Section 131 Old knowledge

Lin Xiang's expression changed, as if Hongli had expected. He smiled brightly: "Five hundred Ferdinand Yuan, I can sell you a few branches. Many people like this cute little thing, and you are no exception, right?"

Lin Xiang, who was sitting opposite, frowned and did not comment on the wise words of promotion and boastfulness. He quietly picked up the bread and broke it a piece and put it in his mouth. From beginning to end, he never looked at Jeter on the table again.

An invisible feeling of coldness suddenly came to Hongli, causing him to chill involuntarily, and the smile on his face also gathered.

"If you don't have any other goods, please leave this table." Lin Xiang's voice was always gentle as water, but there was a chilling coldness.

He doesn't like drugs. He also understands that the moral concepts and laws of the old era did not apply to this chaotic world. Perhaps many new generations of human beings have realized the harm of drugs, but they do not think it is a crime. Just like killing people and buying and selling people, you will never be able to judge the cruel actions of human beings in this world for survival using the rules that have been destroyed in the civilization era.

The expression on Hongli's face instantly became very exciting. He suppressed his violent ups and downs and took a deep breath. With the fury that was obviously suppressed near the edge of the outbreak, and the urge to pull a piece of flesh from the other party and bite hard, he showed a reluctant smile in disappointment.

He had never met such a customer. If possible, he really wanted to swing the chair under his butt and smash Lin Xiang's beautiful and handsome head hard.

"I have to admit that you are a very picky customer. Hehehehe! But it doesn't matter, I have a lot of good resources. You will definitely be able to find goods that satisfy you."

As he quickly adjusted his emotions, Hongli's face once again showed a charming signature smile. He quickly searched his pocket and took out a small piece of nail-sized stone from the most hidden part. He held it high and placed it on the table with a striking but steady movement, and slowly pushed it towards the range that Lin Xiang could see.

It was a translucent crystal. Its irregular surface was covered with a thin layer of oxide. Along the concave corners inside the cracks of the stone, you can see that the inside of the stone body was extremely bright and golden.

Lin Xiang's eyes twitched slightly. He was not a geological expert, but he also knew some basic knowledge about ore classification. Judging from the appearance, this is a high-quality calcium, magnesium, uranium ore.

"Where did you get this thing?" He stopped chewing, staring at the underground trader sitting opposite him with a sharp look with a knife.

Hongli smiled satisfied. He stared at Lin Xiang with interest and said in a arrogant tone that gained the upper hand: "Everything in this world has its own price. Haha! Isn't it?"

"I like to deal with refreshing people." Lin Xiang's dark eyes emitted a faint cold light under the light.

Hongli stared at him for a long time and slowly stretched out five fingers: "Fifty bullets you use to pay the bills. This news is very valuable. I need hard currency that works better than Ferdinand's banknotes."

Lin Xiang smiled and said nothing. He grabbed the backpack at his feet, took out five five-556 mm bullets from the spare magazine, and placed them on the table in sequence.

"This little thing is not enough to buy my news."

Hongri shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and a fanatical shine flashed quickly in his seemingly plain eyes: "I said, fifty bullets are not divalent."

Lin Xiang glanced at him slowly, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He did not speak, and re-pocketed the bullets placed on the table. Then, he continued to eat the remaining food on the plate.

Hongri's pupils suddenly shrank, and his hands, hidden under the table, were tightly tucked together. Despite this, his face still had a sweet smile.

No one could speak. His breathing could be heard in his ears, and the moans of the big butt woman sitting on the man's thigh.

"I said, can we have a good talk? The price is too low. You should understand that many people need this kind of stone." Hongli cleared his throat and his eyes became a little cold.

Lin Xiang tore off a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth: "That's the price you set yourself. If you say it or not, just give it so much. I don't have to buy it, and you don't have to sell it."

Hongri frowned slightly, and his slender fingers gently tapped the tabletop. After a long time, he shook his head helplessly: "You are a very troublesome customer... You can tell that you are a very powerful guy. People like you should be able to get in touch with a lot of profitable businesses. The first time you deal with it, just do as you say! However, it will not be that simple next time."

Next to the side street of Luwei Town, there is a low-rise bungalow with brick-concrete structure. The surface of the severely weathered walls has peeled off so that the steel bars embedded in it have been exposed. In the mud in front of the house, a twisted and deformed piece is half buried, which looks similar to the metal pipe of the bicycle fork of the old era. On the rusty-stained pipe wall, the word "phoenix" can be vaguely seen.

