Chapter 1602 This Grandson, He Doesn’t Recognize Me Anymore After He Got Rich?

October 13th.

Half past seven in the morning.

Before the gate of the trading market was opened, two thousand workers had gathered to dig trenches. Among the bustling crowd, Zhang Feng and Dai Xiaobing stood in the same row.

"I can earn 0.65 points again today!" Zhang Feng said enthusiastically.

Dai Xiaobing asked: "Brother Feng, how much wine did you drink yesterday?"

"Just two cups, twenty liang, not enough."

"How much does a cup cost?"

"0.3 points for a cup and 3 points for a bottle. What I drank was sweet potato roast. If it was blended with industrial alcohol, it would be 0.1 points for a cup and 1 point for a bottle."

Dai Xiaobing clicked his tongue and said in amazement: "It's really expensive. Did you use all the points you earned yesterday?"

"Well, if you burn two sweet potatoes, you'll get 0.6 points, and there's almost 0.05 points left." Zhang Feng nodded.

Dai Xiaobing pondered for a long time. He was afraid that reminding Brother Feng would make him unhappy and ruin his interest in drinking.

But he felt that Brother Feng was very kind to him and his sister. No matter whether Brother Feng listened to some words or not, he still had to remind them when they should.

"Brother Feng."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"How many points have you saved now?"

"Forehead"

Zhang Feng thought for a moment and took out a small slip from his pocket, "Here, there are 2 points left."

Dai Xiaobing was surprised when he heard this. He went on a mission to collect supplies with Zhang Feng.

His sister was still young, only thirteen years old, so she couldn't help much. He mainly relied on him to earn points, but the consumption was two people.

In other words, the points Dai Xiaobing earns are actually about the same as Zhang Feng, and sometimes even less than Zhang Feng earns.

Moreover, he has two people to support, himself and his sister.

However, he had already saved more than a dozen points, and Zhang Feng, alone, only saved two points!

It has been more than three months since the thunderstorm disaster, and I have only saved two points, which is equivalent to not saving much!

"Brother Feng."

Dai Xiaobing persuaded with earnest words:

"Let me give you a suggestion. I think we still need to save some points in our hands. Otherwise, if we encounter some difficulties, it will be difficult if we don't have points later."

"Think about how hungry we are during thunderstorms and natural disasters."

"Don't think I'm verbose. I've told you this countless times. I really wish you well, Brother Feng."

Zhang Feng looked at Dai Xiaobing with sincere eyes and said with a carefree smile:

"I actually have enough life."

"It's really tiring to live in the apocalypse for so many years. I just want to enjoy myself now. If I really get to that point, I'll just die."

"But at least I can still be happy before I die, but I do want to save some points and go to Tingfeng Tower a few times! Hahaha."

When Dai Xiaobing heard what Zhang Feng said, he sighed helplessly.

He has tried to persuade her many times, but Brother Feng didn't listen every time.

But everyone has their own choice.

No matter how difficult it is, some people will work hard to overcome the difficulties and survive.

But some people feel that living in pain for a long time is not as good as living in peace and joy for a while.

Zhang Feng is the latter.

The two people have different ideas and cannot convince each other.

The two also represent most people in the trading market, two extremes.

Either he is saving to the extreme on Souchou and saving points for emergencies.

The other part is to use the hard-earned points to spend a lot of time, buy wine, and go to Tingfeng Tower to feel comfortable.

Or go to the duel ring to gamble, looking forward to giving it a try. Bicycles can turn into motorcycles, and motorcycles can turn into cars. With small things, you can make a big difference.

well.

Dai Xiaobing sighed leisurely and gave no more persuasion.

"Out of town, out of town."

8am.

The door of the trading market is officially opened.

The crowded flow of people walked towards Wengcheng.

Chen Er took a loudspeaker and shouted: "Don't crowd, line up, and get out of the city!"

"Those over there, don't come over. Wait until they get out before you go out again!"

The group of survivors who left the city in the distance were stunned when they heard Chen Er's shout.

"Is this calling us?"

"What's going on, why are you still not allowed to leave the city? Why!"

"What do these people do?"

"You are from aliens, right? You don't know about such a big thing as building a water plant? These people are all workers on call. Damn, I really envy them. They are benefiting steadily, and I still have to run out to search for supplies. , it’s hard to say whether you can find it or not.”

"I went on a long journey and just came back yesterday. The water plant? The water plant is great. How many points can these people get?"

“0.65 points a day!”

The man in the black hat heard this and said nonchalantly: "It's average, not as high as I expected."

Another man in a gray undershirt added:

"Eat included."

The man in the black hat's eyes changed a little, "It's pretty good. It also includes food. It's better than searching for supplies outside."

The man in the sweatshirt continued: "They get contribution points!"

"What the hell!" The man in the black hat's eyes suddenly shone.

The eyes looking at the group of workers were full of envy.

The reason why he traveled far away to perform tasks was to complete some tasks that contributed points.

