Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Night came,

Oil City.

Trading market,

A group of new people have arrived in the past two days. These newcomers have a special feature, that is, their skin is very white, so white that it is creepy.

Moreover, their eye sockets were sunken and they were extremely skinny.

The temperament they exude is somewhat arrogant, yet somewhat gloomy.

These people are out of tune with ordinary survivors, as if they have never experienced the end of the world, and they don't understand many of the commonly accepted rules of the end of the world.

The residential area in the eastern part of the trading market.

Building 29, room , second floor.

A middle-aged man took out the sweet potato cakes he had exchanged at the trading market from the package, cut them into four pieces, and handed them to the people around him.

One of the boys took the sweet potato cake, stuffed it into his mouth and gobbled it up.

After the other girl took the sweet potato cake, she ate it in small bites, which was completely different from the boy's wolfing down of the food.

"Hey"

The middle-aged man looked at his two children and felt extremely guilty.

"Old Song, I'm not hungry. You can give them the food." The middle-aged woman shook her head and said.

At the same time, he cut the sweet potato cake, which was only the size of two fingers, into two halves and handed them to his two children.

"Mom, you eat it yourself. If you don't, your body won't be able to handle it." The girl pushed it back.

The boy finished the limited amount of sweet potato cake in no time. He wiped the crumbs from the corner of his mouth, put his fingers into his mouth, and looked at the sweet potato cake in his mother's hand greedily.

Seeing this, the woman handed the sweet potato cake to her son.

"Yile, you eat, mom is not hungry."

The young man swallowed his saliva. At his age, he was still growing up. A small piece of sweet potato cake the size of two fingers could not fill his stomach at all. It could only be said to fill his stomach.

"No, you eat it." The young man suppressed his hunger and refused.

Ugh.
When the middle-aged man saw this scene, he hesitated for a few seconds, then took out another piece of sweet potato cake from the package, divided it into two, and gave one to the girl and one to the boy.

They were both teenagers and had a huge need for food.

Seeing the three people looking at him in surprise, the middle-aged man said:

"Eat, we can always find a way to get food."

The middle-aged woman looked sad and complained angrily:
"This trading market is too ruthless. We only exchanged our gold for ten kilograms of sweet potato cakes, a thick gold necklace, and my gold earrings and gold ring."

In the official store of the trading market, gold can be directly exchanged for food.

One pound of gold can be exchanged for five pounds of grain.

They brought a total of two kilograms of gold, which they exchanged for ten kilograms of sweet potato cakes.

They were lucky to have come at a good time, as the exchange of gold for food had not been offered in the trading market before.

And, they also have gold.

Some of the people who came out of the Lanxi County bunker brought with them some jewelry, diamonds and other things, which are completely useless here.

The middle-aged man stuffed the newly taken out sweet potato cakes into the hands of his son and daughter.

"I'll try to find a way tomorrow. If that doesn't work, I'll just go to the construction site and do hard labor."

The woman frowned, "But you can't handle hard labor at all. You can't hold on. And I heard that hard labor has its own requirements."

"It's okay, let's try tomorrow. We still have some food. If we save it, we can last another week." The man said in a gentle voice.

Just at this moment, there was a noise coming from the next room.

"You bastard, how dare you steal other people's food in this place!"

"What's wrong with eating some of your food? I'll return it to you tenfold when I have more."

"Alpaca, are you just making big promises for me? Take out your package and let me see if there's anything that can make up for my loss, or I'll send the patrol over!"

"Haha, I'll eat two of your tacos and I won't be afraid if the patrol comes over."

"Okay, you said so!"

Song Tianyi frowned and said to his wife and children:

"I'll go over and take a look. Don't go anywhere here."

"Okay, go ahead." The wife didn't stop him.

When Song Tianyi walked over, he happened to see a shirtless man walking outside and almost bumped into him.

The shirtless man looked up and saw Song Tianyi, looked him up and down, and snorted coldly.

These vampire-like bastards are so ignorant.

Song Tianyi was a little confused when he was stared at by this person for no apparent reason.

Into the next room.

He saw that there were seven or eight people living in the room, half of whom came from the bunker.

Among them was a thirty-year-old man with corn residue at the corners of his mouth. He looked at the other survivors in the same room with disdain.

"What's going on?" Song Tianyi walked in and asked.

The thirty-year-old man glanced at Song Tian, ​​curled his lips and did not answer.

Seeing the other survivors around him looking at him, he cursed, "What are you looking at!"

In his eyes, these are people living at the bottom of society. Whether before or during the apocalypse, he has always thought highly of himself.

When the apocalypse broke out, he followed his parents into the bunker.

He spent the six years from the age of 24 to 30 in the bunker.

Later, his parents died in a previous typhoon storm. When the typhoon storm came, the two went out to clear the exhaust pipe. Finally, the pipe was cleared, but the two never came back.