Several old wooden tables eroded by insects and ants are placed scattered along the wall. The tiles on the floor are obviously relics of the old era. Most of them are broken, and the shadows of broken cement blocks and glass slags can be seen everywhere. A layer of old paper is covered with messy symbols on the wall, and some darkened marks exudes fishy smell. A line is written on the wall, and the vague mottled fonts extend from the edges of these dirty coverings. Judging from the words that can be vaguely seen in the large shape, it seems to be propaganda slogans such as "Three Represents", "Love the XXOO Party", and "Most Advanced Productivity".

There were five people in the room, four men and one woman. Their clothes were very worn, and the rough skin surface was covered with black Chendi, which had been unwashed all year round. Although they were a little thin, judging from the tall skeleton that supported the body and the slightly convex muscles on their arms, their strength was not inferior to those who were better nourished than themselves.

When Hongli walked in with Lin Xiang, they were sitting around an iron table with a obviously sunken surface in the middle of the room. On the table was a plate of cooked potatoes, a few pieces of dry and black bread, and a soupy soup bowl that was torn to pieces, as if it was a soup bowl transformed from a motorcycle fuel tank. It contained half a pot of grayish-white, slightly sticky batter porridge, and the porridge was churning with hot steam. This kind of light-tasting food may not be nutritious, but at least it can fill the stomach and smell it very fragrant.

Everyone's eyes were staring at Lin Xiang, and their eyes were filled with unconcealed vigilance and alertness. They leaned sideways and covered their right hand unconsciously exploring their waists with subtle movements. Generally speaking, people like Lin Xiang who wear clothes without patches and have amazing weapons in their gun holsters usually do not have interests disputes with dirty and poor refugees in the wilderness. But no one is sure that there is no evil thought in the other party's mind.

Their weapons were very simple. Within Lin Xiang's sight, there were only two poorly crafted gunpowder guns and a shabby ak47. The original wooden handle of the assault rifle had fallen off. In the empty space, a piece of wood of not too short was tied with iron wire. In addition, there were several homemade machetes more than one meter long. They were sharply polished, and under the dim butter lamp on the table, they emitted a shocking cold light.

From these people, Lin Xiang did not feel any evolution or strengthening supernatural aura. The professions they engage in may be shameless, but they are all ordinary humans.

On the torn sofa in the middle of the room, there was an Asian man with a not-so-high body. He was wearing a black suit that was wrinkled, with a very worn cuff and collar that had already exposed the thread of hair. A dusty baseball cap covering most of his face. Although he could not see the other person's specific face, with his dispersed perception ability, Lin Xiang could feel that the eyes covered by the spacious brim were carefully observing his every move.

He seemed to be the leader of the five people. Hongli walked over quickly, leaned close to the man's ear and whispered a few words, then took out the uranium ore from his pocket and handed it over. After a long time, the middle-aged man who couldn't see his face clearly nodded slowly.

"You want to buy this kind of stone?" His voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was very calm.

"I want to know the specific source of it." Lin Xiang looked around, pulled a broken wooden chair with only three legs left from the side, placed his backpack at his feet, and sat down.

He was a little strange, the other party seemed to not want him to see his face. Especially the voice... it was a little familiar, and he must have heard it somewhere.

The man turned sideways, never willing to lift his face covered by his hat, and shook his head: "Maybe you will feel a little disappointed. It was only by chance that we accidentally got a few pieces of this ore. I know it contains radioactive energy, as for the source...haha!"

As he said that, he pinched his fingers at the other man sitting next to him. The other party nodded understandingly, stood up from the dining table, turned around and walked to the corner of the house, picked up an old travel bag with a tangled surface from a pile of messy debris, walked to Lin Xiang and put it down.

Unzip the seal, you can see that there are dozens of uranium ore of different sizes in the bag, which occupies almost one-third of the space in the bag.

"We are a group of robbers who robbed families-"

Except for Lin Xiang, the middle-aged man's words surprised everyone, including Hongli. Then, a burst of laughter burst out with obvious self-deprecating but absolutely no hostility.

"Two months ago, when we were doing business near the old highway in the north, we got this pile of ore from a passing guy. According to him, along the highway, there was a large mine. There was a place where we could get such stones." The man's voice was very calm, and he did not reveal his face from beginning to end.

Lin Xiang looked at him calmly, and after a while, he reached out and took out a few bullets from his pocket: "How much do you plan to sell for this news?"

After a long time, a hoarse voice sounded under the cap: "This is not valuable information. Speaking of money...haha! Just treat it as a free gift!"

As soon as he said that, the faces of the people sitting next to him changed slightly. Hongli, whose eyes were straight, also opened his mouth wide. He seemed to want to object or stop him, but he was unable to say a word in the end.

A faint smile appeared on Lin Xiang's mouth: "Since it's free, I still have one more problem."

"Please say." The man's tone did not change at all.

Lin Xiang's eyes suddenly became sharp and cold. He stared at the opposite side for a long time and asked lightly: "Who are you?"

