Chapter 1289. The trading market is crowded with people! (4800 words)

Oil City.

Trading bazaar.

In the urn city.

Zhou Tian looked at the three cars leaving, frowned and turned to look at Hong Shixiong and others who had just entered.

Although the attitude of Boss Meng and his gang just now did make me unhappy, the three people who just came in were obviously trying to avoid being chased.

You must ask clearly about this matter, at least be aware of it.

So Zhou Tian said a few words to the combatants next to him, and then walked towards Liu Jinglue.

I briefly talked to Liu Jinglue about what happened between Boss Meng and the three people who just came in at the gate.

"Team Leader Liu, when you interrogate those people later, you can ask more clearly." Zhou Tian finally said to Liu Jinglue.

Liu Jinglue looked at Hong Shixiong and others who were undergoing careful inspection, nodded and said:

"Okay, I get it."

The other side.

Hong Shixiong and others were undergoing inspection, turning their heads from time to time to look in the direction of the gate of the trading market.

"Hand over your weapons. You are not allowed to bring any weapons into the trading market." An inspector said to Hong Shixiong and the other three.

Hong Shixiong and the three looked at each other and each handed over weapons such as daggers from their bodies.

They had no firearms, and the only small pistol was in the hands of Boss Meng.

Although I didn't see Mr. Meng firing a gun very often, a pistol that doesn't fire can also be a deterrent.

After accepting the inspection honestly, I watched the inspectors search the car body with a feeling of trepidation.

They were worried that people in the trading market would take advantage of them and swallow up their entire cart of supplies.

Unexpectedly.

The inspectors just checked and found no dangerous items, so they returned the car to them along with the grain on the bed.

Such a load of grain did not cause any disturbance in the eyes of these inspectors, and it seemed to be nothing special.

call--

Hong Shixiong and the other two men breathed a sigh of relief after regaining their vehicles and food.

He is indeed a powerful force, but he doesn't look down on such a small thing like himself.

When they were chased here by Boss Meng just now, they even thought that the worst outcome would be to give up half of the food in exchange for the protection of the trading market.

"Go and register the information." After the interrogation, an inspector said to Hong Shixiong.

As he said that, he pointed to where Liu Jinglue was.

Hong Shixiong nodded quickly and said, "Okay, thank you, brother."

When I walked to Liu Jinglue's table, there were two fully armed combatants with guns in their hands standing on both sides of Liu Jinglue, guarding Liu Jinglue on both sides.

Liu Jinglue raised his head, looked at Hong Shixiong who was walking in the front and asked:

"Where did it come from?"

Hong Shixiong quickly replied:

"Suishi Huangjin District Electronics Factory."

Liu Jinglue continued to ask:

"What happened to those people who were chasing you just now?"

When he asked, he stared directly into Hong Shixiong's eyes, as if waiting for Hong Shixiong's answer to tell whether he was lying.

Hong Shixiong hesitated for a moment, then bit and said:

"A few of us followed Boss Meng before, but we wanted to enter the trading bazaar to take refuge, but he was unwilling. Moreover, he has recently been brainwashed by believers."

"So, we drove to the trading market. Can you protect us?"

After Liu Jinglue roughly understood the cause, he said calmly:

"We will not interfere in the grudges between you."

"Anyone can enter the trading market. If they want to come in to escape from thunderstorms or trade items, they can."

After hearing Liu Jinglue's words, Hong Shixiong immediately said anxiously:

"If we give you food, can you protect us?"

In his opinion, if Boss Meng and the others could come in, they would definitely cause trouble for him.

When the time comes, I will pull myself out.

Liu Jinglue heard this and said with some disdain:

"no!"

Hearing that Liu Jinglue rejected him without hesitation, Hong Shixiong and the others suddenly felt cold.

"but."

Liu Jinglue changed the subject.

"We never interfere in the grievances between survivors in the trading market."

"However, anyone who enters the trading market must abide by the rules here."

"1. You must hand in your weapons when entering the city."

"2. No fights or fights are allowed in the trading market. Even if there is a grudge, you all go out and resolve it. But whoever dares to cause friction in the trading market will be killed!"

"3. Theft and robbery are not allowed in the trading market. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed!"

"4. No forced buying or selling is allowed in the trading market. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed!"

Liu Jinglue said the word "kill" several times in a row.

But in the ears of Hong Shixiong and others, it was like hearing the sounds of nature.

Is there such a good thing? ? ?

After all, there are only three of them, and they have to guard a cart of food, just like a child holding ten pounds of gold in his hand.

But such strict regulations seemed to be tailor-made for them.

Just imagine, they have food now and don’t have to worry about food.

After entering the trading market, even if Boss Meng and the others came in, they would not be able to take action against themselves unless they wanted to face these combatants with live ammunition.

"Great!" Hong Shixiong couldn't help but exclaimed.

Liu Jinglue asked them about their names, ages, jobs before the end of the world, specialties, etc.

