Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

two days.

It took Wang Cheng and his team two full days to reach Xinyang, where the oil city is located.

As the sun sets, it signifies that another day is coming to an end.

They stopped in a small village about 20 kilometers away from the oil city.

"Old Gao, Old Hei, let's rest here for the night and head to the oil city first thing tomorrow morning," Wang Cheng said to Old Gao and the others.

Gao Tian stopped riding his tricycle.

He looked at the setting sun on the horizon, then at the small village in front of him.

He nodded and said:
"Okay, let's rest here tonight."

Wang Cheng looked at Lao Hei and said, "Lao Hei, let's go to the village together and scout things out first."

"Okay, let's go." Without saying a word, Lao Hei slung a homemade bow and arrow over his shoulder from the tricycle, and then took out a large machete.

After the two left, Gao Cheng and Gao Qing quickly helped push the tricycle into the woods to hide.

Although there are fewer survivors now than before, those who have survived are all ruthless individuals.

And they are all mutants.

Hiding is to avoid getting into trouble.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Lao Hei and Wang Cheng headed straight for the village.

The village has been overrun by vegetation; weeds grow on the rooftops and even on the cracked walls.

The village ground was also cracked, and there was trash covered in mud everywhere.

A scene of utter desolation.

Old Hei skillfully inspected the road surface along the main road. Having survived in the apocalypse for so many years, they had also accumulated a lot of survival experience. They could judge whether anyone had been to this village or town and how long ago they had been there based on the details of the road surface.

The village was small; it only took about ten minutes to scout out the main roads.

The two met in the center of the village.

Old Hei spoke first:

"I haven't found any trace of humans here. No one has been here for at least six months. What about your side?"

“It’s about the same on my end. I’ve also found a place that’s suitable for us to stay tonight,” Wang Cheng said with a smile.

"Oh?" Old Hei's eyes lit up. "Take me to see them. The houses I just saw are all in terrible condition. I'm afraid they'll collapse in the middle of the night if I were to live in them."

"walk."

After saying that, Wang Cheng led Lao Hei to a house on the edge of the village.

This house is not on the main road; in fact, it is quite remote. There is a dense forest less than 200 meters away from the house.

There is a pond in front of this house, a huge tree next to it, and even a wall.

Even after ten years, the former luxury of this house is still evident.

A typical country villa.

Marble flooring, columns constructed from high-strength concrete.

When Lao Hei saw the house, he couldn't help but gasp in amazement:
"Damn, the owner of this house must have been a tycoon before the apocalypse."

“There’s enough space in the village to build houses on nearly two acres of land, and this building looks very sturdy.”

Wang Cheng smiled mysteriously, "What I'm most satisfied with is that this house also has a basement and a wine cellar. We'll sleep in the basement tonight, so it's super safe."

"That's really nice." Old Hei walked into the villa, even though the ground was covered in mud and garbage, and the picture frames on the walls were moldy.

But the place is really big.

After checking the basement, Lao Hei came up and said, "We'll stay here tonight."

The two quickly returned and reunited with Gao Tian and the other two.

The four of them pushed their tricycles and arrived at the villa on the edge of the village before dark.

They left their tricycles in the first-floor storage room and took their backpacks into the underground wine cellar.

squeak-

Gao Tian closed the cellar door.

It was completely dark outside. The wine cellar had only one small window, through which the moonlight streamed in.

Although the wine cellar was dark, some things could still be vaguely seen by the moonlight.

Gao Tian was in a good mood and sat down with his back against the wall.

"This place is really nice. It's secluded, and the villa is hidden by those big trees next to it. If we hadn't taken the back path, we wouldn't have found this villa at all."

“There is a pond outside. I checked it, and it has running water. There is a small ditch that continuously brings water into the pond.”

"The house is sturdy, with relatively few cracks in the walls, and it's comfortable to live in."

"There's a forest not far away, so we can run away anytime if we encounter any problems."

"This place is suitable as our long-term base."