This sentence was too rude. The robbers sitting at the table stood up one after another, took out their weapons as quickly as possible, and stared at Lin Xiang sitting in the center with fierce and vicious eyes.

After a long time, the man stood up from the sofa with a gentle sigh and walked slowly over. He pushed the crowd away, hesitated for a moment, and slowly took off the hat on his head.

It was a very thin face. The muscles on both sides of the cheeks were sunken very deeply, the top of the head was very shaved, and thick blood vessels could be seen on both sides of the slender neck. Overall, it gave people a very hard and cold feeling.

Lin Xiang was not familiar with this face, but he was not absolutely unfamiliar with it. When the other party took off his hat, he had imagined countless possibilities. He also matched all the familiar faces in his memory and overlapped them, but he never expected that the person who appeared in front of him was an unexpected person.

"Do you still remember me? My name is Meng Yi." The man smiled, took out a shiny "Te Six" pistol from his waist, held the barrel and handed it over.

Countless scenes in memory flashed quickly in the mind of the brain. In several slowly frozen pictures, Lin Xiang found all the information he needed, which was also related to the man in front of him.

On the way to the Crescent City to obtain the qualification of a mercenary in the Skeleton Knights Order, there was a man who was in a cold and hungry place. At that time, in order not to starve to death, he used the only felt cloth that could keep the cold to exchange for a bowl of soup for the refugees camping in the wilderness.

After weighing the pistol that once belonged to him, Lin Xiang smiled and put it back into the man's hand: "It turned out to be you... It seems that you are doing well during this period."

Meng Yi smiled brightly, and his eyes were flashing with excitement and excitement. The sudden change caught the others in the room off guard. They quickly adapted to the new changes, and the eyes of Lin Xiang were hopeful, eager, uneasy, and a little embarrassed.

A plate of newly roasted potatoes was quickly placed on the table, and the black hard bread, like coal, was removed, and replaced by a relatively fresh piece of white bread. After a few pieces of very dry mutant rat meat were served on the table, Meng Yi put a bottle next to it and placed a bottle with aged white wine with the color that had become turbid. The label on the bottle body could barely see the words "Double-hooked Big Qu".

"This is what I got from a ruin. Come! Try it!" Meng Yi bit open the bottle cap hard and poured a little into several notched cups in turn. Finally, he poured the remaining half of the bottle of wine into a gap-cut enamel jar in front of Lin Xiang.

The strong aroma of wine permeated the not-so-spacious room. All the people in the room were filled with excitement, and there was a lot of awe and respect in their eyes when they looked at Lin Xiang. They heard their leaders talk about that unforgettable experience more than once, a man who could share food with strangers in the wilderness... I'm afraid that only legends would exist.

"Why are you here?" Lin Xiang asked with a smile on his face and picked up the cup and took a sip of the spicy liquid.

"After that breakup, I lost my way in the wilderness. By chance, I joined a refugee camp. I followed them for a long time, crossed the river, and finally settled down here. With the pistol you gave me, I pulled up a group of people. Haha! There are two wells in this town. Although the water quality is a little worse, I can barely drink it." Meng Yi drank his wine in one sip, and his face soon turned slightly red.

Lin Xiang nodded slowly, turned around, and looked at all the decorations in the room carefully and carefully again.

Meng Yi and his group were probably the poorest robbers they had ever seen. Their weapons were very simple and there was very little ammunition. They were short of almost anything except water. Even the food placed on the table was their last reserve.

"This is my wife, Julie." Following Meng Yi's guidance, Lin Xiang bets on the woman sitting next to him.

She is very thin. Although she is a white person, her face looks a little yellow due to malnutrition. Due to the long-term failure to clean, her brown-red hair is covered with strands of dirt. Like most women in the wilderness, she is not pretty, but she is snuggled tightly next to Meng Yi, with a rough face full of natural stability and satisfaction.

With a smile, Lin Xiang sat up straight: "Are you going to stay here forever?"

"We have no place to go. There is very little food here, and the water in the well is barely enough to drink. The crops grown in the fields are not much harvest... I also considered going to see the north, but without maps and supplies, it is impossible to go too far. We once wanted to be mercenaries, but Ferdinand only needed powerful evolutionary people or strengthening people. We were so poor that we couldn't even eat, and we had tens of thousands of yuan each fortification potion... Haha! You understand what I mean."

Meng Yi's voice was filled with deep fatigue and helplessness. However, when he occasionally looked at the woman sitting next to him, his eyes were filled with tenderness.

Lin Xiang gently shook the porcelain jar in his hand: "If you want, cross the river and walk to the southeast, there is a city suitable for settlement."

"I already owe you a big favor." Meng Yi smiled, and the gaze radiated from his eyes was faintly excited and expectant.
Chapter completed!