The next morning, Fang Tian woke up, shook his heavy head, and noticed that Mo Qian was looking at him.
"Sister Erhei, did you take advantage of me last night?"
"Shut up! Change the medicine first."
"Where is this...wound?" Mo Qian removed the gauze on Fang Tian's chest and was extremely shocked. She saw that the wound had disappeared, leaving only a shallow scar.
"What a monster." Mo Qian continued: "Tell me about how you became stronger. I fell asleep before finishing last night."
Fang Tian told Mo Qian in detail about how he became an evolver. During his explanation, Mo Qian was amazed. These things had exceeded her imagination.
"Incredible, incredible."
"Look, I didn't lie to you when I said I would take you to the Survivor League. I have the strength."
"It turns out what he said at the beginning was true." Mo Qian felt warm in her heart when she thought of this.
Fang Tian simply had something to eat and then went to the organization to exchange for things. Now in the entire D107 area, materials are the hard currency, and coins have lost their value and are like waste paper. On the dilapidated streets, countless shops are empty, and some people just occupy them casually.
Putting out items that you don't need and exchanging items with others is called a storage store.
After going in and out of several stores, he was a little disappointed because there was nothing he wanted to exchange. He entered another store. The owner was an old man, reading an old newspaper from an unknown age with relish. He glanced around and found a note.
"Doomsday Survival Guide." Then he flipped through it and found a grading map of infected areas, with four levels A, B, C, and D representing different levels of infected areas. This was what he needed.
"This is good stuff." The old man, the shop owner, said without taking his eyes off the newspaper.
"It was just produced three years ago, and the information on it is probably inaccurate and of little reference value," Fang Tian said.
"That's also a good thing." The old man was rather stubborn.
"I'm a little interested. Although I won't use it, I'll keep it in my collection."
The old man raised his head: "Three days of food."
"That's crazy, a piece of crap needs three days' worth of food!"
"You can leave if you don't want to. No one is forcing you. If you want to exchange, it will be this price."
Did I show an expression of urgent need? It was probably the old man's intention. He said such an outrageous price was to judge whether I needed it. If I needed it, I would definitely make a counter-offer, so that he could take the initiative and make a lot of money.
Previous transaction.
Thinking of this, he stepped out and said, "It's just for collection and fun, so let's forget about the price."
This puts the old man in a dilemma. Should he continue to wait for someone to take advantage of him, or should he take the opportunity to sell it?
"When doing business, you need to negotiate the price. You tell me a price and I'll listen to it." The old man finally compromised.
"This note is really worthless. Who among us dares to leave the D107 area?" Fang Tian broke through the old man's defense step by step: "On the other hand, this note is all gray. I should be the first one to touch it.
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"Then, how much can you say?"
"I have 2 slices of bread and a piece of chocolate now. If you think it's okay, I'll take it."
"No! It's too little."
Fang Tian turned around without hesitation and walked out the door.
"Changed it, changed it. It's such a pity for such a good thing."
"The value in itself is not equal to the actual value."
After exchanging notes, he went to a store where weapons and equipment were displayed. The owner was repairing a radio. He looked up and said, "This is not where you should be. Get out."
Does this mean that I am poor?
"I have something to fix."
"What can you tell me?" The shopkeeper rolled his eyes.
Fang Tiansi took out the damaged walkie-talkie from his pocket and threw it to the shop owner: "Isn't this a good thing?"
"It's actually a walkie-talkie!" The shop owner said with excitement on his face. In the apocalypse, walkie-talkies are the only way to communicate over long distances, and they are extremely practical.
After checking it, the shop owner rolled his eyes and said, "It's broken and it can't be repaired."
"Can't you fix it?"
"I told you it couldn't be fixed!"
"In that case, please return the walkie-talkie to me."
"Walkie-talkie, what walkie-talkie?" The shopkeeper quickly put the walkie-talkie into his pocket.
This... looks like I've been hacked.
"Get out of here now, don't delay my business!" the shop owner said with a fierce look on his face.
"Don't force me to do it." Fang Tian took a step forward and his momentum began to increase.
At this time, the shop owner made an astonishing move. He lay on the ground and began to roll: "I'm robbing something, and I'm beating someone!"
Fang Tian was stunned: "What kind of operation is this?"
