There was no careful search when entering the barbican city.
But when Hong Gongcao, Gao Zhao and his party passed by the gate, they were attracted by the words on a sign standing beside the gate.
The rules and regulations of the trading market are written on it. After each rule and regulation, the word "kill" is added, which is frightening to see.
The group entered Wengcheng and continued to line up for inspection.
While queuing up, Hong Gongcao and Gao Zhao gradually learned more about the situation in the trading market.
When they heard that several groups of people had been killed due to private fights in the trading market, the two of them were secretly frightened.
But for them, they originally just wanted to come to the Oil City to investigate the situation.
I never thought that I would learn from a team of survivors I met two days ago that I could go in. It would be better if I could go in and learn more about the Oil City.
soon.
The team then reached Hong Gongcao and the others.
Hong Gongcao and others were carefully interrogated, and their disguises were adequate. The guns, ammunition, walkie-talkies and other items they had were buried on a mountain a few kilometers away from the oil city.
After the inspection was correct, the inspectors allowed them to pass.
Went to the registration desk.
Cao Le looked at the person in front of him and asked casually:
"The name of the team, how many people there are, and the name of the leader?"
Hong Gongcao suppressed the nervousness in his heart and replied as calmly as possible:
"No name, 9 people, Hong Gongcao."
"I don't have a name, just pick one, otherwise it will be difficult for me to register here." Cao Le said in a somewhat impatient tone, "Didn't you see the signboards on both sides when you were queuing just now?"
Generally, when survivors come in, there are several different signboards hanging at the gate and along the queue, which write some precautions about entering the city.
For example, what items cannot be brought into the city and must be handed in before entering the city.
What regulations must be followed when entering the trading market, otherwise what penalties will be faced?
Tutorial on using points.
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"Lao Gao, please give me a name. I'm a sucker for naming." Hong Gongcao turned his head and looked at Gao Zhao.
Gao Zhao took a second to think of a name, "Eat Everyday Team, what do you think?"
This name is very reminiscent of an ordinary survivor.
"I think it's okay."
"Hello, our team's name is: Eat Every Day Team."
Cao Le used the computer to fill in the information, but after typing out only two words, a team that was fed every day came out.
Helpless, he had no choice but to say, "It's repeated, change it."
"Then, eat every day."
This time, there is no repetition.
Cao Le asked carefully: "Professional, what you are good at, and where you are from before, please give a brief introduction."
Hong Gongcao told Cao Le a set of words that he had planned for a long time.
Cao Le faces hundreds of survivors every day, with various professions and experiences.
Hong Gongcao's experience with them was not unusual.
After registering the names, ages, and occupations of everyone in their team, Cao Le handed them a hand card, number 78958.
This sign is bound to the "Tiantian Eat Support" team. Their team uses points there, or collects prohibited items they collect when leaving the city, all through this sign.
It took six or seven minutes just to register the identity information.
"Okay, the formalities for entering the city have been completed, let's go in." Cao Le waved his hand.
Shouting behind them: "Next."
I have to face this kind of city registration many times every day, but it is easier to do now than when I first started.
At the beginning, basically every team that came in had to register one by one.
But as time goes by, many teams that come in later have registered before. You only need to add a person to mark the increase or decrease, and the speed will be much faster.
But now, there are new teams entering the trading market basically every day.
Whenever a new team comes in, it will take a longer time because various information must be carefully registered.
It took them too long to register, and Qiao He, the long-haired young man they were chatting with just now, had already entered the trading market.
Entering the trading market, they were instantly confused.
In the trading market, on the neatly arranged three-horizontal and three-vertical main road, towering street lamps stand like guards.
On both sides of the street lights, neatly arranged houses resemble tents in a military camp, simple and sturdy.
Directly opposite the gate is the commercial area of the trading market, about tens of meters away from the gate.
On both sides of the streets of the trading market, there are regular buildings lined up, shops, restaurants and various stalls, which seem to be the epitome of the prosperity of the past.
The sounds of shouting and bargaining intertwined together to form a unique symphony in this apocalyptic market.
The faces of passers-by may show the hurried footsteps, or they may look at the drunken man lying on the ground teasing...
In this scene, Gao Zhao and others had just stepped into this market city, and their eyes were full of astonishment and disbelief.
They once thought that the end of the world meant chaos and disorder, especially in the Central Plains where there were so many zombies. This area had experienced countless natural disasters and zombie waves, so it must be a bleak place.
But I never thought that the people of Oil City could gather strength in desperate situations and build such an orderly market.
A market that is not much different from an ordinary town market before the apocalypse.
"New here?" A guard standing by the gate of the trading market saw this shock on the faces of Hong Gongcao and others. This was not the first time.
Every survivor who enters the trading market for the first time will basically have this unseen expression on his face.
The guards are used to it.
"Yes, we are new here." Hong Gongcao quickly came over.
While looking at the guards in front of him, they were strong, wearing uniforms and holding automatic rifles in their hands.
One of the guards pointed with his right hand, "Look at the sign on the right. If you just trade here and don't spend the night here, you can just trade directly in the commercial area.