Old Hei slumped to the ground, nodded, and said:
"Moreover, this place is close to the oil city. If we can really get on the oil city's scavenger network, it will be much more convenient to exchange for crystal food in the future."

Wang Cheng frowned and said:
"Being close to Oil City has its advantages and disadvantages. Now that we know we can trade with scavengers, other mutants will definitely come. It's foreseeable that more and more mutants will gather around Oil City in the future."

"We might be discovered here later."

"There are only four of us, we can't compare to those groups of dozens of mutants."

After listening to his words, Gao Tian thought for a moment and said:

"Let's exchange some crystal food for now, and we'll see where we go next."

"If we can get in touch, our lives will be much easier from now on."

As he spoke, his brows furrowed suddenly, and a piercing pain shot through his chest.

His internal organs felt as if they had been cut open by a sharp knife.

He lay hunched over on the ground, looking like a shrimp.

"Old Gao, what's wrong?"

Old Hei quickly stepped forward, but was stopped by Wang Cheng, who said, "Don't touch him."

"It's probably pain caused by the mutation again."

Old Hei rummaged through his backpack, but after searching for a long time, he still couldn't find any crystal food.

"Stop turning it over, we finished it yesterday, there was only a little bit left," Wang Cheng said with a sigh after seeing his actions.

Old Hei looked at Gao Tian, ​​who was in extreme pain, but there was nothing he could do.

Gao Qing sat on the ground, looking at her father with a worried expression.

But she couldn't make a sound.

Ten minutes later.

With Gao Qing's help, Gao Tian sat up.

He was covered in sweat, took the water Gao Qing handed him, and took a small sip.

His tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed a little.

call--

He exhaled and said:
"Damn it, I feel like my mutation is spreading again. If this continues, I'm afraid it won't be long before I become a corpse ghost too."

As he spoke, he took off his short-sleeved shirt.

Under the moonlight, his entire chest and stomach were covered with twisted black lines.

These black lines spread all the way down to his neck.

There was even a black line that stretched from his chest all the way down to his face.

Gao Qing grabbed his arm nervously, pointed at it, and gestured.

Gao Tian said gently:
"Don't worry, we'll be able to get crystal food tomorrow, which will alleviate the problem a lot."

Wang Cheng's expression was solemn as he silently ate the mutated food in his hand.

Everything depends on tomorrow's luck.

Hopefully, I can find a reliable team of scavengers.

One night passed.

Last night was probably the best sleep they'd had in days.

Nothing unexpected happened, and I slept soundly and peacefully.

Early the next morning.

The four of them got up and set off, riding the dilapidated but extremely sturdy tricycle towards the oil city.

They walked for about an hour before stopping.

Because of the sound of vehicles roaring ahead, they quickly pushed their tricycles into the bushes nearby.

Due to the influence of sea fog, the growth height of various plants on land has exceeded the pre-apocalyptic limit; for example, the ubiquitous foxtail grass can grow up to two meters tall.

As soon as they ran into the bushes, they saw a convoy of cars driving in a grand procession toward them on the main road.

Wang Cheng stared intently at the convoy, which consisted of four or five vehicles with many people in the cargo bed, followed by more than a dozen motorcycles.

These vehicles all had a large tree symbol painted on them.

This large tree is a symbol that many mutants recognize.

This represents the most powerful force: the giant camphor tree!
The convoy sped past, kicking up a cloud of dust that swirled and drifted away.

Watching the convoy depart, Wang Cheng pondered for a moment before speaking to Lao Gao and the others behind him:

"How about we stop going? Anyway, we're not far from the oil city, and this is a main road, so there must be a lot of scavengers from the oil city passing through here."

"That works too." After a long silence, Lao Gao nodded.

Wang Cheng looked at Lao Hei, who shrugged and said nonchalantly:

"I have no objection."

Next, they crouched down in the grass less than ten meters from the main road, waiting through the grass.

A few minutes passed.

A group of several dozen people passed by, but this group was much more shabby than the previous convoy.

Most of them were flatbed carts, with only three motorcycles, each with a flatbed cart attached to the back.