"You can't leave, or we'll attract the inspection team and you won't be able to leave even if you want to." The shop owner stopped crying and looked at Fang Tian with pride.
So that’s it. He pulled up a chair and sat down: “Go on, don’t worry about me.”
The shop owner was stunned for a moment and then started crying even harder, working very hard.
"What's going on!" Someone was attracted by the cry.
When the shop owner saw it, he got up and held on to the man's arm: "Brother Li, you're here. This kid came into the shop to grab things and beat people." It turned out to be someone from the organization.
"How interesting." Fang Tian mocked.
"Did I ask you to speak?" Brother Li rolled his eyes at Fang Tian and faced the shop owner: "You continue."
"Brother Li, look at his lawless attitude. He beats someone and refuses to admit it. He is so arrogant, so arrogant!"
"I know it well."
"The matter has been investigated clearly. You robbed other people's finances and beat them. It is really a heinous crime. Come back to the organization with me to accept sanctions." Brother Li stared at Fang Tian with squinted eyes.
Only then did Fang Tian understand that Brother Li and the shop owner were not good people: "What if we don't organize it?"
"It's simple. If you hit someone, you'll pay for it."
"What if we don't compensate and don't organize?"
"Then I think you're tired of living!" Brother Li touched the pistol on his waist and threatened Fang Tian.
"Brother Li, I think you should listen to what I have to say. If you still think so after I said it, then I admit it."
Brother Li glanced at the shop owner and gave him a no problem look and said, "Then just tell me."
Fang Tian narrated the story, and then the shop owner became excited: "Your walkie-talkie, that's mine!"
"How can I prove it's yours?" Fang Tian asked.
"Proof?" The shopkeeper laughed: "Isn't it enough to prove it in my hand?"
"Then do you know the serial number of this walkie-talkie?" Fang Tian continued to ask.
"Number?" The shop owner looked obviously stunned and rolled his eyes: "What does this have to do with whether it is yours." He really didn't know what the number was.
"But I know the serial number of this walkie-talkie." Fang Tian pretended to be surprised: "This walkie-talkie is not mine, but I know its serial number. Do you think this is magical or not?"
"Since it belongs to you, how did I know that this walkie-talkie is actually mine?" He looked at the shop owner and Brother Li with a faint smile.
The two of them were stunned at the same time, not knowing how to answer. The shop owner thought to himself: If this guy didn't cheat me, he might not know it. So he said, "Then just tell me."
"If I am right, will it prove that this walkie-talkie is mine?"
"Stop talking nonsense, talk quickly."
"SXE XXXXXXXXXX." Fang Tian said it exactly.
The shop owner was completely dumbfounded and looked at Brother Li at a loss for help. Brother Li hesitated for a moment, suddenly pulled out a pistol and put it to Fang Tian's head, and said fiercely: "Damn it, you have to force me to do it."
"Okay, okay?" Then he said to the shopkeeper: "Don't forget my share."
"I can't forget it, I can't forget it." The shop owner said with a flattering look on his face: "Then what should he do?"
"Beat him and throw him out!" Brother Li wanted to take action against Fang Tian as he spoke.
"I understand a truth." Fang Tian was extremely calm at the moment.
"What."
"That means you don't need to reason with dogs."
After saying that, he suddenly grabbed the pistol and slammed his knee. Brother Li fell to the ground in pain holding his stomach, and couldn't help but tremble. Then he pointed the gun at the shop owner: "Do you think so?"
"Brother, don't get excited. If there is any misunderstanding, we can talk it over slowly." The shop owner was extremely frightened when he saw the gun pressed against his head.
"What misunderstanding do we have?" Fang Tian looked at him teasingly.
"Brother, this... give this back." The shop owner trembled with his hands and respectfully handed the walkie-talkie to Fang Tian: "I am blind, please forgive me."
At this time, Brother Li struggled to stand up, his facial expression distorted: "Damn it! You dare to hit me, do you know what I do?"
With a bang, Fang Tian hit the radio on his head, and with the parts flying, Brother Li fell to the ground again, this time completely unconscious.
"That's a lot of nonsense." Fang Tian ignored the stunned shop owner and left.
"Brother Li, Brother Li, how are you!" In the shop, the owner's voice was crying.