But if you want to stay here tonight, then you should go to Room 101, Floor 1, Building 1, East District Living Residential Area, to register, and someone will arrange a place for you to stay tonight.
Of course, if you have enough capital, you can also stay in a hotel in the business district."
After saying that, he stopped talking to Mr. Hong and the group of people and saw a car driving in.
He frowned and ran over, "Who told you to drive so fast? Which team are you from? Get down..."
Hong Gongcao and Gao Zhao looked at each other and led their men to the right.
I saw a row of notice boards on the right. The pillars of the notice board were made of wood. The wood was very thick, about forty to fifty centimeters in diameter.
There are several notice boards with maps of the trading market, rules of the trading market, and procedures for using points....
Looking at the map of the trading market, Hong Gongcao thought to himself: "Damn, their oil city has a very reasonable and complete plan, including residential areas, industrial areas, transportation and warehouse areas, administrative areas, living areas, and commercial areas. The area is also large.
Quite big..."
Despite their strong strength in the northwest, the wall is indeed not as high as theirs, and the area is not as large.
After all, there are relatively few zombies in the northwest, and the land is vast and sparsely populated, so there is no need to build such a high wall.
"Hong...Brother Hong, what should we do now?" Da Zhuang came over and asked.
Hong Gongcao looked at the residential area and did not immediately answer Da Zhuang's words. Instead, he looked at Gao Zhao and asked: "Old Gao, go to the residential area first? How about we stay in the trading market for a few days to get familiar with it?"
Gao Zhao stared at the rules for using points and was amazed.
"Okay, let's go to the residential area first. There are experts here at the trading market. The points system formulated perfectly realizes the function of currency, and invisibly enhances the influence of the Oil City."
A group of people followed the signs on the road,
The trading market is quite large, covering an area of several thousand acres. It is difficult to find the corresponding location without anyone's guidance.
At the beginning, every time people came into the trading market, they would be familiarized with it. As more and more people came in later, a complete set of VIS guidance systems were built, which could pass the instructions at various locations in the trading market.
Cards, reminder cards, maps, find where you want to go.
Hong Gongcao looked at the huge signboard in front of him, which clearly read "Living Residential Area".
Behind this side road, the first house has a huge 1 scrawled on the wall.
Obviously, this building is Building No. 1.
So he said to the people behind him: "This is it."
He led his men to this six-story building.
Entering the lobby on the first floor, you will see an eye-catching sign on the wall of the lobby with an arrow: --> Turn right to register for housing.
Hong Gongcao asked the other brothers to stay outside the door, and he and Gao Zhao turned right according to the sign.
The first room you turn right has Room 101 written on it. There is a piece of paper on the wall on the right: Housing Registration Office.
It was about thirty square meters inside, and there were two people sitting there, and there seemed to be two waves of new people inside registering information.
They went in and listened to them talk.
"Well, there are seven of you in the team, and there is just a C-shaped room available, which can accommodate seven people. Your team can all stay in it. Building 27, on the 4th floor, the room number is 408."
The printer printed out a small piece of paper with 27408 on it, only the size of a palm, and the staff handed it to them.
Hong Gongcao hurried over and said, "Hello, we are staying here tonight."
The female staff member behind the desk glanced at the two of them and said, "Take out your cards."
This staff member was from the Dawn Regiment, a former affiliated force in the North.
Now she is working here with another non-staff member who came from the headquarters base.
People like them fled here before the natural disaster of thunderstorms and started building city defenses, and have stayed there until now.
They were the earliest builders of the trading bazaar.
And, until now, most of them have been working on construction teams.
In the beginning, they were all partners. After the reform of the trading market, they were directly divided into four-level members. They enjoyed permanent residence rights and some basic rights and interests, and there was no fee to enter and exit the trading market.
But some teams are special, such as the Dawn Regiment and the Tattoo Gang. They were promoted to non-staff personnel, that is, the third-level personnel here. At the same time, Special Order joined the escort team.
The Dawn Group, the Tattoo Gang, and the Cave were the first three forces to come to the trading bazaar. However, because someone in the cave force violated the regulations, the incident caused quite a big fuss, and in the end they lost the opportunity to be promoted to non-staff.
In addition, when the zombie wave surrounded the trading market before, Tong Rugui from the Dawn Group and Chen Dachui from the Tattoo Gang brought their people to the scene to stop the zombies.
At that time, Ju Tianrui and the others were only recruited in the trading market, not mandatory.
In fact, most people from the affiliated forces in the north do not need to participate. After all, a lot of food was saved during the two months of the previous thunderstorm disaster. Plus the food they originally owned, they did not need to take risks to obtain food.
However, Daybreak Group and Tattoo Gang still participated.
This battle brought them great benefits.
Their original status as collaborators was changed to non-staff personnel, and after the opening of the five-level system, they were established as third-level personnel.
Let those survivors who come in to escape cross level five and directly become level four personnel.
Hong Gongcao looked at a sign on the table with the word "Jiang Xin" written on it. This should be her name.
He handed the card in his pocket to the female staff member.
