I sell Coke in the doomsday

"Go east, and you'll see the Shield Stronghold in twenty miles."

"If you can come back alive, come find me here again."

I nodded slightly, agreeing with Ajie's caution. According to his description to me, Qu Yunliu had a strange temperament, was vicious and cruel, and had to be handled with caution.

After saying goodbye to Ajie, I got back into the driver's seat, started the pickup truck, and started driving east.

After driving for twenty miles, I indeed saw the shield stronghold.

The Shield Fortress was much larger than I expected, and by apocalyptic standards, it could even be described as grand.

"who?"

As expected, when I drove the pickup truck close to the shield stronghold, the guards in the simple watchtower pointed their rifles at me.

I rolled down the window and, as was my usual habit, shouted at the guard.

"Businessman!"

boom! boom! boom!

Three bullets accurately grazed my head and landed on the dirt beside me, leaving me a little dazed.

Is this a demonstration? The shield stronghold is indeed a little different.

After the gunshots, the gate of the stronghold slowly opened. I frowned slightly and slowly drove in.

As soon as I entered the stronghold, I was threatened by a group of people with guns pointing at me and forced to get out of the pickup truck. Those people seemed to have no intention of doing business at all. They climbed into the bed of the pickup truck and opened the Coke I had prepared.

"Damn it, it's actually Coke."

"You idiot, I told you there's a doomsday merchant selling Coke in various human settlements."

"Hahahaha, now it's all ours."

From his words, he didn't seem to want to do business with me, but instead wanted to take over the Coke I brought.

Looking at these people's unscrupulous appearance, I was a little stunned. In such a large stronghold, doesn't anyone understand the difference between having a full meal and having every meal?

This is completely different from the big stronghold I had in mind.

Just when I was considering whether I should just take action and fight my way out with my immortal body.

A car was driving in the distance. After it stopped, a middle-aged man came out. He pulled out a whip, whipped the gangsters in the pickup truck several times, and cursed them viciously.

"Come down quickly! How can you do business like this?"

After a few whips, those men quickly jumped out of the car and stood aside somewhat awkwardly, but the moment they lowered their heads, the ferocity in their eyes could not be suppressed.

The middle-aged man looked at me with an apologetic smile, waved his hand, asked the people who were aiming guns at me to disperse, and then said embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry, these idiots are used to being clumsy. Our leader asked me to receive you."

I forced a fake smile, pretended to be magnanimous, waved my hand gently, and spoke calmly.

"It's okay. I'm used to it."

The middle-aged man chuckled a few more times, then pulled me into his car in a very familiar manner, sat us in the back seat, and began to say some hypocritical polite words to me.

I responded absentmindedly, my eyes occasionally looking outside the car.

It is actually not difficult to guess the different attitudes of these people.

Probably, the middle-aged man in front of me was the one who informed the leader of the arrival of me, the doomsday merchant, at the very beginning.

The little hooligans outside the car didn't have any brains and didn't understand the value of a car of Coke and a doomsday businessman, so they treated me in the way they were most accustomed to.

A glimpse of the leopard's part can give us a rough idea.

The people in this stronghold have always treated outsiders like this. They are a bunch of hopeless scum.

Chapter 50 If

The prevalence of violence will make people's brains dull and ignorant.

For example, the guards of this stronghold, they prefer to use their hands rather than their brains, and solve all problems with violence.

I sat in the car, looking at the scene outside the window, feeling a little weird.

This stronghold is so violent, yet so prosperous, with chaos and order coexisting. If I have to find a word to describe it, I think it would be pathological.

The middle-aged man brought me to a warehouse. From beginning to end, I never saw the so-called leader. It seems that as a doomsday businessman, I am still not important enough.

"According to our leader, this is the only material that can be exchanged at the base."

As the middle-aged man spoke, he pushed open the door of the warehouse, and then, a warehouse full of corn appeared before my eyes.

I was stunned for a moment, a little surprised. I had never seen so much corn before the doomsday.

Stunned, I stepped forward and grabbed a handful of corn kernels. My pupils shrank as he looked at my naive appearance. The middle-aged man behind me showed a smug smile.

But then, the smile on the middle-aged man's face froze.

"This corn...is not the kind for human consumption."

I looked carefully at the corn in my hand. The book I had read carefully in preparation for growing potatoes came in handy at this moment.

Not all corn is grown for human consumption; much of it is grown as livestock feed.

Honestly, it's impossible for me to tell the types of corn by eye, I can only guess based on common sense.

Whether in terms of the difficulty of planting or the number of seeds remaining, corn eaten by livestock is more likely to survive to this day.

Of course, in this doomsday, it doesn’t really matter whether it’s corn for feed or corn for human consumption; both are precious things.

I grabbed a handful of corn, slowly stood up and looked at the middle-aged man.

"How do you want to change it?"

The middle-aged man looked at me with a smile, stretched out his right palm, and waved his five fingers in front of me.

"Five pounds of corn for a truckload of Coke."

I frowned, threw the corn in my hand back, then raised a finger to him and said.

