above the second order."
"How do you know?" Liu Wen was very puzzled by this.
"I've seen this thing before."
"Oh! That's right. ā
Listening to Lan Ling's tone, she knew that she must have remembered the previous Space God King again.
Also, the Space God King had been to so many planes, how could Lan Ling not have seen this kind of thing when he was by his side.
"What's the use of this thing?"
"The nucleus contains energy that you can use for yourself or sell it when you go to another plane. And this thing can be used as currency in many planes. ā
"Can you use it?"
"It's okay, but it's not as good as the energy ball."
Hearing this, the corners of Liu Wen's mouth twitched, this thing, even if it has energy, is also in the corpse, think about the disgusting appearance of the zombie.
Liu Wen could not associate the crystal nucleus with food in any way.
"Don't worry, I haven't eaten this thing."
As soon as he saw Liu Wen's expression, Lan Ling knew what he was thinking.
"And how do you know this stuff doesn't taste good?"
"My friend told me."
There was silence for a while, Lan Ling is a machine spirit, her friend, can still eat zombie crystal nuclei, needless to say, it must also be a machine spirit.
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"Captain, do you really believe that he can find so many supplies?" Deputy Captain Geng Jie asked after listening to what Hua Jun said in the office.
"Then you say, do we have any other way?"
"Alas!" Geng Jie sighed.
At this time, the Andu survivors in Kene, the army's food stock has been less than half a month, and once there is no new food source, they will soon face the crisis of running out of food.
When the time comes, the zombies don't come, and they themselves starve to death first.
That's why Hua Jun chose to believe the deal proposed by Liu Wen.
"By the way, Geng Jie, I'll give you a task to secretly send reliable people to collect gold and collect as much as possible. If this transaction is successful, we won't be able to hide it, and the old foxes of the Andu Chamber of Commerce will not let go of this opportunity. ā
"Yes, Captain!"
"We can no longer put our food sources in the hands of others, and we can only feel at ease if we are in control of our own products."
"Captain, I understand."
If Liu Wen heard these words here, he would definitely sigh with emotion.
It turns out that the Andu Survivor Base is not monolithic.
It is divided into two factions: the military and the chamber of commerce.
The military controls all the military forces of the Andu survivor base, but the chamber of commerce has a group of strong private soldiers and controls the food and supplies of the Andu survivor base.
The discord between the military and the Chamber of Commerce is not a secret in the Andu survivor base, and anyone who has been pulled in for a few days on the street can ask about it.
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After returning to the Yellow Plane.
Liu Wen's mobile phone came with a few text messages.
It's all a reminder that someone is calling, please call back when you are free.
But there was a phone number in it that Liu Wen didn't know.
At this moment, the phone rang again, and it was still the same unknown phone number.
"Hey!"
"Liu Wen, it's really not easy to find you!"
The bold voice sounded familiar, but Liu Wen couldn't remember who it was for a while.
"You are?"
"Stinky boy, it's out, I can't even remember! I'm Xu Hao. ā
"Xu Hao? It's you! ā
Xu Hao, Liu Wen's hair is small, the two grew up together, but they didn't have much contact after they went to high school.
"It's me, I can't even recognize me, and I'm going to invite me to dinner to make up for it!" Xu Hao said jokingly on the other side of the phone.
"No problem, restaurants all over the city, you can choose whatever you want to eat!"
Liu Wen was also very happy to contact his former friends.
"With such a big mouth, where have you made a fortune lately?"
"It's just making a little money." Liu Wen said with a smile.
"Then I'm not welcome, I'm going to slaughter you well. I'm going to you on a business trip in a few days, and I'll get back in touch then! ā
After a few more words, the two hung up.
When he got home, the first thing Liu Wen did was to take a shower, otherwise the fishy smell on his body was really unbearable.
In the post-apocalyptic plane, there is this fishy smell everywhere, and it doesn't matter.
But as soon as I came back, the smell spread in the air, and it was almost ......
After taking a bath, Liu Wen sat on a chair and began to re-plan his money-making plan for the end times......
(To be continued)