Chapter 7

"Twelve boxes!"

Hearing this number from Lin Feng's mouth, the middle-aged man opposite the coffee table became shocked.

I thought it would be good for the young man in front of me to have three or two boxes of canned food, but I didn't expect there to be so many.

Canned food is extremely precious in the apocalypse. If you take out twelve boxes and sell them at once, any fool can see that Lin Feng is definitely not an ordinary person.

"Dare to ask me the origin of this canned food..."

The middle-aged man's address for Lin Feng changed from "little brother" to "mister" at the earliest, and now he changed it to son after hearing the number of cans. One can imagine the influence of cans. A small juncture can actually change a person's identity, which shows the extent of the scarcity of supplies in the last days.

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes at Lin Feng, drew a circle on the coffee table with his index finger, and asked cautiously.

It is obviously not ordinary people who can own so many cans. Three years have passed since the end of the world, but all the shopping malls and supermarkets near the base are almost exhausted. It is almost impossible to dig new food sources unless you go far away from the base.

But the farther you are from the base, the more dangerous it is. There are a large number of zombies outside the base, and no one will know that there are any advanced mutant zombies appearing. Not to mention ordinary people, even the cultivators at the base dare not take the risk of searching for places that are too far away from the base. The more unknown the place, the more dangerous it is.

In today's scarcity of supplies, it is definitely not an ordinary person who can sell canned food, let alone a cultivator.

Lin Fengxian did not speak, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and the aroma of tobacco wafted out immediately.

The cigarettes traveled here along with Lin Feng, and they were kept in Lin Feng's coat pocket. Lin Feng did not take them from the supermarket.

Smelling the smell of tobacco, the middle-aged man across from the tea table stopped drinking tea, his reddened rosacea twitched a few times, and then he affirmed his previous thoughts.

Cigarettes are a luxury in the last days, and only those bigwigs in the center of the base can afford them. The middle-aged man remembered how long it had been since the last time he smoked.

Seeing the appearance of the middle-aged man, Lin Feng simply pulled out another cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it to the middle-aged man.

Fearing that the cigarette would fall on the coffee table, the middle-aged man hurriedly caught it, his hand still trembling. After igniting, take a deep breath, then close your eyes, showing an expression of great enjoyment.

"To tell the truth from the boss, I'm not from this base." After handing Dong Wu a cigarette, Dong Wu shook his head, expressing that he would not smoke, and then Lin Feng spoke again.

"During a large-scale hunting of zombies, my family and I got separated, and now they are rushing this way, leaving in a hurry, without taking many white crystals, and they still have to live here, you know."

Breathing out a smoke ring, Lin Feng leaned lazily on the chair, squinted his eyes and said to the middle-aged man.

The smoke spreads in the air, then fades and disappears.

Sure enough, after hearing Lin Feng's words, the middle-aged man secretly thought.

Such a large number of cans would definitely not be in the hands of ordinary people. Lin Feng's simple words not only covered up the origin of the cans, but also warned the middle-aged man that Lin Feng had a family.

The doomsday watch can be connected to the Internet and has a map function. Even if it is lost, it can be found through contact. What Lin Feng said was to warn the middle-aged man not to use his brains. Lin Feng has power on his side.

When he walked out of the shop, there were 360 ​​white crystals lying in the storage space of Lin Feng's doomsday watch. Looking at these white crystals, Lin Feng smiled.

12 boxes of canned food were sold at a price of 30 white crystals per box. Despite the high price, the middle-aged man still sent Lin Feng and Lin Feng to the door of the shop with a smile on his face.

He promised that if the middle-aged man still wants to sell canned food, he will definitely come here again, but Lin Feng feels that the possibility is not very high.

Dong Wu was given 5 white crystals, five times as much as promised before. Dong Wu was quite honest, at first he refused to accept it no matter what, the two shirked it for a long time before accepting it.

"Brother Feng, I'll hang out with you from now on!"

Walking on the road, Dong Wu suddenly said to him with a sincere attitude.

It’s only been a little more than a day since I met Lin Feng, but Dong Wu saw that Lin Feng was a righteous person, and he could give him canned food worth 30 white crystals as soon as we met. 30 white crystals are enough for an ordinary person to live comfortably for three months . But with Lin Feng, he just casually gave Dong Wu such an unknown person.

Originally promised to give Dong Wu a reward of one white crystal, but then gave so much more, and the price was only that Dong Wu would lead him the way. Anyone can do such a thing.

In the last days, although human life is worthless, the most important thing is trust and loyalty. Without these two, it is very difficult to survive in the pattern.

No matter how strong a person is, no one can tell what dangers there are in this mode. If you have friends you can trust, the benefits are self-evident.

Dong Wu didn't consider the question of whether Lin Feng belonged to any family, he just said it sincerely because he saw how kind Lin Feng was to him.

"Go back and pack up and find a place to live."

Lin Feng glanced at Dong Wu, but did not answer directly.

Right now, the problem of housing is a big problem. The environment in the slums is too poor. Every few days, people with weak constitutions will starve to death or die of illness. Lin Feng didn't want to die in the hands of the zombies, but was infected or died of illness.

On the way, Lin Feng asked Dong Wu, and learned that there are some people in the base who are professional, such as doctors who treat patients. The base will send troops and practitioners out to search for supplies every month, and sometimes they will find some medicines and medical equipment left before the end of the world.

After these things were brought back, a small hospital was established in the base. The hospital is controlled by the base leadership, and ordinary people need to pay a certain fee to see a doctor. The medical supplies are all searched by the base at risk, and the charges are understandable. But people without money have nothing to do. The base is not a philanthropist, and it is impossible to provide free medical care.

And if there is a hospital, there is a need for a doctor. Those who were doctors before the end of the world were recruited to the hospital and could receive a monthly salary.

Not only the hospital, but also some other public facilities in the base, all of which require professional talents, so there are many "white-collar" people in the base who serve the base with a salary.

This creates a gap between rich and poor. People with professions and capable people naturally live a higher life, and those cultivators, needless to say, live at the top of the base pyramid. And those who have no combat effectiveness and technical ability become the bottom of society and can only live in slums.

With that said, the two came to the outskirts of the slum area. Since they were going to live in the living area, they naturally had to pack up their things, even though Dong Wu had nothing worth packing up.

Lin Feng needs help now. He knows that he has just entered the end of the world, and he still doesn't know much about this world. Dong Wu looked more honest, at least after getting money from selling the cans just now, Lin Feng didn't see greed in his eyes. Even if Lin Feng gave him more white crystals than what he had promised, Dong Wu tried his best to shirk it. Lin Feng could tell that it was not an act.

"Please let my child go."

Just when Lin Feng and the two walked to the slums, a cry for help came from their ears.