This is not what they want.

As Wang Cheng thought, the larger the scavenger team, the better.

Stronger scavenger teams carry more crystal food and are more generous with their spending.

On the contrary, it's the poor scavenger teams that are the most troublesome. Since this place is so close to the oil city, they certainly wouldn't dare rob a scavenger team; if they were discovered by the people of the oil city, they would surely die.

Half an hour passed.

In the past half hour, seven or eight teams passed by, but none of them were what Wang Cheng wanted.

As time passed, the sun rose higher, and the temperature gradually increased.

Old Hei was getting impatient and asked Wang Cheng:

"Old Wang, how long are we supposed to wait?"

"Let's wait a little longer," Wang Cheng said with some regret.

"Just wait for the kind of convoy we saw the first time. If we trade with poorer scavengers, they definitely won't be willing to give up too much crystal food in exchange for us, and they will definitely try to lower the price."

"Alright then." Old Hei took off his clothes and sat in the grass wiping his sweat.

Just then, the ground shook, and a large convoy was approaching them from a distance.

Leading the way was a heavy truck, followed by seven or eight pickup trucks, and then ten electric tricycles.

Seeing the size of the convoy and the large camphor tree emblem on the vehicles, Wang Cheng was shocked.

"This is it."

He stood up, turned his head, and said to the people behind him:

"Don't come out, I'll go."

"Be careful!" Old Gao's eyes were filled with worry.

"I know."

After saying that, Wang Cheng raised his hands, put on his backpack, and slowly walked to the center of the main road.

By the time he reached the center of the main road, the convoy was less than 30 meters away from him.

On a heavy truck.

Driver Xiao Song said to Gong Huo, who was sitting with his legs crossed, eating fruit:
"Boss, there's someone ahead, should we run him over?"

Upon hearing this, Gong Huo quickly looked ahead.

He cursed, "Are you fucking an idiot? You keep hitting people like that."

"parking!"

Driver Xiao Song complained softly, feeling wronged:

"I was driving a bit fast when I came out just now, so tell me why I didn't run over the person in front of me and kill them?"

After the vehicle stopped.

Gong Huo did not make any move, but picked up the walkie-talkie to contact his subordinates.

"Old Zhao, go check on that guy and see how he is?"

The main thing was that this person had raised his hand, was so close to the oil city, and was wearing a hat and had his head down, so it was hard to tell whether he was a mutant or someone from the oil city.

Old Zhao climbed down from the truck bed, followed by several burly men, all of whom were carrying machetes.

Old Zhao stood with his hands on his hips, his right hand tucked into the pistol tucked into his waistband.

He swaggered over.

Old Zhao, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, exhaled smoke, his voice hoarse:

"Hey! What are you doing? Blocking the middle of the road, get out of the way! I almost ran you over!"

Wang Cheng kept his head down, raised his hands, and poured out all the words he had prepared beforehand.

“I know you are scavengers. I have a lot of supplies that you need. I just want to trade some crystal food with you. These are the optical modules and fiber optic transceivers that I found. These items should all be on your list.”

"In addition to these, we also have many small BBU RF modules, RRU RF units, small switches, couplers and other things."

As he spoke, he knelt down and, in front of Lao Zhao, took out a few small items, including a light module, from his backpack and placed them on the road.

Utterly humble.

He knew he only had one chance to speak.

So he said all the information in his first sentence.

After saying that, he closed his eyes and awaited his fate.

Old Zhao was a little surprised. He squatted down and looked through the things on the ground.

Looking at the kneeling Wang Cheng, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked:
"Are you a mutant?"

"Correct."

As he spoke, he took off his hat, revealing his face with black stripes.

Old Zhao looked at his bloodshot eyes and took a step back.

He drew his gun.

Seeing his actions, Wang Cheng dared not breathe, extremely tense.

Unexpectedly, Lao Zhao did not fire the gun. Instead, he walked back to the heavy truck and started talking to Gong Huo through the truck door.