The man never went out to look for his parents. He waited until the typhoon storm was over before he opened the door and saw the skeletons of his parents at the door.

A man who also came out of the bunker saw Song Tianyi coming, so he told him what had just happened.

"Just now Zhou Chuan stole someone's food and started a fight. We tried to persuade him but he didn't listen, so we couldn't do anything."

The other woman nodded and said:

"Yes, I heard that the regulations here are strict. Isn't Zhou Chuan seeking death by doing this? It doesn't matter if he dies, but don't let him implicate us. We have come here with great difficulty."

Zhou Chuan said nonchalantly:
"Don't worry, everyone is responsible for their own actions. I won't implicate you. I don't believe that stealing a tortilla can really do anything to me!"

Song Tianyi frowned even more tightly. This group of people came out of the bunker in Fujian Province to make a living. They heard about the trading market on the way and went through untold hardships to get here.

If Zhou Chuan's action caused displeasure among the managers of the trading market, they might even be kicked out.

After all, they all came out of the bunker and are considered part of the same team.

After Song Tianyi knew what happened here, he became anxious and angry. He pointed at Zhou Chuan's nose and wanted to say something harsh, but then he thought better of it.

This Zhou Chuan is a hopeless case. There is no point in scolding him.

After thinking about it, he hurried to room 7 to look for someone.

Although the bunkers they had originally belonged to were divided into family units, they also set up a mutual aid organization, and they would occasionally do things together over the years.

For example, during the previous typhoon disaster, a nuclear power plant leak occurred, which gave rise to a large number of nuclear radiation zombies gathering around their bunker, making it impossible for them to even get out of the door. Moreover, the nuclear radiation zombies had been surrounding the bunker, which also had an impact on their bodies.

The leader of this organization, Lin Zhongzheng, organized the people in the bunker, led the nuclear radiation zombies to the west, and blew up the road surface so that these nuclear radiation zombies could not come back.

Song Tianyi hurried to room number seven.

At first glance, I saw Lin Zhongzheng sitting on the ground with his eyes closed and sleeping.

"Old Lin, something happened, wake up quickly." Song Tianyi shook Lin Zhongzheng's shoulders hard.

Lin Zhongzheng was shaken awake and spoke in a rather unfriendly tone.

"What's the matter?"

He has been worried to death these past two days. He thought that coming to the trading market would provide him with a way out, but he didn't expect that this place is so damn realistic. There is no relief station and no free rescue.

If they wanted food, they could only exchange it with valuable things, or do hard labor, or go out to find a way out. They had exchanged everything they brought with them in the past two days before they were able to get some food.

I finally fell asleep today, but was woken up after just a few minutes. I was in a terrible mood. If the person who woke me up hadn't been Song Tianyi, I guess his tone would have been even worse.

"Zhou Chuan stole someone's food, and the person whose food was stolen ran out to call the patrol team!"

"What!" Lin Zhongzheng's expression suddenly changed when he heard this.

When they entered the trading market, they saw the rules and regulations posted there. One of the rules was that it was forbidden to rob other people's supplies, which included food.

Violators will be killed!

In fact, there are only five regulations, but each one is followed by one word: kill!

It truly is a case of treating the end of the world as a severe punishment, which is displayed vividly.

"This grandson is causing trouble for us again. Damn it, if his father hadn't had a good relationship with me when he was alive, I would have kicked him out of the team long ago."

Lin Zhongzheng cursed as he got up. "Stop that man and find a way to compensate him with some food. Don't let him find the patrol team. I heard from a survivor who has stayed here for a long time today that anyone who violates the regulations here will be killed. It's very strict!"

Just at this time.
Jingle Bell--

The alarm suddenly sounded.

When Lin Zhengzhong heard the alarm, he thought to himself: It's over!
The alarm sounded, and everyone in Building 29 was alarmed.

It can even be said that everyone in the entire East District residential area has taken notice.

Some people even ran out of their rooms to see which building the alarm came from and looked over there curiously.

"Oh, someone is causing trouble again. It's going to be lively now."

"Hahahaha, when the alarm sounds, someone will die. This rule has not changed until now. Someone is going to die again."

"It's so noisy, not sleeping in the middle of the night, making trouble"

"Old Ding, there's something going on. Do you want to go?"

"No, it's too annoying. I have to go to work tomorrow morning. It's too annoying."

Although the trading market has not been established for a long time, the order in the trading market is extremely stable since the regulations were set and strictly enforced by Uncle San.

The survivors inside were all very honest, and there were very few fights or thefts.

Because of these violations of regulations, before the end of the world, you might have been sent to jail, but in the trading market, no matter what the reason for violating the regulations, as long as you take action, or as long as you fight back, both parties will die.

Without exception.

This resulted in many of the people who were beaten not fighting back at all. Instead, they would take the opportunity to run out and ring the alarm to call the patrol team over.

There is an alarm installed on the first floor of every building.

