“Before deciding whether to trade, I want to hear how you plan to use these goods?”

Zhao Yi smiled and looked at Jack "Harves" and added in a sincere tone: "I mean those weapons. Qiqi Who are you going to use them to deal with?"

This sentence made Jack "Hall" stunned. He wanted to throw away the cigarette butts in his hand, but he held back and took a heavy sip and burned out the last bit of tobacco before he reluctantly threw it on the ground, then raised his feet and crushed it heavily with his boots.

"In Novominsk, we are not the only one gangster."

Repeated what I said before, the expression on Jack's face was a little hesitant, and soon returned to normal. He licked his lips and said, "The city has no space for survival. The arable area outside the city is very sparse. In order to get these crystal particles, I lost nearly four hundred people. I don't have spaceships, so I can only hand over the goods to other mining companies and buy them at low prices. You may not know that our situation... is actually very bad."

Speaking of this, "Harm" Jack showed obvious hideousness on his face, and he almost squeezed out the words behind him from his teeth.

"You can't imagine how dark those bastards are! Their offer of this crystal is only 100,000 yuan per kilogram. This is more than a hundred times lower than the market price of the immigrant planet. They shipped inferior gelatin biscuits worth only a few cents per kilogram, but they asked us to exchange them with ore worth a few dollars. The huge profits in it were enough to make God crazy. At the beginning of the year, I spent a thousand federal standard currency to get two veins coordinates from the "Dayu" Mining Company. But nothing has been dug out there until now, either sand or rock."

The room gradually fell into silence. All the armed civilian guards standing behind Zhao Yi, including Liu Feng, showed a faint sadness and sentimentality in their eyes. "Harves" Jack and the people around him looked no different from what they had just now. However, there was only confusion and gray in their eyes, and there was no hope.

Zhao Yi glanced at the watch on his wrist, turned his head, and whispered a few instructions to Liu Feng who was waiting nearby. The latter nodded understandingly, turned around and walked towards the crate piled in the corner of the wall, lifted up the lid of the uppermost box, took out seven or eight cans that had not yet been torn off the plastic outer film and placed them on the table casually.

"Harves" Jack and his three men looked at Zhao Yi vigilantly, but did not find any ingredient representing hostility from the other party's face. Soon, their attention was completely attracted by Liu Feng who was wielding a military dagger to open the can. It was the easiest way to directly insert the fighting knife into the can, and cut a "ten" character on the surface of the iron sheet... After a few minutes, the whole room was filled with the aroma of lunch meat and black pepper beef tenderloin. Of course, canned green beans and Russian red cabbage soup, as well as colloidal bread cut into thick slices.

"Harves" Jack felt like he was vaguely pressing against heavy gravel in his heart, and he was even having difficulty breathing.

"This place is very far from your residence. It's already lunch time, so just have some casual meals here. Haha! It's a bit simple, not rich."

Zhao Yi's words with a smile made Jack's nostrils sore. He looked at the opposite side with a few seconds intently, leaned his head back on the chair, blinked his eyes desperately, and sniffed hard. It was not until he was sure to completely cover up all the traces of being too moved just now, then he wiped his face hard, nodded vigorously, and said with a trembling voice: "Thank you... Thank you!"

Canned food is not purely agricultural and animal husbandry products. Although this is a special supply obtained by Zhao Yi as an officer, forty percent of the colloidal beef is added. Due to production technology and synthesis factors, the taste of this artificial beef is no different from that of natural products. However, in terms of cost, it has been reduced by half.

"Harves" Jack and his men both had dishes, and the aroma of food tempted them. However, these people obviously maintained an essential sanity. They ate very carefully and moved slowly. Although, they were really hungry.

"This is not like you..."

Zhao Yi shook his head and placed the canned marinated beef that he had just cut into the "Harves" Jack. He then took out a bottle of vodka from the drawer, unscrewed the bottle seal, filled the wide-mouthed glass on the table, and said lightly: "Don't worry! If I really want to deal with you, I will definitely not be so troublesome."

"Hat" Jack was stunned and then smiled bitterly. He used a knife to pick up a large piece of beef from the canned box and put it into his mouth. Before he could chew it all, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

The sixty-five-degree vodka was poured down his throat like a fire, and a ball of extremely hot flames rose in the stomach sac. "Harf" Jack was obviously the first time he came into contact with this strong liquid. The corners of his eye sockets quickly turned red and he was speechless. He stared at his eyes that had obviously lost focus, and sprayed a strong smell of alcohol at Zhao Yi, shouting loudly, "You are a very good guy, someone who can be friends."

