"Stop!"
On the platform, everyone was chattering because of the unprecedented cost-effectiveness, and they even started bidding against each other.
As the argunt grew increasingly heated, Lin Xian suddenly called a halt.
Imdiately, everyone quieted down.
Standing in the middle, Lin Xian glanced around and said loudly, "We have more stock, there’s no need to argue. We’re all just trying to survive."
Lin Xian wasn’t there to hold an auction, and these people were just ordinary survivors; he had no intention of squeezing them for profits.
These conditions were all thanks to his chanical Heart. He wasn’t looking for a one-off sale; he started to feel KIKI’s idea was indeed forward-thinking. If the Infinity’s reputation spread, they might be able to develop into a hub for weapons and resources. Then, it would beco easy to obtain whatever resources he needed, greatly securing the team’s survival.
After Lin Xian finished speaking, the tense atmosphere suddenly eased.
He looked at the two caravans who had been arguing, and directly addressed the middle-aged man and the young man: "We have two sets of car-mounted cannons and light machine guns. You each take one set, but I need canned food or biscuits in exchange."
"No problem."
The young man, hearing he could also get a set, imdiately perked up and ordered his n to open the trunk of the SUV. Inside, there were several boxes of canned food neatly stacked, appearing to be military supplies from the packaging.
Lin Xian noticed this detail because the other middle-aged man’s van also had canned food with the sa packaging.
"How did you get military rations?" Lin Xian asked, his gaze sweeping over them.
"Oh, that... we bought it from the Fu Lu Shou Team." The hat-wearing middle-aged man nad Liao Ming spoke frankly, "Most of the survivors here trade their goods with them, but their prices are a bit higher than yours."
"How much higher?" KIKI’s eyes lit up and asked.
"It’s okay, they have a lot of resources, almost everything, mostly standard official survival supplies,"
The young man, also from a large caravan nad Song Yubin, said gravely: "But the price of weapons and bullets has always been relatively high, so many people around here ca after hearing your radio to see if it’s really such a good deal."
The middle-aged man, Liao Ming, picked up an automatic rifle, pulled the bolt, checked it over, and nodded: "The quality of this gun is indeed good. Initially, I also thought you were baiting us, or it was all damaged goods."
"You can inspect every gun on site," Lin Xian said, "The quality is guaranteed, but the supply is limited. Canned food, biscuits, and dicines have priority. If really necessary, Blood Essence can be used in exchange."
"That’s not a problem."
Lin Xian lowered his gaze slightly and said to Chen Sixuan, "Teacher Chen, let’s proceed with the exchanges we discussed."
"Okay." Chen Sixuan nodded and said to everyone, "Those who want to buy guns, co over here. I’ll register you one by one."
The mbers from countless caravans surged forward at that mont, scrambling to exchange goods.
"We want to exchange for three sets of guns, and see if this detector can be repaired."
"We need two sets of guns, a shotgun, and a light machine gun, bullets..."
"What are the prices for your level 1 and level 2 water purifiers?"
Apart from food, there were also various dicines, Blood Essence; these idle weapons he planned to clear out in one go. So large caravan mbers even had their eyes on the light and heavy machine guns and the Roarer K23 Electric Revolving Gun. He also planned to "retrieve" them from the car; such heavy weapons could be exchanged for a lot of goods, but the only problem was the high demand for bullets.
As people crowded forward, Chen Sixuan beca busy instantly. KIKI and Shu Qin quickly went to help, and Da Lou, Lv Chang, and Miao Lu were all helping to transport weapons and ammunition.
Buzz~
At this mont, a series of urgent engine roars suddenly shattered the trading atmosphere. Due to caution, everyone imdiately stopped what they were doing and looked back vigilantly.
Outside the platform, over a dozen off-road vehicles and a transport truck, all with camouflage paint, broke through the iron gate set up by survivors to ward off zombies and directly ascended the platform.
Seeing this display, everyone retreated to their vehicles.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh, quickly, dozens of ard n got out of those vehicles in unison, with several vehicles even having mounted cannons on their roofs.
Bang.
At this mont, two people got out from the frontmost vehicle.
Leading them was a man in a red plaid shirt and a deep red suit, wearing frog-eye sunglasses, with a lean but sly look. He seed sowhat roguish.
The man got out of the car, imdiately stretched his neck and lifted his sunglasses, with an arrogant expression, heading towards Lin Xian. The people behind him followed with guns, exuding a nacing aura.
"Hey hey hey!"
"Are you the caravan from the radio, trading a gun for a box of biscuits?"
The lean man walked over from among the survivors who were about to trade, looking at Lin Xian with a scrutinizing gaze, chin raised, his tone a bit impatient.
"Yes." Seeing the unfriendly posture from the other party, Lin Xian’s expression turned cold.
"So, you’re the leader of the caravan?"
"It’s ."
"What do you guys want?" KIKI squinted her eyes, crossed her arms, and walked right up next to Lin Xian: "If you want to buy sothing, get in line!"
Lin Xian scanned the scene; this caravan was incredibly formidable, with dozens of people wielding high-power guns, and a mounted machine cannon on the vehicle. At the sa ti, behind this skinny guy with a rogue look, stood a...woman.
