Chapter 1503 "I Really Like This Place!" (5200 Words)

Entering the city wall did not go through a thorough search.

It was just that when Hong Gongcao and Gao Zhao and his group passed the gate, they were attracted by the words on a sign standing by the door.

It wrote the rules and regulations of the trading market, and after each rule and regulation, a "kill" was added, which made people shudder.

The group entered the city wall and continued to line up for inspection.

While queuing, Hong Gongcao and Gao Zhao gradually understood the situation in the trading market.

When they heard that several groups of people in the trading market had caused disasters due to private fights, they were secretly shocked.

However, for them, they originally just wanted to explore the situation around the oil city.

They never thought that a team of survivors they met two days ago would actually let them go in, and it would be better to go in and learn more about the oil city.

Soon.

The team lined up to Hong Gongcao and his group.

Hong Gongcao and others were carefully interrogated. They were well disguised. The guns, ammunition, walkie-talkies and other items on their bodies were buried in a mountain a few kilometers away from the oil city.

After the inspection, the inspectors let them pass.

Walked to the registration office.

Cao Le looked at the person in front of him and asked casually:

"Team name, how many people, leader name?"

Hong Gongcao suppressed his inner tension and answered as calmly as possible:

"No name, 9 people, Hong Gongcao."

"No name, just give it a random one, otherwise it will be difficult for me to register." Cao Le's tone was a little impatient, "Didn't you see the signs on both sides when you were queuing just now?"

Generally, when the survivors come in, there are several different signs hanging by the gate and on the way to the queue, which have some precautions about entering the city.

For example, what items cannot be brought into the city, and must be handed in if you want to enter the city.

What rules and regulations must be followed when entering the trading market, otherwise what penalties will be faced.

Tutorial on the use of points.

"Lao Gao, please give us a name. I'm a bad namer." Hong Gongcao turned his head and looked at Gao Zhao.

Gao Zhao spent a second thinking of a name, "Everyday Full Team, what do you think?"

This name has the temperament of an ordinary survivor.

"I think it's OK."

"Hello, our team is called Everyday Full Team."

Cao Le operated the computer to fill in the form, but after typing two words, a Everyday Full Team came out.

Helplessly, he had to say, "It's repeated, change it."

"Then, Everyday Full."

This time, there was no repetition.

Cao Le asked carefully: "Occupation, what are you good at, and where did you come from before, briefly introduce it."

Hong Gongcao told Cao Le a set of words that he had thought of long ago.

Cao Le had to face hundreds of survivors every day, with all kinds of occupations and experiences.

Hong Gongcao and his team's experience was not unusual.

After registering the name, age and occupation of each person in their team, Cao Le handed them a hand card, No. 78958.

This sign is bound to the "Everyday Eating" team. Their team uses points inside, or collects the confiscated prohibited items when leaving the city, all through this sign.

It took six or seven minutes just to register the identity information.

"Okay, the entry procedures are done, go in." Cao Le waved his hand.

He shouted to the back of them: "Next."

Every day, they have to face this kind of entry registration many times, but now it is easier than at the beginning.

At the beginning, basically every team that came in had to register one by one.

But as time went on, many teams that came in later had been registered before, and they only needed to add a personnel increase or decrease to make a mark, which would be much faster.

But now, basically there will be new teams entering the trading market every day.

Whenever a new team comes in, it will take longer to carefully register various information.

They took too long to register, and the long-haired young man Qiao He who had just chatted with them had already entered the trading market.

When they entered the trading market, they were stunned instantly.

In the trading market, on the neat three horizontal and three vertical main roads, towering street lamps stand like guards.

On both sides of the street lamps, neatly arranged houses are like tents in a military camp, simple and solid.

Opposite the gate is the commercial area of ​​the trading market, about dozens of meters away from the gate.

On both sides of the streets of the trading market, neat buildings are lined up, with shops, restaurants and various stalls, as if a miniature of the prosperity of the past.

The sounds of shouting and bargaining are intertwined, forming a unique symphony of this doomsday market.

The faces of pedestrians are either hurried footsteps, or teasing the drunkards lying on the ground.

In such a scene, Gao Zhao and others just stepped into this market city, their eyes are full of astonishment and disbelief.

They used to think that the end of the world means chaos and disorder, especially in the Central Plains where there are many zombies. This place has experienced countless natural disasters and zombie tides, and it must be bleak inside.

But I never thought that the people of Oil City could gather strength in desperation and build such an orderly market.

A market that is not much different from the ordinary small town market before the end of the world.

"New here?" A guard standing by the gate of the trading market saw this kind of shock on the faces of Hong Gongcao and others, not for 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 saw a group of people driving in.

He frowned and ran over, "Who told you to drive so fast? Which team are you from? Get down here."

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 or 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, with residential areas, industrial areas, transportation and warehouse areas, administrative areas, living areas, and commercial areas. The area is also It’s pretty 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.

"Brother Hong Hong, what should we do now?" Da Zhuang came over and asked.

Hong Gongcao looked at the residential area. He did not immediately answer Da Zhuang's words. Instead, he looked at Gao Zhao and asked, "Old Gao, let's 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 marveled.

"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 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. Later, more and more people came in, so a complete set of VIS guidance system was built, which can 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 sign in front of him, which clearly read "Living Residential Area".

Behind this side road, a huge ① is scrawled on the wall of the first house.

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, and a piece of paper is posted on the wall on the right: Housing Registration Office.