"Are you so sure?"

Zhao Yi smiled and poured his cup back into pieces: "You know, we have only met twice before and after. Moreover, I am also an employee of a mining company."

"No! No! No... you, you are completely different from those guys. At least, you are not as dark as them. This may be because you just came to Neominsk and are not very clear about the actual situation here. Young people, the civilized world, are not universal here at all. As long as you have guns and enough food, you can become the supreme leader here. To be honest, my gang can barely speak in Neominsk, but as long as you walk out of this city, we are nothing. No one will sell me face because of the nickname "Harves". They will only wash and peel me off like a bereaved dog, throw it into the pot to make soup. Hahahaha... Doesn't it sound terrible? Do you feel like you are in a terrifying world? But this is our destiny. Not only Neominsk, the entire world of industrial civilians is not allowed to be wasted. Even if you die of old age and sick corpses can still be eaten."

As he said that, Jack hiccupped his burp, stared at Zhao Yi with his eyes straight, and asked seriously: "My intuition tells me that you are not as simple as it seems. If you just set up an ore acquisition station, you will not use so many people and weapons at all. You should be planning a conspiracy or plan for this city. If I was not wrong... hehehehehe... you want to monopolize this place, right?"

Zhao Yi did not argue with him, but just smiled, picked up his cup, took a sip of the spicy wine, and nodded.

This clear expression of affirmation made Jack suddenly awake. He shook his head hard, frowned, and the light in his pupils flashed. After two minutes of silence, he asked hesitantly: "So... what are you going to do?"

"You just said we can be friends. In fact, I really need a friend like you."

Zhao Yi always had an extremely sincere smile on his face.

"Harves" Jack was not confused by this seemingly friendly. He continued to ask solemnly: "Tell me what you plan, I want to hear something more specific."

"I said I needed staff when I met last time."

Zhao Yi's answer is neither humble nor arrogant.

"You want to hate my gang?"

"Hat" Jack narrowed his eyes and woke up halfway through drinking.

“To be precise, it should be an inclusion”

Zhao Yi smiled and filled his empty wine glass, but his eyes kept staring at Jack the "Iron Hammer" sitting opposite him: "You have more than 10,000 people in total. However, you should know more than anyone that not all of them are warriors. Among them, the part that can be placed on the table is no more than 3,000 at most. You have four modified sand motorcycles, and more than 30 old AK stair guns. Together with the recently purchased equipment, the number of bullets is only about 4,000. In other words, once an armed conflict breaks out, most members of the "Iron Hand Gang" can only fight with cold weapons. So, you think of me to try your luck. Because you know very well that any mining company, including "Daewoo", cannot sell weapons to industrial civilians."

Getting this information is not difficult. The members of the gang are originally industrial civilians, and as long as there is enough bread and cans, they will tell you anything they are interested in.

"There is nothing on this planet. To put it bluntly, you are an industrial civilian who has a slightly more share of food than ordinary people. You cannot even leave here. Without dignity, freedom, and you will never be able to accumulate wealth. You work hard every day for food, and you can eat the best things in your mouth, just a piece of dirty rotten meat on the dead. This is the world you are in, and everything you have."

"Don't say it if you're enough...please, don't... don't say it again..."

Zhao Yi's outspoken sarcasm, like a claw, tore open the long-heated scars in Jack's heart. He stared at Zhao Yi tightly, then poured a big mouthful of wine, and a dull breathing sound ejaculated between his mouth and nose. Perhaps because of shame, or because of the reality he had to face, his voice began to become hoarse, as if he was roaring, but more like crying.

Zhao Yi stood up from the table, walked slowly to Jack's side, patted his shoulder hard, and said in as gentle as possible: "You can still have everything you are now. I will not deprive them, just use another method to make them produce rich enough benefits."

"real?"

"Harves" Jack asked blankly: "Is this possible?"

"You'll see it. I promise."

Zhao Yi's tone was extremely firm, and there was no doubt...

The power control scope of the "Iron Hand Gang" is limited to most of the western district of Novo Minsk.

This is actually a large-scale slum full of walls made of old wooden boards and iron sheets, simple houses full of holes and airflow everywhere, emitting a rotten smell. If you don’t want to spend your effort to collect materials to build a residence, you can also dig holes under the hardened sand and use anything that seems solid as a support. Although the holes are airtight, stuffy during the day and cold at night, they are a place to shelter from wind and rain.