Jiang Xin took the cards from his hand and looked at the data in the computer. On it was the information that Cao Le had just counted about them, "Eat every day to support the team," "Nine people?"
Both Petroleum City and Da Zhangshu Base have local area networks, and the establishment of the local area network is relatively simple. However, the coverage area is relatively small, only a few kilometers in radius, but it is currently enough to meet their needs.
Hong Gongcao nodded quickly, "To nine people."
Bah bah bah, the female staff member operated the computer like a hotel receptionist before the apocalypse.
Then he said to the two of them:
"Try to let your people live in the same place, but a C-type room can only accommodate 7 people. There are nine of you, so it can only be divided into two rooms. Two people have to share another room with others.
Building No. 29, 305 on the 3rd floor, you can accommodate seven people; 307 on the 3rd floor, you can accommodate 2 people."
After collecting it, they were not allowed to choose or make any comments, and they just typed out the note.
Hong Gongcao was a little confused. He took the note and originally wanted to say something, but he hesitated.
After all, living here is free, and I don’t know what the environment is like.
"Thank you." Gao Zhao pulled Hong Gongcao out and said thank you before leaving.
.......
They were observing the situation in the trading market along the way.
They originally thought that there were so many people in the trading market, a mixed bag of good and bad, giving them the feeling that anyone could come in easily, but now that they have entered, no one has fought or argued with them.
Good security is a bit too much!
According to the numbers on the paper, they found Building 29.
"Lao Gao, this should be here, let's go." Gao Zhao said to Hong Gongcao next to him.
Hong Gongcao nodded. The layout of this building is somewhat like a tube building.
However, each room has no doors and is more like an enlarged version of a train sleeper.
There was a somewhat strong odor permeating the corridor, which was a mixture of musty smell from clothes, food residue and foot odor.
After Hong Gongcao smelled the smell, he frowned, it was a bit smelly.
Since each room is open, they can see the people inside as they pass by.
Maybe it's because it's only around three o'clock in the afternoon and there aren't many people inside.
However, you can still see that there are men, women, children and elderly people here.
The weather is hot now, and many men are leaning against the wall with their shirts off.
The floor is not particularly dirty. I wonder if someone cleans here regularly. There is not much garbage on the floor.
Third floor.
They came to room No. 305, and at first glance, there was not a window or a bed.
The room was empty, and it really could only provide shelter from the wind and rain.
But for the vast majority of survivors, an environment that can provide a safe environment at night is already very good.
Now when it's night outside, the wall-climbing zombies come out. Even if they stay in the basement, they may be broken in by the wall-climbing zombies.
But there is no need to worry about it in the trading market.
A sense of security.
Hong Gongcao asked Da Zhuang to take another team member to room 307, while he, Gao Zhao and others stayed in this room.
"If it doesn't work out, why don't we stay in a hotel?" someone suggested.
Gao Zhao glanced at him and whispered: "Do we look like people who can afford to stay in a hotel? What if we are investigated?"
Hong Gongcao nodded and said: "What Lao Gao said makes sense, listen to Lao Gao."
Later, Hong Gongcao asked two team members to stay here to look at the bedding and luggage, while he asked the others to visit the trading market.
During the visit to the market, he also wanted to try using those points, but the biscuits he had were military compressed biscuits after all, and he was afraid of exposing the fillings, so he did not redeem them.
Without points, there is no way to trade here.
In the trading market, private transactions are not allowed, and the punishment will be severe if found.
Time passes.
It was night in a blink of an eye.
It was only at night that they finally understood why they wanted to see the business district at night:
The apocalyptic trading market at night is brightly lit, and neon lights outline the outline of the wasteland with rough lines. The overwhelming metallic texture and dark taupe tones interweave into a picture of a doomsday carnival.
The shops on both sides of the block are looming under the lights, exuding a decadent and wild charm.
At the entrance of the restaurant, the aroma of barbecue wafts, which is carefully cooked with unknown meat, but it unexpectedly attracts every hungry soul passing by.
The neon sign of the bar flashed with seductive light, and low music and suppressed laughter came from inside, as if it was a mockery of this apocalypse.
The prostitutes soliciting customers on the street wear heavy makeup on their faces and wear shabby but provocative clothes, which look particularly dazzling under the light.
While they are soliciting customers, they are watching this absurd world with cold eyes. There is a trace of helplessness, a trace of indifference, and a trace of hopelessness for tomorrow in their smiles.
The industrial-style building exposes the original concrete and iron frames, and huge gears and pipes intersect under the eaves, making a dull and rhythmic sound.
Looking at the bustling crowd, Da Zhuang sighed: "It's so lively here."
Hong Gongcao swallowed hard when he saw the sexy photos of Da MiMi posted on Tingfeng's building.
"Lao Gao, to be honest, I have an idol."
Lao Gao looked at him with disgust. At this moment, he didn't quite understand why the boss sent him here.
She put it close to his ear and whispered: "If the mission fails, we will all die!"
Hong Gongcao trembled when he heard this, "That was before."
"But I really like this place...it's so lively, it seems like the street in my hometown, it's so friendly."
