Chapter 37: The Great Pit
Night was slowly approaching, and the last of the sun's struggles reflected the entire Fortuna Street, and the dirt road on the ground was even more mottled, and it seemed to be stained with blood in the sunset.
A faint street lamp slowly lit up, and the explorers and mercenaries outside returned to the gathering place like swifts.
Popularity slowly began to rise.
At the intersection of Fortuna Street, three explorers slowly wander around Fortuna Street with each other's shoulders, aiming at the shop pù rental registration office at the end of the street.
The ground on the ground seemed to see the blood lurking in the dirt, and there seemed to be a smell of blood slowly emanating from the night.
Gradually, the shops slowly lit up, and a few shops that had not yet opened during the day slowly opened their doors, and the scattered variety of goods attracted the eyes of the survivors who occasionally passed by. But they always grit their teeth and move on.
At the door of the rental registration office, the three shoulder-to-shoulder explorers looked at the sign on the top of the room, then turned back and carefully looked at the small shop that was about to belong to them.
It was a small shop, pù, the cheapest and smallest in the whole Fortuna street, and the location was also in the middle of many shops that no one rented.
But they are still happy, ordinary wooden houses, simple structures, worse than the pre-apocalyptic container houses.
However, in the coming month, that will be their property.
"Satsuki! Shop No. 147 for a month, I went through the formalities. The three explorers happily pushed open the door of the store's rental registry, unable to hide their excitement.
After a week of exploring, they finally found an overturned truck on the grassland, which contained a dozen boxes of instant noodles and all these various snacks.
All the riches added up are astronomical in these last days.
Because there is a lot of salt in those junk foods before the end of the world, although eating too much is not good for the body, it can replace salt in the last days.
They need to sell their goods, and if they sell them all, they will become one of the wealthy people in the agglomeration, and they will be qualified to do business, to squeeze the ordinary survivors, and finally to live in the coveted sanctuary of the refugee quarters.
There, law and order are completely protected by the 21st Division, and the most precious security in the last days can be found inside.
"Congratulations, from now on, as long as the gathering place of Hansui City is stored, the No. 1 store pù will always be owned by you, and its building will become your property. We hope you have a prosperous future business. The charming Xiaoyue happily handed over the bronze medal in her hand to Zheng Yifan, and recorded Sun Jiang's name in the record book, and took a photo of Sun Jiang for keeping.
This will be proof of ownership of the property.
The three people outside the door opened the shop pù rental registration office and were immediately stunned, the originally spacious store pù rental registration office turned out to be very narrow, there were bags of rice piled up around it, all of them were new rice, you can see through the translucent bag, although the rice grains inside are not the fullest, but there is no crispy, messy feeling.
"Satsuki! No. 1 shop pù you actually fooled out! You didn't explain the situation to these buddies, don't look at the No. 1 store pù is a building, it's a pit, a pit with no guarantees! The strong man with a look on his face stepped forward and glared at Xiao Yue.
"This big brother, is that No. 1 store pù a tofu scum project? Or is it haunted? Zheng Yifan asked.
Looking at the man in front of him, Zheng Yifan remembered his classmates in the same department as him in college, that was a complete Northeast man, a straight intestine, and often offended people when he spoke, but everyone liked to make friends with him.
Because he will never be superficially amiable and give you a knife in the back.
"This brother, on Fortuna Street, from No. 2 to No. 475, is all the property protected by the 21st Division. And the No. 1 shop, which is not considered the wealth of the God of Wealth Street, was originally a place for the elite mercenary group, but since the elite mercenary group was wiped out, it has become an ownerless property. ”
"Now, the 21st Division just wants to give up bad assets. The shops on Fortuna Street are not worth anything at all. And according to the agreement, it is not protected by the 21st Division, and everyone can go in and rob you. No reason is needed. The strong man smiled and took out his pocket from his pocket, counted 50 coins and handed them to Satsuki.
"I advise you to choose one of the other shops." The strong man paid the money, got the certificate very familiar, and left the rental registration office happily.
"Huh! Interesting, I want to see who dares to rob me of Zheng Yifan's things. Zheng Yifan smiled faintly and waved his hand: "Let's go, look at our industry, and strive to open within three days, just lack the means of Liwei, see who hits the muzzle." ”
For a while, the domineering side leaked, recovering the decisive Zheng Yifan, the Zheng Yifan who slaughtered more than 10,000 zombies.
"Hey, sir, there's a gift as well." Satsuki struck a charming pose and said softly.
"Brothers, which of you would like a gift? I've given it to you. Zheng Yifan laughed.