It was about thirty square meters inside. 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.

"Well, there are seven of you in the team. We just have 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 about the size of a palm with 27408 on it, 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 thunderstorm disaster 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 were working on the construction team.

In the beginning, they were all partners. After the reform of the trading market, they were directly divided into four levels of 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 Group and the Tattoo Gang, who were promoted to non-staff personnel, that is, 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 his men were only recruiting in the trade fair, not mandatory.

Most of the people affiliated with the northern forces actually didn't have to participate. After all, they had saved a lot of food in the two months of the thunderstorm disaster. With the food they originally had, they didn't have to take risks to get food.

However, the Dawn Group and the Tattoo Gang still participated.

This battle brought them great benefits.

It turned their original cooperative status into non-staff personnel, and after the five-level system was opened, they were established as third-level personnel.

Let the survivors who came to escape skip the fifth level and directly become fourth-level personnel.

Hong Gongcao looked at a sign on the table, which read Jiang Xin. This should be her name.

He handed the hand card in his pocket to the female staff.

Jiang Xin took the hand card and looked at the data in the computer. There was the information that Cao Le had just counted them, "Everyday Eating Team", "Nine people? "

Both Oil City and the Camphor Tree Base have LANs, which are relatively simple to build, but the coverage is relatively small, only a few thousand meters in radius, but it is enough to meet their needs at present.

Hong Gongcao nodded quickly, "Yes, nine people."

The female staff member operated the computer like a hotel receptionist before the end of the world.

Then she said to the two of them:

"Try to let your people live in one place, but a C-type room can only accommodate 7 people. There are nine of you, so you can only divide it into two rooms, and two people will live with others in the other room.

Building 29, 3rd floor, 305, you can live with seven people; 3rd floor, 307, can live with 2 people."

After receiving it, they were not allowed to choose or make any comments, and the note was directly printed out.

Hong Gongcao was a little confused. He took the note and 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 didn't even say thank you before leaving.

All the way they were observing the situation in the trading market.

They originally thought that there were so many people in the trading market, and it was a mixed bag, giving them a feeling that anyone could easily come in, but since they came in, there has been no one fighting or quarreling.

The public security is too good!

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 door, more like an enlarged version of a train sleeper.

The corridor was filled with a strong odor, which was the musty smell of clothes, food residues and foot odor.

Hong Gongcao frowned after smelling this smell. It was a bit smelly.

Since each room was open, they could see the people inside when they passed these places.

Perhaps because it was only three o'clock in the afternoon, there were not many people inside.

However, you can still see that there are men, women, children and the elderly here.

The weather is hot now, and many men are leaning against the corner with their bare chests.

The ground is not particularly dirty, I don't know Maybe someone cleans here regularly, so there is not much garbage on the floor.

Third floor.

They came to room 305, and at first glance, there was no window or bed.

The room was empty, and it was really just a shelter from the wind and rain.

But for most survivors, a safe environment at night is already very good.

Now once it is night outside, the wall-climbing zombies will run out, and they may be broken into by the wall-climbing zombies even if they stay in the basement.

But there is no need to worry about the trading market.

Full sense of security.

Hong Gongcao asked Dazhuang to take another team member to room 307, and he and Gao Zhao and others stayed in this room.

"If it really doesn't work, why don't we stay in a hotel?" Someone under his command 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 checked?"

Hong Gongcao nodded and said, "What Lao Gao said makes sense, listen to Lao Gao. "

Afterwards, Hong Gongcao asked two team members to stay here to watch the bedding and luggage, and he went with the others to visit the trading market.

During the visit to the market, he also wanted to try to use those points, but his biscuits were military compressed biscuits after all, and he was afraid of being exposed, so he did not exchange them.

Without points, there is no way to trade here.

In the trading market, private transactions are not allowed. Once discovered, the punishment is very severe.

Time passed.

In a blink of an eye, it was night.

At night, they finally understood why they wanted to see the night of the commercial district:

The apocalyptic trading market at night was brightly lit, and the neon lights outlined the outline of the wasteland with rough lines. The overwhelming metal texture and the dark gray-brown tone intertwined into a doomsday carnival picture.

The shops on both sides of the block were looming under the lights, exuding a decadent and wild charm.

At the door of the restaurant, the aroma of barbecue wafted. It was carefully cooked with unknown meat, but it unexpectedly attracted 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 end of the world.

The prostitutes soliciting customers on the street, with heavy makeup on their faces and wearing shabby but somewhat provocative clothes, were particularly dazzling under the lights.

While soliciting customers, they watched this absurd world with cold eyes. There was a hint of helplessness, a hint of indifference, and a hint of hopelessness for tomorrow in their smiles.

The industrial-style building exposed the original concrete and iron frame, and the huge gears and pipes were intertwined under the eaves, making a dull and rhythmic sound.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Da Zhuang sighed: "It's so lively here."

Seeing the sexy photos of Da Mimi posted on the Tingfeng Building, Hong Gongcao swallowed his saliva.

"Lao Gao, to be honest, I have an idol."

Lao Gao looked at him with disdain. At this moment, he didn't quite understand why the boss sent him here.

He whispered in his ear: "If the mission fails, we will all die!"

Hong Gongcao shuddered when he heard it, "That was in the past."

"But I really like this place. It's so lively, like the street in my hometown, so familiar."

(Seeking monthly tickets) (End of this chapter)