The cities in the wasteland are often deserted, and even if there is a little lively movement, they are often the sound of gunfire. Martial law, solemnity and indifference are the monotonous perception of the world by survivors. In the city of Merida, far away from North America and even from the center of Mexico, the word "blood" has to be added.

But today, this perception has been broken.

Merida is a satellite city established by the "Incree" to relieve resource pressure. To put it bluntly, a place has insufficient resources, so everyone can only eat. However, the Yucatan area where Merida is located is originally desolate and undeveloped, and there is nothing except a few Mayan monuments.

The city of Merida gathered 500,000 slave workers. These people have no personal freedom, and it is good to have enough food, and there is no consumption capacity. However, there is still a "Incree" colonial group in the city, which still has some consumption capacity and has an extremely strong desire to buy.

Among the tens of thousands of tons of supplies shipped from Havana, some of them will be sold on site by the Governor of Alfonso in Merida. After all, this place is nominally the territory of the Mexican government. Zhou Qingfeng also needs the support and support of the locals.

Zhou Qingfeng did not use any special marketing methods. His method was very simple. He just needed to find trucks to transport things from the port to various traffic intersections in the city, and hired some people to set up stalls for sale.

To be honest, when boxes of goods were put out, people who were rushing on the road didn't even dare to come up and see them. Everyone should either go to work or go home quickly and resolutely not stop on the dangerous streets.

Zhou Qingfeng originally thought that as soon as the goods were launched, it would trigger a sales frenzy, but the reality was that there was a lot of cars and horses in front of the door. He ran to a sales point himself and saw two Mexicans in charge of sales standing next to the car, dazed!

Going crazy...

You guys will die if you shout twice!

He shouted, but no one listened.

Well, not all Americans know Spanish.

Zhou Qingfeng had to order people to find wooden boards to write the words for the sale of goods, and to match the product name and price. In the end, he had to find an interpreter. After all, the hired workers he found were all Mexicans who didn't understand English.

As a result, some people finally felt curious when they looked at the sales car on the side of the road. They ran over to see the goods and their eyes lit up, "Is this pickled whale meat? Two pounds per dollar? It looks good."

Food is always the most scarce material in wasteland, especially the low temperature in nuclear winter to produce all agricultural products and large numbers of livestock die. People will not miss any opportunity to stockpile food.

The marinated whale meat retains most of the fat of the whale. This meat is not too good and is too greasy. No one eats this thing before the catastrophe because the fat is too high and unhealthy. And what is more attractive than a piece of fat now? It must be two pieces of fat.

"How much fat do you have? I want it all." The first customer was excited. There were several people and children in his family, and they had to worry about food every day. But even the colonists of "Incree" could only obtain food by ration.

Malnutrition is the enemy of everyone!

"I want it all, really! I want it all." The first customer waved his hands excitedly. He took out a few yellow dollar gold coins from his pocket and asked to buy all the whale meat.

"Incredley" once tried to restore the supply of US dollar bills, but was used by the Iron Brotherhood to cheat the fake and fake banknotes. Now everyone uses precious metal currencies to trade. And in terms of currency value, it is consistent with the "Aurora Legion" that restores metal currencies.

The translator who acted as a salesperson took the gold coins he took out and ordered the Mexican employee: "Cut twelve pounds of marinated whale meat for this gentleman."

The tart cloth on the wooden basket was lifted up, and there were large pieces of meat inside. The first customer was stunned when he saw these pieces of meat. He thought he was just lucky to meet a black market dealer selling a small amount of supplies, but now it seems that this is a stall for public sales.

"You actually have so many goods?" The customer was full of surprise, and it was incredible. Now the shops have long disappeared, all the goods have been swept away, and citizens often have no place to spend some money, because all the materials are controlled by bureaucracies for distribution.

A large piece of greasy whale meat was held in his hand, and the first customer to visit was even a little scared, "I will definitely be robbed if I am seen like this. God knows if someone will shoot me for this? The murder of people for food is not new."

"We can send you back." For the sake of the first customer, the translator called two guards from the Governor's Office on the walkie-talkie and sent the other party home.

The happy scene of holding the meat piece and returning home with a smile on his face has become the biggest advertisement at the sales site. Anyone who sees it rushed up to ask where the meat piece came from?

“Born?”

"Two pounds per dollar?"

“Where is it?”

There is no need for any publicity now. As long as the person who heard the news rushed towards the truck at the sales point with all his might. In just a few minutes, hundreds of people surrounded the truck.

"Come in line, don't squeeze." The salesperson had to shout. Fortunately, Zhou Qingfeng sent his Governor's Guard to maintain order, so that the scene could be avoided and the cargo was robbed.

In this winter, a long team appeared on the street, with hundreds of people coming in at a distance of dozens of meters long, and people were constantly joining. Everyone tried their best to spend their money, regardless of the price of the goods, and they tried their best to buy and hoard.

"Meat, I want meat, give me the biggest piece."

"The fattest one is the best, I want fat."

"The meat is sold out? Then what else do you have? Matches and soap? Well, both of them are OK, I want them both."

The food on the truck was sold out at the first time, and the salesperson had to loudly state that it would continue to be supplied tomorrow, but people didn't believe it at all. Some people even cried because they didn't buy meat, while more people tried their best to sweep other goods.

In less than an hour, in fact, in just half an hour, a truck full of goods was emptied, in exchange for a basket of gold and silver coins. But the customers who wanted to buy still refused to leave and kept asking when the next time they were sold?

"It's gone today, please come again tomorrow. We will come again tomorrow at 8 o'clock in the morning." The salesperson was almost unable to leave, and had to repeatedly publicize his identity and cargo reserve status. "We are a sales team established by Governor Alfonso, and the goods are still sufficient. Don't worry, don't worry!"
Chapter completed!