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Chapter 1023 Inventory

"What the hell, why is there so much cooking oil here?"

When Qin Ming reported the discovery, everyone in the advance team expressed extreme shock. This was not one or two barrels, but at least two hundred and forty barrels. These oil barrels were piled in a building complex near the palace square, and some were even

It was loaded onto the delivery truck and not unloaded at all.

Palm oil is the world's largest edible oil in both production and consumption. Ordinary Chinese may be unfamiliar with it, but it is actually widely used in the food industry. More than thirty tons of palm oil is a huge amount in the end of the world.

wealth.

You must know that in order to provide enough oil for the legion members and ensure that everyone can work normally in society, Zhou Qingfeng produced the 'Supreme' instant noodles that are heavy in oil and salt, and now these more than 30 tons of palm oil are considered an important oil supply.

Regarding Qin Weidong's confusion and questions, Mr. Fuller, who was rescued, gave a guess with a wry smile, "Luanda is the largest city and important port in Angola, with a lot of cargo transportation. This batch of palm oil may be from the time of the catastrophe."

Just got robbed.

In the past year, the city of Luanda, which originally had a population of nearly 10 million, suffered a devastating disaster. A large number of people died and dispersed. The tragedy can be seen from the skeletons scattered all over the city. Now in such a large city, only

Tens of thousands of people barely survived, and many things were completely forgotten.

These palm oils may have changed many owners. The upper-level people have no worries about food and drink, so they naturally have no motivation to search these littered stocks. The lower-level people are prohibited from touching the warehouse area where the loot is stored, and naturally no one notices it.

they.

For the thugs who are entrenched in the city, their life is to rob, rob, kill, and clearing inventory is not what they have to consider. I am not mocking the indigenous people here, they do not have this skill at all."

The advance team agreed with this guess. After all, based on what they have seen so far, too many people have died in Luanda. But now looking at the area of ​​houses mixed with garbage and treasures, it is very exciting - this area is not

There should be other good things in the conspicuous place.

"That means we can still find more supplies?" Qin Weidong asked.

Mr. Fuller nodded, "Theoretically, there are more things waiting for us to discover."

Qin Weidong continued to ask: "We only captured the territory of a certain group of thugs in the city, right? There are more than twenty groups, and there should be more similar forgotten treasures, right?"

Mr. Fuller was stunned, but nodded, "Theoretically yes. But you don't have enough team members. It's impossible to go through all the territory in the city, let alone be hostile to all the forces.

And I must also remind you that although you are nice to those black slaves, they may not be grateful. The black people here are either extremely simple or extremely cunning. I have met many black liars. They can be extremely submissive and then turn around.

betray you."

This is indeed true. The Aurora Legion encountered similar problems in Havana. The Legion Commander was once furious about this. One of the reasons for the rectification movement was to deal with those lazy blacks and Latin Americans.

However, considering that large-scale African expedition personnel will arrive in the future, Qin Weidong felt that it was still necessary to clean up the area currently under control. He ordered: "Organize specialized personnel to clean up this area, block information at the same time, and be responsible for cleaning up."

The slaves are not allowed to leave again.”

The specialized personnel were naturally Qin Ming and Fuller, who each led twenty slaves to work. For safety reasons, all slaves were shackled and if they escaped they would be shot immediately.

The work of cleaning up and taking inventory continued, which was tiring but also very gratifying. The thugs entrenched in the Palace Square threw a lot of things at the place where they had stored looted items. Qin Ming even found shriveled items among the messy piles. of fruits and vegetables, and even corpses.

Angola's economy is dominated by agriculture. This land of more than one million square kilometers can fully support a strong country. Unfortunately, most of the people here are extremely poor. There are many goods shipped to Luanda for export. Currently, large amounts of goods are accumulated in garbage dumps.

"This is completely 'dark under the light'." Qin Ming was delighted but also extremely surprised. He actually found several more container trucks among a pile of building ruins.

"The thugs here think about going outside to rob things all day long, but they never think that good things are right next to them." The container on the car was not opened at all after it was robbed. When Qin Ming ordered the slaves to use hydraulic pliers to cut the steel So, what was stored inside turned out to be...

Big bags of Angolan coffee beans.

Coffee is very expensive now and is an absolute luxury. Only the upper class can enjoy it. The end of the world has widened the status between people. When the people at the bottom are hungry, the people at the top are squandering as much as they want.

People with status will even intensify their search for items that highlight their status, and Westerners' habit of drinking coffee will not be easily thrown away. Whether it is enjoyed within the legion or used for export, this batch of coffee is of great value.

"The climate and soil in Angola are suitable for coffee growth, and the export volume is large." Mr. Fuller appeared at the right time. He picked up a bag, opened it, grabbed a handful of coffee beans, and exclaimed: "This is Robest coffee, high quality." First-class. Even before the catastrophe, it was a hot commodity in the international market."

"There are five standard containers here." Qin Ming held a crowbar in his hand as a baton and shouted to the slave behind him: "Open them all."

All five containers were filled with coffee. Mr. Fuller wrote down the approximate quantity and storage location of the coffee in his little notebook, and then ordered it to be sealed.

"Hey...boy, why are the rooms and containers I open filled with worthless things, but you can always find these valuable goods?" Mr. Fuller was quite depressed. He had just found a room filled with piles of valuables. Potatoes that are full of sprouts and then rot are worthless.

"I'm young, so I'm very lucky. Hahaha...!" Qin Ming became more and more excited. This kind of treasure hunt in the garbage dump was so interesting. To explain this, Mr. Fuller could only scratch his head and sigh.

More and more things were found next, and Mr. Fuller finally gained something. He found cans of cane sugar and large bags of corn. The cane sugar was relatively well preserved, but some of the corn had sprouted, so he finally decided to throw it to the slaves for improvement. Meals.

In addition, while cleaning up a garbage mountain, Qin Ming found a large number of small commodities. Household items such as slippers, clothes and hats, toothpaste and toothbrushes, pots and pans, and even shampoo and baby products.

"These things were undoubtedly stolen from supermarkets." Mr. Fuller found a can of baby milk powder and lamented again, "Generally, those who open supermarkets in Luanda are Chinese. Their fate may not be good."

Slaves are responsible for selecting usable items for re-storage, while there are also a large number of moldy goods that can only be discarded as rubbish. Qin Ming picked up a photo among the rubbish - the background of the photo was the word "福" hanging upside down at the door of his house, a Chinese

family of three are laughing happily in front of their home.

There is also a small black bloody handprint on the photo, maybe... it was left by a child.


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