My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

For the price of iron, only 4.6 units of grain can replace one unit.

For the price of copper, only 6.8 units of grain can replace one unit.

Lead price, 3.5 units...

Wood, 0.675 units...

The price of countless basic materials is like riding a rocket at this time, and it starts to soar upwards rapidly.

And with the stimulus of a small acquisition with Somo's interval of one or two minutes, the momentum became even more fierce.

In the private messaging channel that Somo couldn't see, countless black merchants seemed to be crazy at this time, communicating news quickly.

"Suma has received the lead, so he can quickly raise the price of the lead for me!"

"Fuck! Somo has gone to collect the copper block again. What's the price of the copper block, please contact other people quickly, quickly raise it, and quickly raise it!"

"What if there are too many people selling off in the market? Eat! Give me food! Eat as much as there is!"

"There are only so many basic materials. As long as we can survive this wave of selling crisis, all the losses we have suffered in the seed market will be returned!"

"..."

noisy!

Anxious!

Panic!

After the first wave of rapid growth, many black merchants have discovered that the market is not right and want to get off the car.

But under this circumstance, no one knows when this carnival is the head and when it is the bottom.

Everyone doesn't want to sell the materials in their hands at the low point. They all want to wait until the psychological price is about the same, and then take the plate to the next leek.

but...

Human greed is always endless.

At unit 4, everyone wondered if they could go to 4.5, and when they reached 4.5, they began to fantasize about going to 5.

You don't want to throw, I don't want to throw, the price will naturally only rise but not fall.

From 1.2 to close to 6, batches of basic materials were delivered through the market to various places in the wasteland.

Later, when most of the goods in the hands of ordinary refugees were to be sold out, and even when they were about to dig, the madness of the market finally slowed down.

You know, this is a market of billions of people around the world, with hundreds of thousands of units of transactions at every turn.

Once 10,000 people dig iron, 20,000 units of iron can be shipped in one minute.

If 100,000 people dig, 200,000 units can be shipped in one minute!

Although the harvest is tens of thousands of units and hundreds of thousands of units when farming, it is impossible to harvest a wave in a few minutes!

Therefore, even when the global black businessmen are connected with each other, the market has gradually begun to become weird under the gradually terrifying volume.

No one buys, someone sells!

The black businessmen who bought them couldn't move anymore, and the refugees who were lying on the iron ore hill and working hard did not stop.

5.5 Nobody accepts the unit?

Then I will hang 5!

No 5?

Hang 3 directly!

In this big market where billions of people participate, every black business thinks that he is the one who can definitely run away, but when the real "avalanche" comes, none of them will survive.

The price has dropped rapidly, and Sumo has not made a move for five or six minutes to continue the acquisition.

When the first small black merchant could not withstand the pressure and began to want to sell the materials he had hoarded, the rate of price collapse was shocking.

In the first minute, the iron price was 3.3 units.

In the third minute, the iron price was 1.15 units.

In the fifth minute, the iron price was 0.48 units.

...

The tenth minute, the iron price...0.29 units! !

In just ten minutes, the iron price ratio fell below 0.3 in an extremely exaggerated trend from 1.2, which was still stable at the beginning.

Moreover, this momentum has not stopped, and there are still large quantities of goods on the shelves quickly.

run!

Must run!

The market on the wasteland is not the China stock market on the earth, and it cannot drop below 10% in one day.

In this game where people from all over the world participate, when the version is updated 20 days later, everyone starts to go to the new world, these basic materials will become waste.

At that time, Tie Ke really couldn't even keep the current 0.29, maybe 0.1 would become a high price!

Crazy market, crazy drop.

Iron is falling, and other basic materials are no exception. This merchant’s carnival was abrupt and walked even more abruptly.

Even the people involved in it don't know who is making trouble in this market, and whose "black hand" is controlling it.

As the instigator, watching the prices on the market plummet, the black merchants went crazy one by one, and Sumo sitting on the recliner was also happy.

Although these people may be fooled in the design, they did not expect to be fooled so thoroughly.

"If you drop some more, I'll pick it up! Pick it up now, it's too cheap for these people!"

"Yes, pick it up now, but it's insulting our demeanor Su!"

The faint words came out of his ears, and when Su Mo turned around, he was shocked to find that Zhong Qingshu actually didn't know when he came in and leaned on the side of the recliner.

Oreo, who was lying on the ground lazily, showed a wicked and mad smile after Sumo looked over it, and by the way, he waved his head to signal Sumo:

Hurry up! Why hesitate!

"Oh, you silly dog, you are surrendering to the enemy! The fruit of tonight, I will deduct it for you!"

Knocked on Oreo's dog head, looking at Zhong Qingshu's playful eyes, Su Mo stood up and walked away casually, haha.

"Hey! There is something in your eyes, don't look at me! I really didn't participate, it's all they are trying to kill themselves!"

"The person they want to stalk the wool is God Su, what does it have to do with me Sumo!"

