Lu Fuyan tried to drag the scroll bar to the left, and the content in the [Exit] column really changed from [Xu's Energy Level Classification Rules (Disabled)] to [Xu's Energy Level Classification Rules (Overview)].

continued to drag to the left, and the content of the transaction became [Phase Space Expansion Device] - Lu Fuyan guessed that it was probably the windproof glasses that Zhao Manyun had buckled on his head before.

"Wait a minute... Is this what it means to be able to bargain? ”

Lu someone's mind moved, and he simply dragged the scroll bar to the left to the end!

The name of the item in the [Export] column changed rapidly during this period, and was finally fixed as [Primary Military Product*1].

Although there are inherent risks in trading with evil gods, compared to the previous wasteland scientific research results that may cause huge waves, replacing them with military commodities that are already produced by the system has minimized the uncertainties.

However, the evil god is not two hundred and five...

In the face of such an outrageous offer, the "→" connecting the entrance and exit interface directly turned into a bright red "≠". This means that there was no consensus on the trade, and His Majesty the Great Evil God refused to accept shameless prostitution.

However, as long as there is room for negotiation, the originally desperate situation can be regarded as a turning point.

… Anyway, there was no other way to get out for a while, so Lu simply calmed down and continued to fight wits and courage with the scroll bar!

He first dragged it twice to confirm the approximate lower limit of foreign trade that could be formed.

Then, the range of values is continuously narrowed by means of two-sided clamping.

After seven or eight minutes of busy work, I finally found a balance in the position of [Primary Military Products*127]!

According to this condition, His Majesty the Evil God reluctantly agreed to Lu to conduct a "blind box lottery", and the international relations between the First Republic and the other party were also expected to improve through trade.

As for this result, Comrade Lao Lu, who was in a relatively disadvantaged position, was generally satisfied.

Even if the First Republic is really polluted by a certain evil god, Lu Fuyan's operation is basically equivalent to an empty glove white wolf.

- Transferring the things of evil god A to evil god B, and then receiving remuneration from B, isn't this the legendary middleman making the difference?

In this way, the first trade between humans and evil gods was finally finalized.

Lu Someone laughed twice in bitterness, and he should comfort himself...

And just when Lu Fuyan in phase space was anxiously waiting, not knowing when he would be "released from prison", the nightingale bar in the real world also ushered in a new batch of visitors.

Ironically, these 24k natural and pollution-free locals are more dangerous than the traversers who bear the power of evil gods.

…

As a small and medium-sized city-state where slavery was rampant, the supreme power of the Toutuoling Relay Station was vested in the Civic Council.

The current 16 members of the committee are not only well-known slave owners in the inner city, but also four of them have a monopoly on important urban basic industries, so they are additionally given the title of "magistrates".

If the rationality of the privatization of the means of production is acquiesced, then compared with the tens of thousands of slaves in the outer city, these four business families who control key resources are undoubtedly the foundation for the long-term prosperity of the Toutuoling relay station.

Even the contradiction about the distribution of labor that Lu Fuyan had in mind before was actually closely related to the business of several of them...

By this time the night was deep, and the four magistrates had rushed to the Nightingale's Bar at the appointed time, and as soon as they met, they began to chat.

"The people at customs reported that someone brought nutritional paste into the city during this time?"

"Don't worry, I have understood, it is the technical representative sent by Hisun Pharmaceutical - those employees of the company who have undergone semi-mechanized transformation are not very suitable for ordinary rations, and the nutritional paste brought this time is a special material, and ordinary people can't eat it."

A strong man in a black striped suit lit a cigarette and casually coped with the hooked nose question.

The two are the main leaders of the city's water supply and agriculture, so they have a very close relationship on a day-to-day basis, and there is no obstacle to talking about food supply.

"These big companies are always unruly – if everybody had privileges, we wouldn't do business."

"Of course I understand, but Hisun is not an ordinary company after all... As long as they promise not to get involved in the grain business in Toutuoling, there are some things that we should turn a blind eye to. ”

As a rigid product for survival in the wasteland, the food and agriculture industry protected by slavery has almost no need to consider labor costs, and the annual harvest profits are naturally considerable.

Therefore, even from the perspective of the overall interests of mankind, replacing crude rations such as rice and flour with more nutritious pastes can feed more people, in order to avoid risks and to avoid a decline in market demand, the food suppliers in Toutuoling have been resolutely resisting any deep-processed rations crowding out the local market.

As for ordinary food and raw materials, the Citizens' Committee has uniformly set market guidance prices to avoid price wars that would harm commercial revenues.

… In this case, it is categorically impossible for a traveler without a background to take the normal route to bring the paste into the city.

It's a pity that Dr. Rodney backed Hisun Pharmaceutical, crushing the two "magistrates" in terms of volume, and the limited amount of food carried by the other party did not seem to have the intention of large-scale dumping, and the customs side had to make it convenient.

"It's no longer the case. Did you hear that? Recently, the southwest and northwest have been engaged in the 'soil expansion movement'... Today, we sell well to these big companies, and we may be able to find multiple ways to retreat in the future. ”

"I don't care, anyway, it's the raw material industry, and it's the same for whoever you do."

Unlike the worried man in the suit, the tall and skinny guy who interjected was mainly in the steel, metallurgical and other materials business.

Due to the fact that his industry still retains a "high" degree of automation compared to his fellow wasteland peers, he has barely taken off the hat of a labor-intensive industry. Therefore, it would be best for Slender and Tall to have a supply of slaves at a low price, but if something happens to the market one day, he is confident that he will continue to operate.

It's just that although the truth is correct, the words fall on the ears of the other two magistrates.

"That's not the case, if the 'Self-Help Society' gang really comes, I'm afraid they won't give you a chance to change your ways. Eighty percent of them are holding back your life! ”

"Cut... Anyone has a price, as long as both parties agree, what can't be negotiated? ”

"That's a nice thing to say, I see that you were born to be a two-five boy!"

"Do you say that again?"

"What? I'm afraid you won't make it! ”

"Gan!"

Seeing that the three of them were not speculative, and it was about to turn into a violent conflict, the middle-aged man who was at the forefront had no intention of stopping it at all.

He pinched the handle of the cane and gently tapped the stone brick at his feet, and the chrome cane immediately collided with the stone slab with a "dodo" sound...

Compared with the noisy and bustling noise of the inner city, the dull "doo" sound was originally insignificant, but at this time, it has a little more power to end all disputes.

- This is not a miracle, but a projection of power.

It wasn't until the three of them completely put away their momentum and honestly stood behind the middle-aged man that Zhou Congrong, who controlled the energy lifeline of Toutuoling, finally spoke.

"If you want to quarrel, wait until the door is closed, and then quarrel, there is still business to do tonight."

"Yes, Mr. Zhou..."

The man in the suit and the hooked nose bowed their heads and confessed their mistakes.

And the thin and tall strip, who has a closer personal relationship with Zhou Congrong, took over the conversation.

"Mr. Zhou, is it for Yan Feng's woman to meet at Nightingale tonight? What is her opinion on the contraband inspection of customs? ”

"Heh, if it's just such a trivial matter, I don't have to invite everyone here."

Zhou Congrong lifted the corners of his mouth contemptuously.

His lips were extremely thin, and when he smiled, he looked like a poisonous snake spitting letters, which made people shudder.

"You don't know yet, do you? Yan Feng has recently lobbied members of the Citizens' Committee to become the fifth magistrate in Toutuoling. ”

“...”

As soon as the words fell, the expressions of everyone present were different.