"One truckload of Coke for one truckload of corn."

The middle-aged man suddenly became unhappy and waved his hands repeatedly and said.

"Is your bottle made of gold, or is the bottle cap made of gold?"

I rolled my eyes and spread my hands.

"This is all original Coke. Look where you can get Coke now. You think it's expensive, but I think it's expensive too."

I always feel that if things continue like this, this greasy middle-aged man will draw his knife and chop off my Coke.

Just as the middle-aged man and I were arguing over the price, a man trotted up behind the middle-aged man and whispered something in his ear.

The middle-aged man's expression changed, he looked at me with some frustration and sighed.

"Okay, one truckload of Coke for one truckload of corn. I'll find someone to load it on your truck later."

The young man who came later turned his gaze to me and said.

"Mr. Su, our boss wants to treat you to a meal."

My heart skipped a beat and I sensed something strange, but my expression remained unchanged. I followed the little brother who led the way and walked slowly forward.

Su...Sir, Su Li, this is the name I once mentioned to Liu Yong in the ancient city stronghold, and it is also the only time I have mentioned this name to others.

Su Li, the last name is fake, but the first name is real.

Why did Qu Yunliu from the Weidun stronghold know the surname Su? The only explanation was that the Gucheng stronghold had established contact with the Weidun stronghold and shared information about me.

I followed the little brother all the way to the foot of the mountain. Before we reached our destination, I saw the shield hanging on the wooden house.

Why did Qu Yunliu choose a shield as his symbol?

As I was thinking about this, I followed the little brother into the wooden house. Although it was daytime, there were candles lit in the house.

The first thing you see is the long table and the replica of the famous painting "The Last Supper" on the wall.

Below the painting, there is a man standing quietly. He seems to be a little different from everyone I have ever seen.

Silent, as still as a long night, quiet and dangerous.

I stood opposite the long table, looking at Qu Yunliu from afar, slightly dazed.

Before I met Qu Yunliu, I had thought that he must be a strong man with a sturdy build to be able to control such a violent stronghold.

But I didn't expect that when I actually met him, he would be a patient who looked a little weak and pale.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Su."

Qu Yunliu raised his hand slightly, without any intention of moving his feet. His eyes fell on me, looking me over carefully.

I didn't refuse and sat across the long table. I looked at Qu Yunliu with a gentle expression without saying a word.

Qu Yunliu also sat down slowly, tapping the table lightly with his fingers with interest, and asked in a gentle voice.

"Mr. Su should have taken a close look at this base. What do you think of it?"

I gave him a polite fake smile and then gave him a hypocritical compliment.

"It's amazing. This is the first time I've seen such a great base."

Hearing this, Qu Yunliu narrowed his eyes slightly, his fingers tapping on the table paused, then he twitched the corners of his mouth and pointed at me and laughed heartily.

"That's a lie! Hahahaha that's a lie!"

I raised my eyebrows slightly and said with a somewhat aggrieved look.

"Every word I say comes from my heart, how can it be a lie?"

The smile on Qu Yunliu's face disappeared instantly. He leaned back and spoke slowly.

"Your eyes are very similar to those of a group of people I killed. I knew a long time ago that I couldn't be friends with people with eyes like that."

My heart skipped a beat and all the muscles tensed up instantly, but then I sighed and spoke in a relaxed manner.

"This is too idealistic. How can you judge whether we can be friends based on the look in their eyes?"

Qu Yunliu did not refute what I said, but looked at me with a smile and asked again.

"Mr. Su, what do you think of this base?"

I moved my fingers slightly, countless thoughts flooded into my mind, and the fake smile on my face gradually disappeared. I looked at Qu Yunliu and slowly uttered two words.

“Sick.”

"Oh, this comment is quite fresh."

Qu Yunliu looked at me in surprise, lowered his eyebrows, as if mocking himself, and spoke slowly.

"Other people's answers in the past were all ugly and swear words, but you are the first person to describe this stronghold as pathological."

"So, what's wrong with this base?"

Qu Yunliu suddenly sat up straight, his eyes fixed, he looked at me coldly, and said in a deep voice.

"No one is starving or freezing to death here, and no one is eating their own children."

"Without this base, how many people outside can survive? How many people can survive?"

"The people here have faith and are willing to fight to the death. As long as I am here, this stronghold will not collapse. How come you call it a sick thing?"

Qu Yunliu spoke slowly and calmly, he already regarded this shield stronghold as his most satisfying work and would not tolerate any doubt from others.

I looked at his serious expression, but I just found it funny. Just like him, I tapped the table lightly with my fingers and spoke slowly.

"Yes, I admit that as long as you are here, this stronghold will continue to prosper."

Suddenly, my eyes focused, and I looked straight into Qu Yunliu's eyes and spoke word by word.

"But what if you died?"

Chapter 51 Qu Yunliu

"But what if you died?"

After the words fell, there was a long silence.

Qu Yunliu's breathing choked, his expression changed unpredictably, he lowered his head slightly, his eyes lowered, dark and unclear.