Righteously speaking seriously, there was nothing wrong with it at first glance, but after thinking about it, Zhong Qingshu was amused and giggled.

On the first floor of the empty refuge, the silver bell-like laughter resounded like a wind blowing into the woods.

Oreo, who was lying on the ground, was also infected by the laughter, Wang Wu Wang Wu yelling.

In the relics of time, Sumo and Zhong Qingshu can deal with each other calmly, because of the absolute self-confidence in strength and the identity of the prophet.

But in the real world, seeing Su Mo's so embarrassing appearance, Oreo tore Zhong Qingshu's trousers and motioned to catch up quickly.

With a brisk step, when the two got together, the embarrassment of being caught in Somo's heart was also eliminated a lot.

"Fortunately, they are all black merchants. Otherwise, if you squeeze the wool of ordinary people, the reputation you have built up will be ruined!"

Hearing this, Somo shrugged and shook his head:

"It's okay, people's greed is endless, don't you see that there are a lot of black businessmen in this, but in fact, there are also many ordinary people who want to get involved and make a fortune. These people can be clever."

The changes in the market of millions of people are shocking enough, let alone the collapse of the market of billions of people today.

If you want to have such a big fluctuation, the black business is on the one hand, and more of it is the participation of ordinary people.

According to Somo's estimation, this short period of less than half an hour of price fluctuations requires at least millions of ordinary people to participate in order to have such an exaggerated "form of expression".

As for the ordinary people who didn't run away in the end, it was really unclear whether they would put the pot on his body.

"Indeed, reputation is indeed a good thing. In fact, let's not say that these black merchants who control the market are also connected in this way. As far as I know, a few capital predators on the earth have just begun to cheer."

"Then as the corresponding number of people increased, this capital alliance was formed, and a total of eight people controlled the upper-level construction."

"But you did so in the seed market before. One of the eight people lost too much. I don't know if they ran off or were killed. Now there are only seven!"

Breaking his fingers, Zhong Qingshu said as he counted. The little story behind this made Suma interested and listened carefully.

Humans are gregarious animals, and in the beginning, everyone did not travel here unorganized, but had already been in an official refuge, staying for almost two months before starting to travel.

Therefore, in terms of obedience, it is not as bad as imagined.

It is precisely at this point that many initial official refuges, with the call of the earth, have been initially established.

With the gathering place, and after the first disaster gradually settled down, most of the people relying on the chat system began to hug the group.

Those who engage in literature fight with those who recite poems, and those who deliver couriers and those who deliver food have become good brothers.

Those who like to play badminton and those who play table tennis have become partners who go out to work together. The national airdrops and the local door-to-door also have a common language.

In addition to these, the fastest recovery is naturally the organization that can bring benefits on the wasteland.

From the simplest self-rescue organization, to the wilderness survival organization, to the later retired military combat organization.

The speed of evolving is getting faster and faster, and the Wall Street financial organizations that have crossed over on the earth are naturally unwilling to be left behind.

Regarding the body, it is difficult for them to sit in the office every day, play digital games, and kill chickens.

In terms of survivability, without the bread machine, water dispenser, and no takeaway that can be delivered, their ability to take care of themselves is not as good as children.

When it comes to intelligence, there is only a little where you can use your brain in the early stage.

Therefore, if you want to rise, you can only rely on the ability of the previous life...

finance!

After a secret connection, eight financial oligarchs under the age of 50 on the earth raised their arms and founded the Capital Economic Alliance.

With a well-known support, the alliance recruits a large number of qualified members. This qualification is naturally also a material!

With the leadership of people who specialize in finance, in the market, along with acquisitions and sales, they have accumulated a lot of wealth before the welfare disaster.

Later, the snowballs of this increasingly powerful economic alliance were getting bigger and bigger.

From the beginning of reselling, to the third disaster later, they directly manipulated the market price.

Of course, this series of financial stories that have risen from zero can be written out and written in a magnificent masterpiece of no less than two million words until they meet Somo.

"So it was because they collected several hundred catties of fish from you, and then you did this?"

Staring at Sumo's immortal face, Zhong Qingshu grew up with a small mouth, as if he had found a new world.

"At that time, one catty of seeds would sell ten catties of grain, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, I can leave it alone!"

He smiled awkwardly. On this topic, Somo chose to make a haha ​​and quickly revealed the past.

God can have a dark history.

But people...no!

As the beneficiary of the two financial activities, Somo stood on the opposite side of all black businessmen. If it is too high-profile, it will inevitably cause a series of unnecessary troubles.

Before receiving his sister, Suma naturally embraced the idea of ​​saving while saving for this kind of trouble.

After asking about other related short stories, I saw that the market price has reached an acceptable range.

Zhong Qingshu also understood very well, and immediately went to other places as an excuse to make enough private space for Somo.

Back in front of the refuge door, standing in the material pile, as Sumo thought, the market panel opened.

At this time iron prices...

0.19!