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Chapter 1152 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (33)

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (Chapter 33)

While chatting with others, Song Ning gathered information and unknowingly arrived at her destination.

They encountered quite a few people along the way, most of whom were in groups, with the occasional lone wolf. Most of them looked to be about the same size as Han Shuang, and their eyes were full of vigilance.

However, they all visibly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Sister Man, and then kept a distance from them, neither too close nor too far.

They weren't the only ones doing this; most people on the street were doing the same thing, except for those who obviously appeared to be in large numbers who weren't so cautious.

Many people completely avoided their group, their eyes filled with vigilance as they watched the black panther beside Song Ning. Song Ning could roughly guess what they were thinking, and it was good to keep their distance from each other.

"arrive."

Sister Man was clearly relieved. Just as she was speaking, a team set off ahead, probably the base's patrol team.

They exchanged a brief greeting and the patrol team continued on their way. Song Ning noticed that there were eight of them in total, one more than Man Jie's team.

"Xiao Song, why don't you show us the way first? Is this your first time here?"

Sister Man warmly invited Song Ning, explaining as she was afraid he might disagree.

"Logically, it's fine to let you trade freely, but we need to create a simple file for you here at our base, as is the rule."

Song Ning expressed his understanding, but he was also a bit tired from the journey, so he asked Sister Man if he could temporarily store the cart and the supplies on it.

Sister Man immediately replied solicitously, "No problem at all. There's a team here in charge. Just leave them there, and I'll have them keep an eye on things for you."

Han Shuang sent six people to settle things down, while she took her deputy, Song Ning, and Black Panther with her.

Along the way, Song Ning carefully examined the trading market, which was better managed than he had imagined.

This place originally looked like a park or square, about the size of a standard football field, with pre-apocalyptic streetlights on both sides, but it's clear that they're just for decoration.

There was only a thin layer of snow on the square, which made it clear that the base had cleared the previous snow in advance for today, but the weather was so bad that another layer had accumulated.

The transactions here aren't just random stalls and vendors. When Song Ning followed Sister Man over, she happened to see a group that had been following behind them getting their name tags.

What do you mainly trade?

"There's a bit of brick in the corn tortilla."

"What bricks?"

"These are all homemade yellow mud bricks, and they're of good quality. Does the base want to buy them?"

The person in charge of recording asked them to lift the lid and take a look, then took out a brick, weighed it in his hand, and shook his head.

"The quality of this batch of yours is not good. It's not completely dry. The craftsmanship looks alright, though. Next time, if you have any that are completely dry, we'll buy as much as we can."

“Bricks are considered building materials. There’s plenty of space in Area A, number 8, so you can put them there.”

"Okay, number 8 is fine."

The man who asked the question was clearly a little disappointed, but he also knew that the quality of his batch of bricks was indeed average. It was just that the weather was too cold and he didn't have to go out to exchange them for some warm clothing, so there was not much point in keeping his batch of bricks.

He turned to leave with the sign in hand, but then he spotted Song Ning's stroller and exclaimed enviously, "That stroller is nice! Where did you get it?"

Song Ning opened her mouth, but didn't say anything; she just smiled.

As soon as Sister Man saw this, she immediately waved her hand to shoo them away, "Go away, why are you asking about other people's good stuff? Hurry up and go set up your stall."

The man didn't press the matter, because he then noticed that there was a huge object behind Song Ning and the cart.

He was startled and quickly dropped his disdain for Song Ning.

"I know, I'll be there right away."

After the person walked away, Song Ning noted down the person's stall number.

At stall number 8 in area A, although the people from the base didn't seem interested in this batch of yellow mud bricks, Song Ning thought it was worth checking out later.

This brick was also among the materials Wang Kang received, so it seems to have been provided by this person. He doesn't know the price now, but Wang Kang, as the middleman, must have made a small profit from it, which is understandable, since it took Wang Kang a lot of time and effort to collect those materials himself.

Song Ning mainly considered that he might have this need in the future, so it would be good to know the price in advance so that he could prepare the materials for the exchange later.

He and Big Cat followed Sister Man all the way, and along the way they saw that many stalls were already starting to attract customers.

Song Ning took a closer look and discovered that in addition to building materials, there were also daily necessities, food, and even jewelry.

He was most surprised by the jewelry, and couldn't help but take a few more glances at it.

Seeing him peeking out repeatedly, Sister Man couldn't help but offer some words of advice.

"I suggest you stop looking at those things, Xiao Song. Back when you could eat and dress well, those things might have been worth buying and wearing. But now they're worthless. It's pointless to look at those things. Instead, think about what other things you can exchange for to make your life more comfortable and secure."

Song Ning rarely heard such practical advice, so she explained it to him.

"I'm just a little curious, would anyone really trade supplies for these things with them?"

After all, as the other party said, these things really won't have much value after the apocalypse, so why are there still so many people putting them up for sale?

Sister Man's immediate response was, "Who knows? Anyway, there will always be plenty of brainless, face-saving people like this."

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes caught sight of a familiar figure among the stalls, and her expression immediately turned ferocious.

Song Ning also noticed her expression and looked in that direction.

A tall, slender man was standing in front of a stall, touching a gold bracelet in his hand, clearly hesitant to buy it.

Does this person know Sister Man?

As Song Ning was thinking, she felt a gust of wind rush past her, and when she looked again, Sister Man was already in front of that person.

"My dear Dr. Liao, I would like to ask what you are doing with these useless things in your hands?"

Sister Man gritted her teeth and glared at the person in front of her. The latter instinctively shrank his neck when he saw her, and then grabbed her arm with a look of surprise.

"Sis, you're back! Perfect timing! Can you take a look and tell me if this is real gold? I want to buy some to do an experiment."

When Sister Man heard that he wanted to buy it, her expression turned ferocious and she wanted to hit him. But when she heard her younger brother talk about doing experiments, she became serious.

"You mean you want to buy this for an experiment?"

Liao Xin replied without hesitation, "Of course. Gold is a stable substance, and I think it might be useful. Otherwise, why would I buy it? It's not like I can eat it."