"Boss, over there." Old Zhao gave a brief explanation of the situation.

"Oh? How many points can those things he mentioned be exchanged for at the trading market?"

"About 50 points."

"If that's so little, then give him five whole grain cakes and get the hell out of here."

He said there were many more.

"Is that so!" Gong Huo became interested. "Then let him bring them all out. It wouldn't hurt to trade them. We need to be quick about it."

"Also, have Master Zhong go over and check if there are any problems with the items."

"it is good."

Old Zhao took four multigrain flatbreads from the car; these flatbreads are similar to naan.

However, it contains potatoes, flour, vegetable oil, sesame seeds, and dried vegetables.

One piece weighs about half a pound.

Four pieces weigh about two kilograms. In the Oil City, they are sold for 0.3 points each. Five pieces would cost about 1.5 points to buy in the Oil City.

Snapped!
Old Zhao threw the mixed grain cake in front of him, and then handed the things on the ground to Master Zhong to check.

"What's your name? Also, what about the rest of your things? Hurry up and bring them out."

"My name is Wang Cheng."

Wang Cheng looked at the mixed grain cakes on the ground, then at Lao Zhao's expression.

He knew that this time, he had made the right bet.

He whistled towards the bushes.

Lao Hei and Gao Tian pushed the tricycle out.

When they came out, they startled Old Zhao.

The burly men behind him also picked up their long knives.

“They’re in cahoots with me; we only want to trade crystal grains,” Wang Cheng quickly explained.

Old Zhao couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, I thought you guys were looking for trouble and trying to ambush me!"

Looking at the bulging appearance of the tricycle, he knew there must be a lot of things inside.

So he called out to Master Zhong behind him:

"Master Zhong, take a look at all those things and see if they still have any value."

Master Zhong stepped forward and examined it carefully.

Gao Tian and Lao Hei then came to Wang Cheng's side, both raising their hands to indicate that they were cooperating.

soon.

After finishing his inspection, Master Zhong excitedly pulled Old Zhao aside to talk.

After hearing this, Lao Zhao suppressed his excitement and ran back to the heavy truck.

"Boss, that's really good. The stuff on that tricycle could sell for 1000 points in Oil City."

Upon hearing this, Gong Huo looked at Wang Cheng and the others outside who were raising their hands, and stroked the stubble on his chin.

Said:

"Damn it, if Liu Dongdou and Sha Xin's gang can find mutants to collect supplies, so can I."

"I never expected the profit margin to be so large."

“Tell him to give him 100 multigrain pancakes and see if he’s willing. If he is, we can cooperate long-term.”

"Okay." Old Zhao got into the car with a smile and handed over a bag of mixed grain cakes.

It was thrown in front of Wang Cheng.

"50 jin, a total of 100 mixed grain cakes."

"If you find anything of this value again in the future, you can come to us for a transaction."

Wang Cheng was extremely excited, but he tried his best to restrain himself.

Last time, they gave Old Man Tu two truckloads of goods and only received one pound of crystalline grain.

But this time he got 50 jin!
It weighs a full fifty pounds!

Fifty times!
Very good!
"Okay! But where will we make the transaction? How can I contact you?"

Old Zhao thought for a moment and said, "We will come out often. Next time, you can wait for us here like this. We will go out again in a week, at nine o'clock in the morning."

"However, we can change the transaction location; someone might pass by here."

"Next time we meet, let's find a less crowded place nearby to make the deal."

"Okay. Got it!"

Wang Cheng bowed slightly to Old Zhao, "Thank you!"

After saying that, he carefully placed the bag of mixed grain cakes on the car, and he and Lao Gao and the others quickly pushed the car away along the side road.

Watching them leave, Old Zhao directed the laborers he had recruited to load the items on the ground onto the truck.

"Tsk."

"Why do I feel like we've become the middlemen? They're more like scavengers than us," Old Zhao smacked his lips and lit another cigarette.

In any case, it's a good thing for them either way.

Earning points so easily, why not?

(End of this chapter)