"Whew!"

In the middle of the plain, a gust of wind howled and black dots appeared, and these black dots were a convoy of sand and wind, which had obviously traveled a long way.

"It's finally here!"

In the passenger seat of a truck led by him, a young man looked at the city in the distance and showed excitement.

This convoy is a convoy under Ye Bai's command, and after a period of driving, he finally saw the settlement and couldn't help but get excited.

As the convoy approached the city, a figure appeared in front of them.

And after everyone on the road also saw the slogan of the convoy, they showed a look of surprise, "Hope caravan?"

"You've heard of this caravan?"

Looking at the caravan flashing in front of them, the mercenaries who had just returned showed stunned expressions.

"No, caravan, I remember that the caravan in the city doesn't have this caravan!"

Everyone shook their heads, obviously not having seen them.

"Stop, who are you?"

At the entrance to the city wall, the guards looked at the caravan in front of them and asked questions.

"Squeak!"

At this time, a middle-aged man fell on the leading truck, grinning: "I am a person who belongs to the hope caravan, coming from another city, and I hope to meet with the high-level of your city!"

"Another city!"

The middle-aged man's voice fell, and everyone immediately showed surprise, because they hadn't seen people from other cities for a long time, after all, the end of the world is coming, not to mention hundreds of miles away, even if it is dozens of miles away, they don't dare to go too far, after all, if one is not careful, there will be a danger of death, and it is very dangerous.

"Wait a minute!"

When the guard heard the words of the comer, he glanced at the convoy, looked at the bags of things in the carriage, and suddenly his pupils constricted, revealing a greedy look, but it was fleeting, and he didn't say anything, and turned around and left.

Ten minutes later, in the building of a conference room in the city, a middle-aged man walked into the conference room, looked at the people around him, and secretly said in his heart: "There are many managers here, I don't know which ones are the high-level ones?"

While thinking, he walked towards the center.

The entire conference room building is arranged in a circle, with middle-aged people standing in the center of the building, where there is something like a podium, and the city managers sit around the middle-aged people.

"Welcome, merchant from afar!" said an old man with white hair. He speaks in a neutral manner, and his spirit is very good, and he is obviously a person who has been in a high position for a long time.

"Hello, sir!"

Looking at the old man, the middle-aged man hurriedly said respectfully.

"Distant merchant, where are you from?"

The old man looked at the middle-aged man and continued to ask, his eyes full of surprise.

"I'm from a town near Yangcheng!"

The middle-aged man looked at the old man and said respectfully: "I am very happy to be able to live in a settlement this time!"

"The town near Yangcheng!"

As the middle-aged man's voice fell, the entire conference room whispered and discussed in a whisper.

"Alright, guys, we can't leave this guest out in the cold, after all, they've come from afar!" said the old man, seeing that the crowd had begun to whisper.

The old man's prestige was very high, and when his words fell, the people who had been whispering began to silence.

Seeing this scene, a trace of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he secretly said in his heart: "It seems that even if this old man is not the manager of the city, at least he is one of the real power figures!"

"I wonder what your caravan is carrying?"

Suddenly, one of them asked.

"Food, water, and fuel!"

Looking at the man, the middle-aged man hurriedly replied.

"Food!"

As the middle-aged man's words fell, it caused everyone to talk for a while, even if the old man stopped drinking again and again, he didn't let their discussion fall, after all, food is very important to them.

In the last days, nothing is more important than food.

Looking at the reactions of the people around him, the middle-aged man was not surprised, after all, there were so many people crowded in the entire city, and food was a problem.

At this time, one person spoke: "I don't know how much food your convoy carried?"

"Twenty tons!"

The middle-aged man looked at everyone's stunned expressions and continued, "In addition, our caravan also plans to set up a shop in this city to sell grain!"

The old man looked at the middle-aged man, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he secretly said in his heart: "This hope mercenary group actually has so much food! Impossible, in the last days, every city is short of food, not to mention selling food, and I don't believe that they only sell food in one of our cities, so if you say this, their food reserves are at least hundreds of tons!"

Looking at the middle-aged man who was still talking in the center, the old man couldn't help but shake his head, and didn't say anything, and even how much he said was not enough for food.

Half a day later.

In a factory in the city, bags of grain were carried down and put into the factory, and a person who managed the grain couldn't help but nod his head when he looked at the various grains in the factory, his eyes were full of fire, after all, it was the first time he saw the scene of the factory being filled with grain.

Looking at the middle-aged man, the man in the room in charge of the factory said, "Boss Black, please come with me!"

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, please take care of the grinding supervisor in the future!"

When the middle-aged man heard the supervisor's words, he hurriedly curryed favor, took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser belt and said, "I got this pack of cigarettes by accident!"

"Oh!"

The grinding supervisor looked at the cigarettes that were handed over, his eyes showed a fine color, he is also a smoker, but he doesn't often use the luxury of cigarettes, and now that he gets the fragrance, he suddenly feels ready to move, skillfully tear open the package, look at the brand of cigarettes, and say: "Sinochem cigarettes, what brand is this?"

"Taste it, I've only tried this cigarette once, and I instantly feel an endless aftertaste!" said the middle-aged man, with a look of reluctance in his eyes.

"Oh!"

Hearing Boss Hei's words, Director Mo showed a look of surprise, directly lit the cigarette with a lighter, and then took a deep breath, instantly felt the whole person relaxed, spewed out white smoke from his nose, and muttered: "Good smoke!

"This Sinochem cigarette is not simple!" said Director Mo with a look of surprise. At first, he thought it was just an ordinary scent, but he didn't expect it to be a pack of good cigarettes.

"Of course!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he said with a displeased face: "Director Mo is the one who manages the food of the entire city, can I give you a cigarette?"

"Good!

Seeing middle-aged people go up like this. Director Mo couldn't help but nod.