In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

Song Jinhe swayed in front of each stall and looked at it. She could indeed see a lot of good pre-apocalyptic things from the stalls.

There are countless types of jade, jewelry, cultural objects, famous paintings, etc. Before the end of the world, any piece you pick can be sold for a sky-high price, but in today's world, you can only exchange it for some cheap cookie crumbs.

After all, these things can't fill the stomach, so it's good to have someone willing to exchange them.

Song Jinhe knelt down in front of a stall that specialized in selling jewelry and looked at the jewelry that was randomly placed on a tattered tarpaulin. Even in the dark, it still glowed brightly and looked like something other than ordinary things.

The stall owner was drooling and drowsy. He looked about 23.4 years old, had a delicate face, and the clothes he was wearing were not too tattered.

Song Jinhe picked up a beautifully carved jade lotus flower with distinct petals. The entire piece of jade was warm to the touch and felt soft and smooth, just like a baby's skin.

"How did you sell this?"

She asked aloud, but the stall owner was still asleep, with a glint of light shining at the corner of his mouth, and he didn't look like he was about to wake up.

Song Jinhe frowned impatiently and walked to him. Before he could reach out to pat him, a woman beat him to it.

"Jiang Xu! Why are you still sleeping when your business is coming!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pulled the man's ear. The man woke up instantly from the severe pain and looked at the culprit with bared teeth.

"Wen Qiao! Can you be gentler next time you call me?"

The woman who was called by her name stuck out her tongue, then pushed the man away and took the initiative to meet Song Jinhe.

"Hello beauty, do you want this Jade Lotus?"

Song Jinhe's eyes wandered around her extraordinarily delicate and charming face, always feeling a little amazing.

This Wen Qiao has a cat-like appearance, with round eyes, but the corners of his eyes and eyebrows are full of charm. His face is painted with exquisite makeup, and his red lips are full of charm.

"Yes, how did you sell it?"

Wen Qiao made a sign and put it on his chin. After thinking for a moment, he said, "A pack of biscuits."

Song Jinhe quickly took out a pack of chive biscuits from his pocket and handed it over. The other party took it with a smile, and then threw the biscuits to Jiang Xu, the stall owner.

"Don't sleep anymore. A group of people with evil intentions have appeared in the market and want to cause trouble. You and A Zhuo and the others should discuss how to solve it."

She was wearing a pair of white high-heeled sandals, and her hair exuded the fragrance of gardenia. She was obviously not a beauty that could be pampered in an ordinary team.

From what she said, it seemed that this man named Jiang Xu had something to do with this market.

Song Jinhe looked at the searchlights hanging on the iron fence and hurriedly called out to the two people who wanted to leave.

"Please wait a moment. Are you the person in charge of this market?"

Wen Qiao fiddled with her beautifully painted nails without saying a word, while Jiang Xu on the side responded: "Yes, are you okay?"

Song Jinhe was a little excited when he heard this: "Do you still have the searchlights you posted online? I want a batch."

Jiang Xu subconsciously looked up at the lamps posted on the Internet. They bought them from a factory. There were a lot of them and they could never be used up. A large batch was sitting in the warehouse gathering dust.

"Yes, how many do you want?"

Song Jinhe thought for a moment and then said: "Ten, let's see what the price is."

Jiang Xu held Wen Qiao's finger, took out a mint candy from his pocket and handed it to her: "20 kilograms of grain."

Seeing his casual look, Song Jinhe naturally understood that there was still an opportunity for bargaining.

"5 kilograms. This thing is worthless in the last days. It would be too much for you to ask for 20 kilograms."

Jiang Xu raised his head and looked at her: "Isn't the 5 pounds you said too much?"

"Isn't buying something just about bargaining? If you want to make a deal, you must have a good chat and discuss the right price together."

Song Jinhe didn't get angry. After all, this was someone else's territory. There were so many people guarding her with guns around, and she didn't want to be suddenly shot into a dice.

Jiang Xu looked at the somewhat turbulent market and knew it was time to take action, so he made a stop gesture towards Song Jinhe.

"I'm too busy to leave tonight. Come back tomorrow and we'll discuss it then."

After saying that, he protected Wen Qiao and left, stuffing her into a tent in the center of the market to take shelter, while he ran to the most chaotic place.

Song Jinhe shrugged helplessly: "Okay, at least there is a purchase channel. At worst, we can come back tomorrow night."

After saying that, she continued to look for small items that she could like from various stalls.

Women's nature is buying and buying, and now she still can't avoid it in the last days.

There are so many supplies anyway, so why not indulge yourself and just grab whatever you want.

When she arrived at the exit, her backpack was already filled with the things she found. She used the cover of the backpack to put some in the space to reduce the weight. Song Jinhe handed the backpack to Cheng Qianhuai with satisfaction.

"It's quite fun here. You can come here often when you get bored."

She was in high spirits, and when she came to the exit, she found that the Xu family and his son were already happily waiting for her at the door.

After handing in the corresponding number plate and receiving the deposit back, Song Jinhe looked at their full backpacks with curiosity.

"What did you change for? Why are there so many?"

Xu Yuesheng patted his backpack happily: "I bought books and stationery for Tiantian, clothes and jewelry for my sister and my mother."

Song Jinhe nodded, secretly sighing in his heart that the people in the Xu family were indeed harmonious enough. The children and women had never been disliked by his family, but had always been pampered and raised as treasures.

Seeing that they were heading home, Xu Qingkang said curiously: "Shouldn't we continue looking for the searchlight? Is it too early to go back now?"

Song Jinhe replied: "I plan to buy it from a stall owner in this market. I will come over tomorrow to discuss the price. Then we will have an extra layer of protection."

This was of course good news. The four of them went home as a team, and the road was smooth, and no one touched their bulging backpacks.

At least not in the downtown area.

Song Jinhe secretly smacked his lips. This market was indeed a success. It had such great prestige among the survivors that no one in the area of ​​responsibility dared to snatch supplies.

In the apocalypse, there are indeed many talents. Although ordinary people still make up the majority, there are also many people who can make a comeback with their abilities.

If Song Jinhe didn't have the jade bracelet space, he might not be able to achieve his current achievements in this life.

It can be seen that the person who founded this market is much more powerful than her.

After returning to Building 3, the two rested for a day, and left in a hurry the next night, but this time they did not take anyone with them.

The round moon hangs above the head, the moonlight is bright and bright, spreading a layer of brilliance on the ground.

The two shadows were thrown to the ground and walked through the streets with flashlights.

Perhaps it was because there were fewer people, but there were quite a few people who approached him unintentionally, but hurriedly ran away when they saw the sharp Tang Dao in Song Jinhe's hand.