After I lost my job, I started to get rich from plane trading.

After several days of persistence, the zombie tide finally receded. The situation here in Kanshang was not bad. Although many people were seriously injured and couldn't get up, fortunately they could be treated, so it was considered excellent.

The base had suffered heavy losses. Shang Kan took the time to look at their miserable state and took the opportunity to raise the price and collect a wave of crystal cores. He hasn't forgotten the plot against them yet, so it's a good idea to collect a small amount of interest.

The person in charge was also injured this time, but it was not serious. He could still come out to do business with him normally, so he should be fine soon.

Ling Qiao, who had followed Kan Shang, stared at him several times. He couldn't hold back his emotions for a moment, but he noticed him.

"What's wrong with my face?" The person in charge watched the people leave and turned around to ask his subordinates.

"There's nothing unusual." The person behind bowed.

"Uncle, do you think there's something wrong?" After a fierce battle, the young man has matured a lot.

"That lady looked at me several times, and her eyes couldn't be called friendly." The person in charge said quietly.

"Isn't she friendly? How dare she take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune this time?" The young man was there during the last transaction, so he naturally knew that Kan Shang had raised the price a lot this time.

"Let me think about it..." The person in charge ignored the people who were shouting behind him. He held his chin with one hand and tapped the knuckles of the other hand lightly on the table.

Boom, boom, boom...

The collision between the wooden table and his knuckles was crisp and echoed in the empty conference room. People behind him heard his movements and did not dare to make any more noise, lest they disrupt his thoughts.

He knew Kan Shang to some extent. Although it was a bit strange for him to take the opportunity to raise prices, but when it happened, it could not be inferred based on common sense.

Are there still few profiteers before the end of the world? Even less so when the apocalypse comes, and since he is the only supplier at their base, it is normal for prices to rise.

But after having known each other for so long, even though they were not friends, they were not in this situation. There must be something he had overlooked.

Where is it?

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. He turned around suddenly and asked the young man in a deep voice: "Where did you let those baits go?"

"Just go over there." The young man stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction.

"Asshole! Why are you going that way? Didn't we decide to go northwest in the first place?"

"Didn't you mean Southeast? You specially sent someone to tell me. I was still wondering why you suddenly changed your mind." Seeing his serious face, the young man panicked.

"I never asked you to change your plans." The person in charge understood the reason.

"Then..." The young man wanted to say something more, but stopped.

"This time, I'm afraid that someone has plotted against him and offended him, and I'm afraid that the future will be difficult." The person in charge let out a long sigh.

"Then where I want people to go..." The young man hesitated.

"It's that person's direction. I'm afraid he thinks it was us on purpose." The deputy behind figured it out.

"Do you want to send someone to explain?" After being "educated" by his father, the young man knew that Kan Shang was not easy to deal with here, and he instantly understood their problem this time.

"No need, I'm afraid you won't believe it if you tell me. How is your father? I want to have a meal tonight." The person in charge asked the young man. He said it was just for free, but actually he wanted the two of them to come up with a solution together.

"Okay, you are welcome to come." The young man said hurriedly.

The person in charge waved and asked everyone to go out. He just felt tired now.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, snapped his fingers, and a small flame lit the cigarette in his hand. A thin stream of smoke rose from the burning end.

"What are these things..."