Chapter 387 Silently

Fortunately, the two of them did not forget the purpose of inviting her to dinner, and found a suitable opportunity to talk about it during the chat.

"How much do you need to import at a time?"

Xia Yan tapped the table with his fingers, thinking.

Want to purchase goods from her and distribute resources to the bases under her name? It's not impossible, but...how can she remember that she had traded information about various bases with Chu Wanfu before?

Well, it must be that there are too many things to do in normal times, and she forgot it.

Chu Wanfu picked up the teacup and sipped it lightly.

He couldn't get involved in the future, so it's not bad to be a quiet tea taster.

Mr. Shen gestured a number.

"Eight thousand boxes?"

"No, eight hundred thousand boxes." It may not be enough.

"..."

Xia Yan shook his head, "I'm afraid it can't be done, it's too much."

Mr. Shen: "Eight hundred thousand boxes of supplies may sound like a lot at first glance, but after all, the base number is also large. If they are divided among the bases, they can't get much."

Xia Yan wondered: "Then how did they survive?"

Since so many supplies have to be consumed, how does Mr. Shen, as the top leader, balance the distribution of supplies?

In addition to the fact that the Yinshanling base would kill mutant beasts and transport them to Shangjing in the third season, do the other bases have their own ways to survive?

Mr. Shen sighed and said desperately: "To be honest, we have five sources of supplies. The first is the purified mutant beasts as the main source. The second is the protected superpowers in each base, and the superpowers are the food type.

The third is the fruits grown in large and small cultivation rooms. To be honest, the yield is the lowest. The fourth is the supplies searched back. The fifth..."

He paused, sorted out his words, and continued to look at Xia Yan's curious eyes: "Exchange supplies with other bases."

Other bases?

Which other base would use the most important food for exchange?

Xia Yan was puzzled and asked.

Mr. Shen coughed and asked Chu Wanfu with her eyes-does she usually ask questions like this?

Chu Wanfu replied-emmm, occasionally?

Mr. Shen drank tea, "Yes, you will feel sick of eating too much meat. Fresh and non-toxic vegetables are rarer than meat. They are very popular at the public exchange. The public exchange is a large exchange organized by us, and anyone can participate."

Xia Yan understood.

But the weird setting of supermarket purchases meant that she couldn't guarantee that the product he wanted was available.

In order not to miss any business that came to her door, she said, "How about this, Mr. Shen, there is a supermarket on my island. If it's convenient, go and have a look? On-site decision. If I have the product, I will sell it to you. How about that?"

"When I'm free!" Mr. Shen nodded hurriedly.

It's better than not being able to buy anything. Who else in the world dares to say on-site decision? That's her.

Mr. Shen smiled and raised his head to drink up the tea in the cup.

Taking the water elevator back to the lobby on the first floor, walking out of the door, the fishy smell of the sea clearly demarcated the boundary between the seabed and the sea surface.

"It always feels like a dream..." The customers squatting at the door to bask in the sun sighed.

Someone pointed to the sea surface from a distance, "The sea surface is rough, and the buffet restaurant under the sea is awesome!"

A touch of red passed by the end of his eyes, and he stood up.

"Hey, Boss Xia."

A group of three people walked past him, and no one paid any attention.

The three words "Boss Xia" quickly spread out. The new customers who were sitting in the shade of the trees raised their heads slowly, looked at each other, stood up, twisted the frayed edges of their clothes, bit their dry and flaky lips until they were bloodless, and walked closer with worry and hesitation.

The glamorous Boss Xia...

A restaurant that only high-level bosses are qualified to eat in...

A points card with no balance...

Even the survivors living here are better off than them...

The depressed and hopeless eyes are dull and empty, and the dragging feet are decadently slipping towards them.

Unreservedly showing the hardship and despair of having fallen into the depths of the quagmire and not being able to live like a human being no matter how hard they struggle.

Xia Yan stopped and stood one meter away from them.

This distance was very close, so close that she could smell the mixed smell of not taking a bath for many years and the heat and sweating without breathing hard.

She had some impression of these people. They should be the ones whipped by the man she punished to death.

Under the indiscriminate call, there will naturally be customers who come to try their luck but don't have many crystal cores in their hands.

Xia Yan saw their restraint, uneasiness, anxiety and fear, and tried to make herself look more friendly and soft in tone, "What's the matter?"

Unexpectedly, with just a simple sentence, the eyes of this group of people suddenly turned red, their knees slid down softly, and they fell to the ground with a plop, crying:

"Boss Xia, please don't drive us back, save us."

Xia Yan was shocked and hurried forward to help, "Everyone, if you have something to say, please stand up. There is gold under your knees, so you can't kneel down easily!"

"Boss Xia," a thin woman grabbed her arm, her eyes lowered and full of pleading, "We are really desperate. If we go back, we will be tortured to death and exhausted to death by those people!"

As if to verify her words, she pulled open the clothes that could hardly cover her body, stretched out her two black and purple arms in front of her, and pointed at the crisscross scars on her body in a messy manner.

"Not only me, but also her."

She violently pulled the woman next to her, anxiously pulled apart her hair that had solidified into strands, revealing the thick scars underneath. She was sure that Xia Yan had seen it, fearing that she would turn around and leave impatiently. She grasped every moment she was still there, hurriedly pressed her head again, pulled open the clothes on the back of her neck, and the cloth on her shoulders stuck to the wound and was suddenly pulled apart by the rough movement.

The woman under her gasped in pain, but knelt quietly.

"Look at the wound on her shoulder, it's all caused by carrying a plow! Look at the rotten meat, it's so rotten that you can almost see the bones. Please, Boss Xia, please save us," the woman cried and shouted, rubbing her knees forward, clasping her hands together, and kowtowed desperately, and her forehead swelled up after just a few kowtows.

The woman with bloody shoulders raised her head and said in a hollow voice: "It's not just me, everyone is almost tortured to death."

As soon as the words fell, people from all directions began to unbutton and tear the cloth on their shoulders, revealing the scars of all sizes on their bony bodies.

They didn't cry, and called for help many times, but they were beaten more severely each time. They were no longer able to struggle, and perhaps there was a desire to be free in their ink-black eyes.

But at this moment, they just looked at her silently.