Traveling through the doomsday, I become the largest supplier

Zhou Feng was not in a hurry, because it was only close to noon, and he still had a lot of time to sell the canned beef. He avoided the crowds on the street and entered a small alley on the side of the street. There, he pretended to put water, but instead put most of the cans in the sack into the newly opened storage space. There were only a few cans left in the bag, and this was the satisfaction that came out of the alley.

Zhou Feng casually walked in front of a vendor with a stall. On the rags in front of the opponent, there were two AK47s, and the paint on the butts of the guns was almost gone, revealing the wooden structure. In addition, next to the two AK47s, is a brand-new Type 95 rifle that is emitting a faint smell of ink. The stall owner was a tall and thin man, and when he saw Zhou Feng's eyes shining brightly at the Type 95 rifle on his stall, he was shrewd, and he immediately knew that there was business coming to his door.

The stall owner picked up the Type 95 rifle and talked nonsense: "This brother, I'm not bragging, the quality of this gun is definitely not covered." "You look at the raged guns on the streets, and then look at the Type 95 in my hand, you don't have to think about it, and you know the gap. "Huh...... Brother, you're in luck, this gun is a new gun that has just come off the production line, and I also relied on my relationship and spent a lot of effort to get it out of the arsenal. If you are satisfied, you will take 5 blue crystals?".

Zhou Feng knew that the price was not expensive, but it was not cheap either. The point is, you don't have crystals to pay. So...... He sneered, shook his head and said, "I don't have crystallization!" The stall owner didn't care, squinted his eyes and said, "What about the gold?" "I don't have the gold either!" The stall owner was anxious: "What about the grain? You should have the grain, right? Give me 200 catties of potatoes, this gun is yours." Zhou Feng shook his head: "I don't have food either." "

"Damn, mildew!" the stall owner's originally kind and enthusiastic expression disappeared. As soon as he pushed aside Zhou Feng, who was blocking his stall, he said angrily: "Nothing! Look at a fart, go away! Go away! Don't hinder me from doing business......" Looking at the stall owner who changed his expression in an instant, Zhou Feng was not angry. From his observations, it is not so easy to make a business here. Besides, isn't it a long-standing habit of human beings to look down on people with dogs' eyes? Not to mention the last days, even in modern times, it is even more intense.

After the stall owner heard Zhou Feng's words, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his originally dull eyes, and a smile resurfaced on his face. He lowered his voice and said to Zhou Feng: "Brother, I don't think you are an ordinary person. What you just said is a fart, and I'm a rough man. If you have any good things, show them to me. Although this place is bustling, many things are still scarce. "

Zhou Feng didn't talk nonsense, he took out a can of canned beef directly from the sack, shook it in front of the stall owner, and said, "This thing should be considered a scarce commodity, right?" When Zhou Feng first came to this apocalyptic world to do business, he noticed some details, such as the trademark and production date of the canned food. To this end, he went to a local factory that produces canned beef and customized a batch of cans without a trademark and production date to ensure that there would be no flaws in the cans.

The

stall owner looked at the canned beef packaged in aluminum skin, and although he knew that it was canned, he was still confused. Seeing this, Zhou Feng pulled the stall owner to squat down to prevent being seen by others. He opened the can and said to the stall owner, "This is an authentic canned beef, you can taste it." "In the last days, meat is very scarce, so the value of this can is high. But in Zhou Feng's opinion, the price of this canned food is only about ten yuan a can, and it can be cheaper if it is wholesaled in large quantities.

In fact, Zhou Feng was also very helpless, he had no weapons in this place, so he could only arm himself first, so as not to be bullied by others. The experience of being chased by three zombies in the morning made him still have palpitations.

For those who haven't smelled meat for a long time, the rich aroma of canned beef makes this seemingly shrewd stall owner completely lose his resistance. For ten cans of canned beef, the stall owner did not hesitate to wrap the canned food with the rags he set up in his stall, and then threw the Type 95 rifle to Zhou Feng, and didn't even do business, and turned around and left directly. The stall owner's reaction surprised Zhou Feng, because he originally thought that to get this Type 95 rifle, he would need at least 15 cans of canned food.

Compared with Zhou Feng, who thought he had taken advantage, the stall owner snickered and left quickly. He thought to himself: "With these canned beef, are you still afraid that Old Man Zhao won't let go?" As long as Old Man Zhao agrees, it doesn't matter how many new weapons he wants. This deal is so worth it!" The more the stall owner thought about it, the happier he became, and he couldn't help but glance back at Zhou Feng, and muttered: "What a stupid bird!".

Zhou Feng laughed at himself, he still underestimated the allure of meat in the last days. However, when he felt the weight of the new Type 95 rifle in his hand, he immediately became excited again. In peaceful modern China, weapons are highly regulated, and people rarely have the opportunity to touch real guns. Zhou Feng stupidly stroked the Type 95 rifle in his hand, as if he had just remembered something, groped awkwardly, and finally removed the magazine. However, he was immediately dumbfounded, and there was not even a single bullet in it.

"Hey, hey, you...... Stop me!" Hearing Zhou Feng's shout, the stall owner ran faster, and disappeared into the crowd after a while. "Damn, there's no fucking bullets, are you still calling a gun? Fuck bastard!" Zhou Feng scolded depressedly, greeting the other party's ancestors for eighteen generations, and finally had to face the reality. At this time, Zhou Feng remembered that there seemed to be no one selling bullets in the entire town market. After cheekily asking a few people, he finally learned all kinds of information about weapons throughout the town.

The

rulers of the Wasteland Settlement are not stupid people, they control the arsenal and the cultivation of the entire settlement, and it can be said that they have complete control over the entire settlement. It is legal to possess weapons in settlements, and people can freely sell all kinds of weapons, but all trade in bullets, ammunition, shells, gunpowder, etc., is prohibited, and if discovered, they will be put to death.

Now Zhou Feng understood why there were shops and vendors selling weapons everywhere, but the rulers who controlled the arsenal were able to tolerate it, and the reason was because of the bullets. Firearms can be purchased from private individuals or shops, but bullets must be purchased at designated arsenal sales offices in the Wasteland Settlement. Bullets obtained from elsewhere are against the law and are subject to the strong force of the Wasteland Settlement.

From some people's mouths, Zhou Feng learned that when this mandatory overlord clause was first introduced, the rulers of the wasteland settlements commanded their troops to carry out a bloody suppression, and many people lost their lives as a result. It is this brutal repression that has created a situation where no one dares to violate the rules today, and has also allowed the rulers to firmly control the entire wasteland settlement.