"Captain, forget it, I'm not interested." Several other ruffians laughed and cursed as they walked out of the rental registration office.
"Miss, this opportunity is for the buddy who rented the shop just now." Laughing out loud, he walked back to Fortuna Street.
"Soul light!" The aftermath lingers.
The others behind him hurried to push the tricycle towards the No. 1 shop.
They can have their goods inside.
On the streets, you can already see the figures, dragging their tired bodies, and they have to go in and take a look at every open shop pù to see if there are any special items inside, and if there is a new shop pù, it will attract many people to buy it.
Because the newly opened shops on Fortuna Street all indicate that the entire mercenary group or individuals have obtained a large amount of materials and need to be sold.
Often, there are goods that are sold at a lower price than the market price.
In this way, Zheng Yifan's team is even more eye-catching, now the sky is not completely dark, and it is still under the jurisdiction of the 21st Division, and several patrolling soldiers follow Zheng Yifan's team closely on Caishen Street, for fear that something will happen.
Of course, it's also possible that they're ready to get a little cheaper.
Soon, everyone saw Zheng Yifan's team walking towards the No. 1 store. After all, the building didn't even have a gate, it was ventilated on all sides, and it was impossible to do business at all, and there were not even homeless people in it, because it was not protected there, while the interior of the other wooden houses was protected by the 21st Division.
In front of Building 1 is the 21st Division's Fortuna Street Management Regulations.
One of the most troublesome things for Zheng Yifan is the special marking, No. 1 store pù is not under the management of Caishen Street, there is no tax, and there is no guarantee of safety.
It's exactly the same as a piece of three regardless of the boundary. The people in the streets and alleys looked at Zheng Yifan and them from a distance, and when they entered the No. 1 store, everyone was boiling.
The survivors who dared to face the zombies in the battle were not bad, they took out their weapons and waited for night to fall, waiting for the night to begin.
Because when night falls, when the night drum is beaten, the refugee area outside will be in a completely unmanaged state, only the inside of the wooden house will be protected by the 21st Division, the cowardly will hide in the room, the strong people will come out and plunder each other, the shops are mainly open during this time, and ordinary people who want to buy food can exchange currency for the worst grain during the day.
At night, on the streets, the law of the jungle eats the strong, and some of the cheap goods dumped by the 21st Division will all be transported to the slums on military vehicles, and those things are cheap, making them crazy, and making the people in the slums rush to buy them, but accompanied by blood, if you want to buy something, you have to risk your life.
This is the rule of weeding out the cowardly, so that the number of those who are not fit to live will gradually decrease, leaving only those who are brave and ruthless.
"They're crazy!" Zheng Yifan sat on the ground, looking at the hundreds of people surrounding the door, his eyes were blood-red.
"Yes, this is to rob us, I believe it will start to enter an unmanaged state soon." Sun Jiang came to Zheng Yifan's side, mixed a cigarette and smoked it slowly, while the other soldiers slowly cleaned the ground and checked the quality of the house.
Starting tomorrow, they will recruit pre-apocalyptic craftsmen to help repair the house, and all the materials will be handled by Zheng Yifan.
They don't care how they come here, as long as they can be renovated and used.
"Captain, to be honest, I'm really a little excited in my heart, I haven't fought with people for a long time, I've been dealing with zombies, I'm really afraid that I'll be mentally ill after a long time." Li Ning looked at the person in front of him excitedly.
They are not people who want to gather in the place, they can slaughter at will when night falls, and they will not blame them for killing Zheng Yifan all.
And today's purpose is to establish power, only enough blood can establish a strong impression, and there will be fewer people who make trouble in the future.
"Brother! Brother, you really want to open a store here! The thugs from several nearby streets have gathered, and it is said that there are still a few mercenary groups that have hit your mind, so you must be careful. The man wanted to come up to help, but was pulled back by a few friends.
"Brother! Report my name to Hu Han, and if you know me, you will also give some face. Hu Han struggled hard, but after all, he couldn't break free from the restraints of his companions, and was soon pulled into the crowd.
"Whew!" There were more and more people at the door, all of them were heads, and everyone had weapons in their hands.
Zheng Yifan was still sitting on the ground, half-lying on the wheel of the tricycle, a little smoke hanging above his head.
The other warriors slowly moved their muscles and bones, ready to strike at any moment.
Today, there is no need for Zheng Yifan to make a move, it is the result of their training these days, and it is also the time to show themselves in front of Zheng Yifan.
Everyone was very close to the military merits of the huàn essence, and they also wanted to join Zheng Yifan's guard camp.