The execution was also very simple for the patrol team. They would investigate, question onlookers, understand the situation, kill someone, and that was it.

Since there are always a lot of onlookers every time the alarm is sounded, there are basically people who witness what is happening.

Just ask and you'll quickly find out what happened.

Several people on the first floor of Building 29 watched the shirtless man ring the alarm bell.

One of them knew the shirtless man and asked:
"Gambler, what are you doing? Who are you fighting with?"

"Bullshit! Someone stole my food. He was a little bastard. I let him take it! I didn't resist or put up a fight the whole time! If you dare to steal my things, I will have to get the patrol team over here today!"

The man standing at the door teased, "Gambler is so cruel! Once the patrol comes, that man will probably die!"

The shirtless man, who was called a gambler, had a cold expression on his face.

"How cruel! I worked so hard every day to tie steel bars and build the buildings, but someone robbed me of the food I earned. Can't I report it? You're just talking nonsense."

"That makes sense." A man who had also heard the alarm and came out to watch the excitement, puffed out two puffs of smoke from a corn-silk cigarette with a calm expression. "That's how it should be. If such cruel regulations were enacted before the end of the world, no one would drive drunk and kill people, and there would be no village tyrants bullying people. If you violate the regulations, you deserve to die!"

The gambler snorted after hearing his words. "You're talking nonsense, old smoker. If you smoke instead of eating, you'll starve to death sooner or later."

Second floor. Room 4.

There was an old man among the survivors who lived in the same room with Zhou Chuan and entered the bunker earlier than those in it.

At this time, he looked at Zhou Chuan who had a fearless face, and then looked at Lin Zhongzheng and Song Tianyi who had just arrived here.

He said sarcastically:

"Newcomers, do you know who is the person you should not offend in the trading market?"

Song Tianyi and Lin Zhengzhong were discussing how to solve this matter.

Hearing what the old man said, Song Tianyi's eyebrows jumped, glanced at him and asked, "What?"

The old man is thin, but he is still in good spirits.

“The management here!”

"If you violate the regulations, you will offend the management here. The law enforcement here is very efficient. I advise you to try to avoid this guy, otherwise hehe."

The old man sneered and glanced at Zhou Chuan indifferently.

He had long been fed up with this Zhou Chuan. This Zhou Chuan had the air of a dandy young man from before the end of the world. On his first day here, he was already complaining about the poor environment and sanitation here.

He said that he used to live alone in a bunker of several hundred square meters, which had everything, but here, in a room of ten square meters, there were seven or eight people living there.

I also dislike the smell of people around me.

I think these people are all peasants. They have nothing but look down on others.

The old man used to see a lot of people like this, but he has seen fewer of them in the past three years.

He couldn't understand how such a person could survive until now.

Those who were able to survive should have been taught a lesson by the apocalypse long ago.

What a wonderful flower.

Hearing Lao Pao's sneer and reminder, Song Tianyi knew that although he was somewhat gloating, he was indeed giving a reminder.

So he winked at Lin Zhongzheng.

After seeing his eyes, Lin Zhengzhong hesitated for a few seconds.

"What nonsense are you talking about, old man!"

Zhou Chuan glared at the old man sitting opposite him, then said to Lin Zhongzheng:
"Uncle Lin, I was really hungry. It would have been fine if that person just ate, but he also showed off in front of me. I was so angry that I snatched the food away. If there was anything wrong, it's the person's fault for showing off in front of me!"

Lin Zhengzhong's face was full of black lines, "Didn't I give you a tortilla this afternoon?"

"It's just a little bit. I finished it in two or three bites. You're still hungry? It's your fault for not giving me more food." Zhou Chuan looked aggrieved, with a hint of complaint in his eyes.

He had hardly ever been hungry during those years in the apocalypse.

Because after his parents died, the food for three people was given to him.

But even so, he didn't last longer than others.

Zhou Chuan's father used to be a very good friend of Lin Zhongzheng, both a teacher and a friend.

But the son born was so rotten.

Along the way, if it weren't for Lin Zhengzhong's care, Zhou Chuan might not have been able to reach the trading market.

But along the way, Lin Zhengzhong had cleaned up his mess countless times, and his patience had already reached its critical point.

Hearing that his grandson was actually complaining to him, Lin Zhengzhong completely gave up the idea of ​​saving him.

No matter how much you do, this grandson will never remember your kindness.

What's more, this is on someone else's territory. Even if you want to save it, you may not be able to do so, and it may even bring disaster upon yourself.

Lin Zhengzhong clenched his cheeks, holding back his anger, and walked out of the room to the corridor on the second floor.

The corridor outside Room 4 was already crowded with people, all looking over here curiously.

"What should we do?" Song Tianyi asked.

Lin Zhengzhong gritted his teeth and replied: "Since he is seeking death, let him die. Let's sever our ties and say that he is not in the same group with us."

Song Tianyi thought about it, and finally nodded and said, "Okay!"

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