After all the information was tallied into the Excel spreadsheet on the computer, he took out a piece of paper from the desktop and handed it over.

"These are the management regulations and rules of the Oil City Trading Market. Please read them carefully and don't violate them."

"In addition, you can trade in the trading market now. There are already three survivor teams coming in. You can trade with each other or with our trading market."

Hong Shixiong heard that there was such a benefit.

I always feel a little uncomfortable.

After all, this trading market can provide yourself with a safe environment to avoid thunderstorms and natural disasters.

It also allows them to trade freely.

What's more important is that he has offended someone. According to the current rules, as long as he hides in, there will definitely be nothing that Boss Meng and the others can do against him.

In disguise, it provides personal safety protection for people like myself. Under this kind of protection, the trading market does not gain any benefits.

He's not used to it.

So he asked: "Brother, do we have city entry fees or anything like that?"

"Or is there protection money or something like that?"

He always felt that he had gained a lot without having to pay, which was beyond his knowledge.

At this time, several more transport trucks drove in outside.

Liu Jinglue said quickly:

"Now is a welfare period, and those of you who are the first to enter are exempted from city fees."

"In the future, entry fees will be waived when entering the city, but a certain transaction commission will be charged."

"In addition, if you want to stay in the trading market for a long time in the future, you will be charged a certain basic fee."

"Hurry in, I'm still busy, you should read the detailed rules for entering the city, they are all there."

After saying that, he waved Hong Shixiong and the others away like a fly.

Hong Shixiong and others drove the vehicle slowly towards the gate entering the trading market.

The door opens.

His eyes lit up.

The first impression they got inside was that it was big.

Big!

It was much bigger than they imagined.

What comes into view are thousands of construction workers, who are constructing in an orderly manner.

Changsheng saw Hong Shixiong and others coming in and stopped them.

"Are you the survivors who just came in?"

"Yes, yes!" Hong Shixiong nodded quickly and said.

Changsheng pointed to the southwest corner and said, "You guys go over there for the time being. It's still under construction here and it's a bit messy. Don't run around."

"Thank you, brother."

"Here comes a newcomer, let's go over and take a look." Feng Jinrong pushed Xie Dongming.

Xie Dongming nodded when he heard this and said:

"Anyway, there's nothing to do here in the trading market. Why don't we join in the construction project? I heard that there are also food distributions. Although not as much as they do, at least we can."

"I'll talk to you about other things, and you talk to me about this." Feng Jinrong glanced at him.

He continued: "Okay, let's try it tomorrow."

Crunch——

A car stopped in front of them.

Hong Shixiong got out of the car and saw the people in front of the car looking at the three of them.

So he rubbed his hands and asked quickly: "Brothers, someone just asked us to come over here. I don't know who it is."

Feng Jinrong smiled and said:

"Hey, we are also survivors who came in from the outside, so we don't have to be so polite."

"No one is living in the bungalows here for the time being. You can choose a place to stay by yourself."

After speaking, he pointed to the row of bungalows opposite and said:

"You can't go there, there are already people living there."

"By the way, where did these brothers come from?"

I heard that the group of people on the other side were just like me, they were all survivors who came in from the outside.

Although his attitude was okay, Hong Shixiong was still a little wary.

"The city next door, how long have you been here?"

Feng Jinrong had a smile on his face and looked at the pickup truck behind them that was full of things.

"I just came here not long ago, just two days ago."

"What do you call your brother?"

Hong Shixiong carefully saw Feng Jinrong looking at the car behind him just now, even though the regulations established here did not allow robbery.

But he was still a little uneasy.

"My surname is Hong, bro, where are you?"

"Feng Jinrong."

Xie Dongming saw Hong Shixiong looking at him.

He replied calmly: "Xie Dongming."

He doesn't like socializing very much, especially this kind of socializing that doesn't mean much to him.

"Brother Hong, you just came in. If we come in earlier, we can understand it better than you. Let me introduce this place to you. Hahaha."

Feng Jinrong's hearty laughter easily makes people think that he is a sweet-tempered person.

But in the last few years, Hong Shixiong has encountered many smiling tigers.

Some people smile right in front of you and sell you out as soon as you turn around.

With a roll of his eyes, Hong Shixiong also laughed loudly and said, "Okay, Brother Feng, Brother Xie."

Outside the trading market.

Boss Meng and other people drove their vehicles and returned home in embarrassment.

When he ran out this time, not only did he not catch up with Hong Shixiong, but he was also beaten violently by the guard at the gate of the trading market.

He thought of Zhou Tian's contemptuous eyes and tone just now, which really annoyed him.

He, Meng Tian, ​​had never felt this kind of aggrieved.

In that situation, he could only take a step back.

But.

Take a step back, the more you think about it, the more angry you become!

Boss Meng hammered the seat heavily with his hand.

The subordinate sitting in the driving position was thinking about pleasing the boss while driving.

So he said, "Brother, we will get back our position sooner or later!"