Accompanied by dozens of guards, Zhao Yi followed Jack to enter the core residential circle of the "Iron Hand Gang".

This is a large residential area with a slightly circular appearance. Few people wear complete clothes. Most of them are wearing slack upper bodies and mostly surrounded by a dirty rag. Some people directly wrap their bodies with various soft materials. They may be plastic film or kraft paper sewn with needles and threads. In short, people have put the use of all the materials they can find to the limit. Here, let alone clothes and food, even ordinary empty cans, or old shoes taken off dead people, will trigger a life-and-death fight.

Almost everyone was looking at Zhao Yi with curious and greedy eyes. He had reason to believe that if it weren't for the "Harve" Jack who was accompanying him, these people would probably have rushed over and snatched everything in their bodies in the most brutal way. Guns and bullets have little deterrence to them. They have long ignored death and never missed any opportunity to survive.

"Harf" Jack took Zhao Yi straight into a deep alley. Although the walls on both sides are made of cement, they are obviously long ago. The surface coating was completely removed by wind erosion, revealing the dry and hard gravel wall.

Just deepest in the alley, two strong men stood beside the door wall. They gave up the passage as quickly as possible, but their eyes kept looking at Zhao Yi and his entourage's weapons. It seemed that they were silently calculating how much these things could be worth?

Inside the door is a yard covering an area of ​​about 500 square meters. Dozens of ragged women leaned against the wall, half leaned out, and looked at these uninvited strangers curiously. Some older women simply don’t wear anything, hold their hands in front of their chests, and don’t mind being the focus of many gazes.

The noise and chaos slowly opened the door to the room on the east side of the yard. A strong man with a shaved Moshi's head and a pair of shabby shorts walked out of it. When passing by a woman, he grabbed the other person's chest rudely, then rudely pushed the crowd in front of him that blocked his view, and strode to Jack "Harve".

"Boss, who are they? Are you the guests you brought back?"

Although the strong man was smiling, his tone of joy also showed a sense of joy.

"To introduce, this is the chief representative of the "Black Ant" mining company."

"Harves" Jack turned halfway, pointed at the strong man and said to Zhao Yi: "His name is Luo Jingpeng, and he is the supervisor here."

Zhao Yi nodded, walked a half step forward, stretched out his right hand, and smiled, "I'm very happy to meet you. I believe we will cooperate happily."

Luo Jingpeng hesitated to hold his hand, but his eyes turned to Jack who was standing next to him, and asked in confusion: "Boss...what is going on?"

"From today, everything here will be managed by this gentleman."

"Harves" Jack seemed to see through Luo Jingpeng's thoughts. He smiled distractedly, emphasized his tone and said seriously: "In addition, there is one more thing in the future, this gentleman named Zhao will be your "head". He must absolutely obey his orders and must not be discounted at all."

The last sentence made Luo Jingpeng obviously shocked. Zhao Yi, who was smiling in disbelief, turned around to look at Jack "Harve" again, swallowed his throat hard, and asked in a dry tone: "What if he wants me to die?"

"Then you must die."

Although he was joking, Jack's voice was extremely firm. Just like the tone Zhao Yi used a few hours ago, there was no doubt...

In Novominsk, most young women can only engage in two types of professional warriors, or engage in prostitution.

Gangster melee is the most common thing in cities. It may not be very appropriate to use the word "warrior" to describe it, but in order to get enough food, many women have to pick up weapons like men and fight on the streets where flesh and blood are flying.

In contrast, although the latter profession is relatively stable, it is also a helpless choice for women who have lost their source of income under the pressure of life.

Due to the depletion of mineral veins, industrial civilians cannot take spaceships to other areas for mining. Girls born in descendants will basically inherit the "prostitute" professions of the previous generation. They do flesh-and-skin business near their residential areas. Occasionally, they will go to neighboring neighboring blocks or larger bars or casinos in the center of the city to make a living. However, no matter which one is, they can get very little money or food. However, they have no better choice and can only accept the realistic arrangements silently.

This yard is a red light district run by the "Iron Hand Gang". As for Luo Jingpeng, he is the top manager of more than 2,000 prostitutes. In simple terms, he is actually a madam.

The conditions here are very bad, with basically no facilities, the walls and ground in the room are covered with thick ash and garbage everywhere. As for the so-called "beds"... they are either a barely clean plastic sheet, or just a few broken wooden boards that emit mold and are full of corrosive holes.

"From now on, we are responsible for taking over these women. They are also a kind of wealth, it depends on how you use them."
Chapter completed!