If he wants to be promoted to level 4 personnel, he can only achieve it by contributing a certain number of points.

It's hard work and taking huge risks to go out and perform tasks.

Fuck!

These people digging ditches nearby, a job that requires no technical skills and purely depends on hard work, actually have contribution points!

Damn!

The black hat man was unbalanced, he felt that he had missed 100 million!

"Fuck! Why don't I, Lao Zhao, have such an opportunity!"

The gray sweatshirt man sighed:

"This job is in high demand, I didn't get it, and you may not be able to get it either. There are too many monks and too little meat. There is no way. Let's go out and collect supplies honestly. I hope this time I can give me a surprise."

After saying that, he didn't wait for the black hat man's answer for a long time, and turned his head to look.

He saw Lao Zhao still staring at the workers.

So he asked: "Lao Zhao, you just went out and came back yesterday. Don't you plan to take a rest for two days?"

The black hat Lao Zhao shook his head and said:

"No, I."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he stopped.

"I want to quickly advance to level 4, so I have to work harder and go out more often. There's nothing I can do, alas."

In fact, he found a place where there is a high probability that there will be things that are continued in the mission hall, and taking things can exchange for a lot of contribution points.

But how can he tell others about this kind of thing?

So as soon as he opened his mouth, he reacted and changed his excuse.

The man in the gray sweatshirt didn't hear this, and said with some envy:

"Damn, do you know that guy Gong Huo?"

"I know, what's wrong with him?" Black hat Lao Zhao asked nonchalantly.

The man in the gray sweatshirt said in an exaggerated tone:

"He went to Suicheng County a few days ago and found dozens of tablets, mobile phones, radios and the like in the ruins of the second-hand wholesale market."

"The key is that these things are not broken! I don't know how they were preserved. I am really envious."

"Fuck! Fuck!" Black hat Lao Zhao widened his eyes, "Damn it, Gong Huo, this grandson, no wonder he ignored me when I called him yesterday."

"It seems that he has made a fortune!"

"How many points did he get?"

The man in the gray sweatshirt didn't say anything and held up three fingers.

"Thirty points? That's a lot!" Black hat Lao Zhao exclaimed.

Being able to go out and earn so many points, one trip is equivalent to several of his trips.

"Three hundred points!" said the man in the gray sweatshirt.

Lao Zhao couldn't help but curse: "Fuck! So many! This Gong Huo, this grandson, doesn't recognize us after getting rich, right! He still owes me 0.02 points!"

"Huh? 0.02 points?" The man in the gray sweatshirt was a little confused.

Old Zhao said with anger on his face:

"He had no points left before, and he was so poor that he couldn't even afford to live in the worst third-tier house, so I paid him two nights' rent."

0.01 points a night is actually very, very cheap.

Generally, people working on the construction site have more than 0.5 points a day, and some even have 0.6 or 0.7 points.

One day's work can pay nearly two months' rent.

Before the end of the world, this was already an absurdly low rent.

Suppose a college graduate works in the Magic City and earns 5,000 yuan a month, which is 166 yuan a day.

But the rent in the Magic City, even in the suburbs, is 2,000 for a small single room, which means that half a month's income is paid for rent.

The existence of the trading market is equivalent to the existence of the Magic City or Kyoto before the end of the world, and even has a higher status for these survivors, because it is irreplaceable and there is no place like the trading market that can provide them with safe shelter, free trade, and purchase food.

However, the trading market only needs 0.01 points, which is equivalent to one day's salary and can pay two months' rent.

Converted to the Magic City before the end of the world, it is equivalent to 166 yuan, and paying two months' rent in the Magic City is equivalent to 80 yuan per month.

It's ridiculously low.

This is enough to show how poor Gong Huo was at that time.

Not even 0.01 points.

But now, he suddenly became rich, 300 points!

Take off on the spot!

Black hat Lao Zhao cursed:

"This bastard owed me half a month, I have to ask him to pay back the money, and I have to calculate the interest."

"The interest for one day is 0.01 points. Calculated, ten days is 1 point, one month is 100 points, and he wants to give me 50 points."

The man in the gray sweatshirt looked at Lao Zhao in shock,

"Good math!"

He gave a thumbs up.

At this moment, Chen Er came over with a loudspeaker, "I'm calling you. Didn't you hear me? Go over there, don't block the road, wait until they leave before you go out."

"Okay, sorry, sorry." Lao Zhao, in stark contrast to his previous arrogance, quickly nodded and bowed and walked aside.

After leaving, he spit on the ground with disdain.

"What are you so arrogant about, bah!"

The man in the gray sweatshirt reminded, "Lao Zhao, the captain is still watching us."

Lao Zhao's face suddenly turned 180 degrees, like a dog's face, and waved and smiled in the direction of Chen Er.

The team of workers went out and started a new day of ditch excavation.

In the southern area of ​​the trading market, the construction of the water plant building also officially started.

With the drawings, the construction team only needs to build according to the drawings.

(asking for monthly tickets)