Survivor Game: Start with a dump truck

Chapter 245 Black and White Brothers
After taking back all the confiscated money, Cheng Mu and others went to a nearby fried chicken restaurant and bought more than a dozen fried chicken burgers and took them back.

Carrying dozens of kilograms of wine to sell door to door this evening is not an easy task for these skinny children, so nutrition must be kept up.

And a delicious meal can boost morale a lot.

When they returned with fried chicken burgers, the teenagers in the room immediately gathered around them.

"Boss, if we eat like this every day, we can't survive?" Xiao Wu came over and said, playing tricks.

His illness has almost recovered, and he is still active at his age. When everyone in the room heard this, they immediately laughed.

"Eat yours, work hard, and you'll have enough steak from now on."

"Long live the boss!"

After cheering, everyone took a piece of food and returned to their seats.

Unlike yesterday's devouring, everyone ate very slowly today, savoring the feeling of chewing the meat in their mouths.

Even if the crispy coating on the fried chicken falls on the ground, he will pick it up and eat it.

Looking at the teenagers in the abandoned warehouse, Cheng Mu couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

They are growing up and are most able to eat, but they haven't smelled the smell of meat for a year or two.

All of them have sallow faces and thin muscles, with obvious ribs, which makes people feel sad just looking at them.

Although Cheng Mu is not a virgin, he has inherited all the memories and emotions after time travel. These children are just like his younger brother. Now that he is relaxed and looking at these poor children, his eyes instantly feel wet. a bit.

He secretly swore in his heart that he would never let them live the same miserable life again.

.........

After finishing their meal, Cheng Mu told them to stay in the warehouse and not run around while he himself had to go to the black market.

He was going to the black market to buy a few guns and buy some bullets to practice his marksmanship.

It doesn't make sense that a gang of more than a dozen people only had a small revolver.

And they usually can't hide in the warehouse all the time, they always have to go out and do some activities.

Cheng Mu just killed three people from the Abbott Gang yesterday, so he must take precautions.

Without guns, Cheng Mu would definitely be worried. He couldn't protect them all the time. They had to give them the ability to protect themselves, and guns were the best weapon.

.........

After entering the gate of the black market warehouse, Cheng Mu found that it was much more lively than during the day.

In addition to the counter, there are many small round tables placed in the open space during the day, and there are basically three or five people gathered in front of each table drinking and chatting.

There are all kinds of people from all walks of life in the black market. No matter black, white or yellow, you can see them here.

So Cheng Mu didn't attract much attention when he came in.

He walked straight to the gun counter and said, "Five Colts, twenty boxes of bullets." Then he took out 120 yuan made up of various denominations and put it on the bar.

The teller didn't talk nonsense. After taking the money, he handed the things directly to Cheng Mu and thoughtfully gave him a black bag.

Transactions worth tens of thousands of dollars are completed every day on the black market. The little things Cheng Mu bought were nothing at all, so naturally they would not attract anyone's attention.

The black market warehouse where he is currently located is just a small property owned by the Lucky Charlie Gang.

The Lucky Charlie Gang controls dozens of large black market warehouses in Niuyoke City. The place where Cheng Mu is now is located in the Queen's Avenue neighborhood. The black market in this neighborhood can only be regarded as average among the Lucky Charlie Gang.The real core black markets are comparable to giant shopping malls.

After collecting the things and putting them in a bag, Cheng Mu continued to walk to the second floor. He was going to order some wine for tomorrow.

After buying the gun just now, he only had about a hundred yuan left. The money was spent too fast and there was not enough money at all.

In fact, if you really want to make money, Cheng Mu has many ways.

With his current physical fitness, if he becomes an athlete, he will make a lot of money.

Or, as a time traveler, just making any information difference is a huge amount of money.

It's a pity that the main mission of the game limits this path.

After arriving on the second floor, Cheng Mu felt two eyes on him, but he didn't pay too much attention because the owner of the eyes didn't seem to have much hostility.

He walked to the liquor counter, paid a 20 yuan deposit, and ordered fifty gallons of brandy and fifty gallons of beer with a higher alcohol content than ordinary moonshine beer.

The beers were inexpensive and could be sold to less privileged customers in the Grande neighborhood.

When Cheng Mu paid the deposit and was about to leave, someone came up from behind him and patted his shoulder to stop him.

"Brother, can I buy you a drink?" The person who stopped him was a black young man. As he spoke, he took out a cigarette case from his pocket and handed it to Cheng Mu.

Cheng Mu looked at the man and did not take the cigarette case, but he still walked to the table where the man was just now.

There was also a white man sitting at the table. He looked about the same age as the black man, both in their twenties. Their faces were somewhat similar. Cheng Mu estimated that the two men might be related by blood.

The two looks that Cheng Mu felt just now also came from these two people.

Cheng Mu walked to the chair and sat down. The white young man smiled at him and shouted to the counter:

"Bartender, bring me a glass of brandy."

"I noticed that you bought fifty gallons of brandy yesterday. I guess you didn't drink the wine yourself, haha."

"I don't drink. If you have any questions, please just tell me." Cheng Mu also wanted to see what these two people wanted to do.

"Can we go to the balcony to chat?"

“Balcony” is not only a real balcony in a black market warehouse, but also a place with symbolic meaning.

In the black market, there are always some special groups of people who want to do business in the black market.

For example, if Cheng Mu buys a gun in the black market for 20 yuan, then some people in the black market may have their own channels to sell a gun for only 15 yuan.

But these people did not rent a counter in the black market, and they wanted to sell what they had in their hands, so they looked for some customers with purchase intentions in the black market.

Of course the black market didn't allow this to happen at the beginning, but it couldn't handle it at all.

You press a batch today, and another batch pops up tomorrow.

Moreover, the price of this kind of private seller is cheaper than that of the black market, but there is no guarantee.

In the black market, you pay the money and the goods are delivered, but with private sellers, the person may run away after you pay the money.

But no matter what, if there is demand, there will be a market. This is the rule.

(End of this chapter)