Wu Yi's influence in the colony could only be considered average. Their hideout was not far from the warehouse in the central district. Three of the small buildings were occupied by him. The buildings were slightly different from the old ones, and the previous owners had long disappeared. These three buildings were originally independent, but Wu Yi had surrounded them with a wall, forming an independent courtyard.
The black market's trading center was located in the largest of the three buildings. A Fierce Soldier military vehicle and a military transport vehicle drove into the courtyard's gate. The two men standing guard at the gate originally wanted to interrogate them, but when they saw the jet-black heavy machine gun on the Fierce Soldier military vehicle, they couldn't help but shrink their necks and let the military vehicle arrogantly charge into the courtyard.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was not the first to arrive. Before them, there were already many large vehicles parked in the courtyard. These vehicles were different from the old ones, but they had been modified. There were protective fences, barbed wire, and even additional armor plates. The carriages were also filled with all sorts of supplies. It was obvious that the owners of these vehicles were determined to obtain the Type-87 Grenade Launcher for tonight's auction.
Accompanying Zhang Xiaoqiang was Huang Tingwei. Huang Quan brought a few dozen members and hid at the back, while Zhang Huai An stayed at the camp to arrange the thousands of new members. The two of them alighted from the vehicle. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked around and saw that there were men holding rifles patrolling at every high point. He could not help but nod his head. Tonight's auction was indeed Wu Yi's top priority.
"Aiyo … you're here. Hurry up, go and greet them …"
A man in his forties with a shrewd face appeared. When he saw the military vehicle filled with supplies, his eyes lit up, and the wrinkles on his face bloomed. He walked like the wind and arrived in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Zhang Xiaoqiang guessed that this man was Wu Yi. He was of a similar age, shrewd and capable, and had a way of dealing with people. One look and one could tell that he was not a simple person.
"Haha, forgive me for not recognizing you, I wonder who you are …"
When he got closer, Wu Yi could not recognize Zhang Xiaoqiang and the rest. He was first bewildered, glancing at the Type-06 7.62mm general-purpose machine gun from the corner of his eyes. He then saw his escorts glaring at the surroundings, a stark contrast to the laziness of the other armed forces. He quickly searched his mind, trying to identify the group of people in front of him.
"Why do you care what we do?
You open your doors to do business, we bring supplies to buy things. We are not related to you by marriage, why do you care so much? "
The one who spoke was Huang Tingwei. He was dressed in a neat and tidy military uniform and had the demeanor of a scholarly general. He stood beside Zhang Xiao Qiang in a neither servile nor overbearing manner, and his tone was neither fast nor slow. He managed to deal with Wu Yi in a few sentences.
Zhang Xiaoqiang, on the other hand, looked at Wu Yi fiercely. He swore in his heart that if Meow was fine, it would be fine. If Meow lost even a strand of hair, he would use this old thing in front of him to light a sky lantern.
Wu Yi saw that the group of people in front of him was not easy to talk to. They were unyielding, and they were even stronger than the top three forces. He immediately guessed who these people were. The arrival of the convoy had caused a commotion in the gathering place, and for a well-informed person like him, he knew the true strength of the convoy.
Thinking that these people were the people that even the top three forces did not dare to offend, Wu Yi immediately broke out in cold sweat. He hurriedly bowed, and the extent of his bow was unprecedented.
"Of course, of course, I am just a small businessman, how would I dare to compare with you?
Please come in … "
Zhang Xiaoqiang asked three of his team members to guard the goods and vehicles outside, and brought Huang Tingwei into the brightly lit living room. The gathering place was short of everything, including food, fuel, and all kinds of oil. In the living room, more than a dozen electric lamps lit up every corner, and dozens of large wooden chairs filled the entrance.
Many people who had arrived earlier had already sat on the chairs, and more empty chairs were waiting for people to come. The living room was not small, and with so many chairs placed, it seemed narrow. Several young women in revealing clothes were shuttling back and forth, holding teacups and kettles in their hands to serve tea to the new guests.
These women were very clean, and their complexions were also very good. Compared to the skinny women who sold meat outside, they were like clouds and mud. When the women passed by, a few impatient leaders of small forces pulled them into their arms and played with them indecently. These women did not panic, and let the stinky big mouth kiss and lick their faces and bodies. They held the teacups and kettles in the water steadily, not daring to spill a single drop.
A woman walked to the side of Zhang Xiaoqiang and Huang Tingwei, asking them if they wanted tea. Zhang Xiaoqiang and Huang Tingwei shook their heads, and each took out a bottle of drinks to drink. How could they casually drink other people's tea outside?
Zhang Xiaoqiang and Huang Tingwei naturally had to be more cautious.
There was not much time, and more people came in from the outside and filled up the seats. There were even more people who did not have seats, and could only stand at the back. These people were not annoyed, they were all small forces, and did not have much capital. They were just here to watch the excitement, to look at the legendary Type-87 Grenade Launcher, and to buy some other things.
As the number of people increased, the living room became even more narrow, and the air quality also decreased rapidly. All sorts of smells filled the air, and even Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was used to the stench of zombies, frowned. These people were also very uncultured, and either shouted loudly, or grabbed the women who were serving tea and did it in front of more than ten people. This made Zhang Xiaoqiang think that he was in a bandit's lair.
Fortunately, the torment did not last long. When he lit his second cigarette, Wu Yi appeared. Wu Yi had changed into a more formal suit, and walked to the front of the rostrum with a smile on his face. He picked up a cardboard microphone and said, "Hahaha!
Your presence brings light to my humble abode. I know that everyone doesn't like to be overly courteous, so I won't say too much. I know why everyone is here. It's because I have a good thing here. As for what it is?
I don't need to tell you, everyone knows … "
"Stop chattering up there, hurry up and take it out, there is still a delicate little beauty waiting for me to open the melon. If it was not for that thing, I would be too lazy to come here …"
"Yes, yes … Don't keep us in suspense, isn't it just a grenade launcher, not a tank or a cannon, why are you making it so suspenseful …"
"Aiyo, brother, don't listen to them, hurry up and tell us how you got that thing, let us see it …"
The crowd began to make a ruckus. Those who were anxious to start were those who really wanted to buy it, and those who wanted to listen to the introduction were those who just wanted to join in the fun.
Seeing the chaos, Wu Yi was not in a hurry. He smiled and waved his hand behind him. A moment later, two men carrying rifles carried a log tea table to the rostrum. The tea table was padded with a plain floral cloth, and there was a big, shiny black thing on it.
Seeing the big thing on the tea table, the crowd suddenly became silent. The thing on the tea table was a serious medium military weapon. These people were ordinary people before the apocalypse, how could they have seen such a thing?