She had red cropped hair, distinct features, nearly six feet tall, and the tanned skin and sharply defined muscles under her tight vest gave off a healthy yet powerful vibe. If not for the bandages tightly wrapped around her chest, most people wouldn’t even realize she’s a woman.
The most crucial part was her right arm, which was a silver-black weapon-grade prosthetic, looking very formidable.
Among everyone, the one who caught the most attention was this woman who resembled a chanical soul warrior.
"Buy sothing?" the man arrogantly said, "Kid, do you know who I am?"
"No idea."
"They’re the Fu Lu Shou Team." At this point, a middle-aged man who had just dealt with Lin Xian chid in: "We’ve also bought stuff from them."
Quite a few other caravan mbers looked at this scene with odd expressions. Many had traded with the Fu Lu Shou Team before, and seeing the current situation, quite a few began guessing that Infinity’s cheap weapon prices had upset the Fu Lu Shou Team.
Lin Xian and Chen Sixuan exchanged glances. Well, well, looks like they’d run into their peers.
"Whoa! Where did you guys co from? Ever heard of the Fu Lu Shou Team? Do you understand the rules? Do you know that by offering such prices, you’re disrupting the post-apocalyptic market? And how many scrap guns do you have? Dare to shout prices on the radio, destroying the trust, friendliness, and harmony of the market environnt—can you bear that responsibility?"
Lin Xian swept his gaze over the crowd behind the man and frowned, "Survivors making trades among ourselves need your permission?"
"Hey!"
The man with sunglasses raised his hand, "Trading between survivors for what they need is normal, whether you exchange a gun for a slice of bread is your business. But when you advertise on the radio claiming you have this and that, and mark such low prices, that implies you have a bulk sale—it’s not a regular trade anymore. You are breaking the rules, understand?"
Chen Sixuan stepped forward and said coldly, "Isn’t that unreasonable? Do we have to sell at high prices?"
Upon hearing this, the sunglasses guy was annoyed, "Are you truly dumb or pretending? Today, a Starfire 26 tactical rifle with 120 rounds can be exchanged for just a box of cookies—then how do I sell my guns? Can my brothers eat? Other survivor teams could exchange a can of food, but now, maybe just half a can because of you. Is this just your business?"
Lin Xian placed a hand on Chen Sixuan’s shoulder, looked ahead, and said, "He ans we’re new, and don’t have much stock. Private trades are fine, but we can’t set prices on the radio—otherwise, it wrecks the market price."
The man in sunglasses looked at Lin Xian, nose in the air, "Exactly!"
"So, what do you want, threaten us?" KIKI wasn’t pleased, and imdiately stepped forward.
The dozen or so mbers of Infinity behind them instantly stopped what they were doing, circled around Lin Xian with a cold deanor, holding their weapons, poised to act on Lin Xian’s command.
The survivors who ca to trade all began retreating upon seeing this. Their expressions were complex; to them, buying from anyone was the sa, but Lin Xian’s prices were irresistibly tempting. From a profit standpoint, they certainly supported Infinity. However, they were well aware of the Fu Lu Shou Team’s strength, so quite a few could only dare to be angry but stayed silent, retreating far away.
anwhile, the dozens behind the man in sunglasses also raised their guns simultaneously, with the vehicle’s mounted machine cannon swinging around, echoes of bolts loading filled the air.
The red-haired woman behind him also remained silent at the sudden tension, clenching her fists as the independent servos of her prosthetic arm engaged, producing a slight hiss from the chanical joints.
The surge of electricity made blue sparks flicker around her knuckles.
"NO! NO! NO!, I’m a businessman, not a bandit!"
The man with sunglasses, seeing the tense atmosphere, scoffed, clapped his hands, and wow—behind him, his underlings swung open the truck’s doors to reveal the cargo bay filled to the brim with goods, neatly stacked. Upon seeing this, the other survivor teams’ mbers were wide-eyed and gasped in shock.
Such audacity, absolute audacity!
The man with sunglasses clearly relished the attention, arrogantly addressing Lin Xian, "Since you’ve announced the price today, well then, however many guns you have, I’ll take them all at your price, and then get lost!"
With those words, the faces of those on Infinity’s side completely changed. Not only was this insultful, but it’s outrageous to see such a blatant monopoly-clear out act in front of so many survivor teams. Each survivor team was similarly grim-faced.
Lin Xian nearly laughed at the words. Who would have thought they were dealing with post-apocalyptic rchants with principles. He imdiately nodded, "Oh, I see. You’re here for wholesale, huh. Alright."
"May I ask, what’s your na, boss?"
"The na of the team is my na, I’m called Fu Lu Shou!" the man with the sunglasses replied nonchalantly.
"Is your last na Fu?" Sha Sha popped out from behind Lin Xian in surprise.
"None of your business where I’m happy or not!"
"No, I an, is your surna Fu? That’s a rare last na."
"My surna is Fu, for ’Fortune’, ’Road’, and ’Longevity’!" The man with sunglasses felt slightly insulted, suddenly getting agitated.
"Fortune, Road, Longevity?"
"Is there a problem?"
The red-haired woman behind him couldn’t take it anymore and intervened with a low voice, "His last na is Hu, ’Mouth Moon Hu’, Hu Lushou."
"Hulushou, what a weird na." Sha Sha frowned and blurted out, while KIKI imdiately covered her mouth beside her, almost bursting into laughter.
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