"Don't be angry, things change over time, don't bully the poor youngsters."

Boss Meng glanced at him and cursed:

"Have you read too many novels?"

"Can we beat them? Fuck!"

"I admit defeat this time."

"Drive!"

The driver looked embarrassed, just wanting to comfort him, but he didn't expect to hit the muzzle of a gun.

I should have known that I shouldn't have said too much, and I was just asking for trouble.

Boss Meng remembered the scene of the dozen or so black muzzles pointing at him just now, and he was still scared.

Luckily, he held back and was able to bend and stretch.

Otherwise, he would be in big trouble.

Damn, those people in the oil city are really fucking perverted. It's been so many years since the end of the world, but they still maintain such a high combat effectiveness.

I don't know how they did it.

Time flows.

Three days later.

There are still six days before the thunderstorm disaster.

Northern Territory. Uncle San stood on the wall and looked at the affiliated forces of the Northern Territory in the outer city.

In the past few days, nearly ten forces have poured in one after another.

There are more than 3,000 people in the outer city of the Northern Territory.

Recently, only four forces have chosen to go south to Oil City.

There are also seven or eight affiliated forces that have not made any moves.

Old Xie stood next to Uncle San and asked:

"Minister, we will return to Oil City the day after tomorrow, but there are still a few forces that have not made any moves until now. Should we notify them again?"

Uncle San said coldly:

"No, don't worry about those who don't come. This is their own choice. Life or death has nothing to do with us."

"Besides, since they choose not to come, they either have their own confidence or still don't believe us. No matter which reason it is, we have no reason to notify them again."

Old Xie heard this and nodded with his lips pursed.

"I understand, Minister." Uncle San pointed to the affiliated members of the Northern Territory below.

"Have you explained everything you need to? Open the outer city wall to them later, and return their guns and weapons before they leave the day after tomorrow." Old Xie replied: "I've said it all. They are forbidden to enter the inner city. Their range of action is limited to the outer city and the outer city wall." "We also warned them that if we find someone entering the inner city when we return to the northern border, they will be killed!" Uncle San nodded and said: "Okay, you ask everyone to pack up their things, and we will wait for another day. If no one comes in after a day, we will lock the outer city gate!" The outer city wall is very high, a full fifty meters high. This is why Yuan Zhi and his team were able to hold on for so long. As long as they can make good use of the advantage of the high wall, it is not unlikely that they can survive this natural disaster. Uncle San looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky, imagining the scene in the thunderstorm disaster. His brows were furrowed. He thought a lot in his mind. The oil city must be overcrowded. Today, I heard Ju Tianrui report on the radio that the number of survivor teams pouring into Oil City has skyrocketed!

Only two small groups came in four or five days ago, with a total of only thirty or forty people.

Three days ago, four or five survivor teams came in, with a total of more than two hundred people.

Two days ago, three or four medium-sized survivor teams with hundreds of people and seven or eight small teams came in at once.

One day ago, as if they had accumulated for a long time, more than twenty survivor teams came in at once.

In just a few days, dozens of teams poured in, adding up to thousands of people.

And the four northern affiliated forces that went south also had more than a thousand people.

They were worried that no one would come.

Now it seems that there shouldn’t be too many people coming!!!

After calculation, including combatants, cooperative personnel, northern affiliated forces that went before and after, and personnel from the Southern Paradise who came to support, there are nearly twenty new survivor teams.

The total number of people in Oil City is more than 10,000.

Moreover, Tiger Lord of Southern Paradise will also arrive in Oil City with a large force tomorrow.

By that time, the total number of people in Oil City will exceed 20,000.

There are more people than the headquarters of the camphor tree base.

It can be expected that the closer it is to the arrival of the thunderstorm disaster, the more survivors will pour into the oil city.

Uncle San made a simple calculation.

If the thunderstorm disaster comes, the oil city behind.

Including Lao Yi who came from the north, plus Ju Tianrui and others who were originally in the oil city, and many non-staff and cooperative personnel, plus Lao Xie and others who will go there the day after tomorrow, the total number of people is only 3,000.

According to the exponential increase in the number of survivors in the trading market every day, it is very likely to exceed 30,000, 50,000, or even more.

I don’t know where these people came from.

It seems that this time the publicity is a bit exaggerated.

There are more people, which is good.

It is very beneficial for the development of the future trading market.

However, in this thunderstorm disaster, it will bring greater pressure to the oil city and the trading market.

There are pros and cons.

Uncle San hopes that more people can come, but he also hopes that not too many people will come.

Mixed joys and sorrows.

But as long as we can survive this thunderstorm disaster, this trading market will be a success!

(Seeking monthly tickets)

[Seeing that many people say that the progress is too slow, I will adjust the plot, speed up the pace, and try to write it more excitingly. I want to bring the apocalyptic atmosphere, despair, fear, natural disasters, zombies, and people to each other. Write out all the frictions.

It’s a bit difficult, but I’ll try my best!

Thank you guys for your continued support~

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