Zhang Huai'an excused himself from Zhang Xiaoqiang and walked to the top of the wall. He held a loudspeaker in his hand and shouted to the crowd, "Attention, attention, we are officially selling fish meat …"
"Replying … Replying to Captain … Some of the people outside want to see the fish head, and some want to trade food for the fish meat."
"Below 25kg, over 500kg, 1 to 10 …"
"Is … Is that Captain Zhang?"
The crowd quietened down instantly. Other than the rustling of their bodies, there was no other sound. Regardless of whether they could afford it or not, they were all listening attentively.
"Yes … It's like this, we have recruited a new group of female soldiers. They have been starving for too long, and their bodies are too weak. We want to sell some fish meat for them to nourish their bodies …"
"Don't talk to me about anything. If you want to buy fish meat, buy it yourself. If you want to talk business, we won't keep you company."
"What's going on?
Why are there so many people outside? "
Just as he said this, the crowd below burst into cheers. They were all cheering for those who could eat their fill, while the rest were just watching the fun. Seeing others cheering, he also cheered, as if he wanted to share in the joy.
The 30-year-old militia was very reserved in front of Zhang Huai'an. Zhang Huai'an had always been the one in charge of them, so he was subconsciously afraid of Zhang Huai'an. Although he was speaking, his body was slightly trembling. Zhang Huai'an's usual acting was too good, and he looked like an official.
Zhang Xiaoqiang and Zhang Huai'an arrived at the entrance of the camp together. They saw that the camp gate was closed, and the team members were fully armed. When they got to the top of the wall, they saw a dense crowd. The population of the market outside had multiplied in a short period of time. The market was originally not big, but now it was densely packed. The crowd brushed past each other, making Zhang Xiaoqiang feel like he was watching the 2008 Olympic Torch Relay pass through the main road of the city before the apocalypse.
Hearing this, a few people whispered to each other, as if they were discussing to buy fish meat together. 500kg was not a big number to them.
This time, the crowd was in an uproar again. Two catties of rice in exchange for stewed meat was not a bad deal. One after another, they squeezed to the entrance to exchange for meat. It was like a panic buying frenzy before the apocalypse.
More people gathered around the fish shop. The fish shop was set up temporarily. Female chefs were cutting the fish into pieces with kitchen knives and putting them into buckets. Naturally, there were people trading in front. The fish shop did not accept rice directly. The crowd had to weigh the rice first and exchange it for food stamps. Then, they would use the food stamps to exchange for fish.
"For those under 20,000 Jin and over 10,000 Jin, one to six."
"It's up to you. The lowest is one to five. The rest is up to you."
"Can you make it cheaper …"
The crowd was in an uproar as they whispered to each other. It was only after a long while that they quietened down.
Zhang Huai An's attitude was very clear. He did not want to have anything to do with the female battalion. This was also the tone that Zhang Xiaoqiang had set.
Hearing this, Zhang Huai An hesitated for a moment. His eyes flickered as he remembered that mosquitoes were meat no matter how small they were.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's body had not recovered yet. So, Zhang Huai An stepped forward to ask the question. The subject of the question was a militia who was dripping with blood. The militia was a person who delivered goods outside. The blood on his body was the blood from the fish bones.
"Say it, what's the matter?"
Zhao Xiaobo's actions made Zhang Huai An unable to bear it. Looking at the pitiful Zhao Xiaobo, Zhang Huai An remembered that his son was in the same grade as her. Thinking of his son, Zhang Huai An's tears almost came out.
Zhang Huai An was grinning from ear to ear as he looked at the bags of food that were piling up. It seemed like he didn't need to trade with the three major forces tomorrow. Today's rush to buy would be enough to digest the six tons of fish.
Zhang Xiaoqiang stated his requirements and bottom line. The rest was up to Zhang Huai An.
"One to ten. The lowest must not be less than two catties."
"Go over there and queue up. We welcome anyone to exchange for food …"
The crowd split up, and large transactions were carried out on one side. Sacks of rice were unloaded, and plates of marinated fish were carried away. Those rich and overbearing fellows were secretly delighted as they dragged the fish away. The salt on the fish was good stuff. In the gathering place, one tael of salt could be exchanged for a catty of rice.
Zhang Huai An immediately guessed who it was. The female officers in the gathering place were only from the female barracks. Only Zhao Xiaobo from the female barracks came forward to do diplomacy. The female officer in front of him was Huang Quan's ex-girlfriend.
The crowd below was excited. The noise turned into a huge wave that soared into the sky. The people standing on top of the wall were dizzy from the noise. They went down to the bottom of the wall and only felt better with the black brick wall as a barrier.
A sweet female voice rang in Zhang Huai An's ears. Zhang Huai An turned his head and saw a beautiful female officer standing beside him, looking at him cautiously.
"Excuse me, what's the price for less than one catty?"
Imperceptibly, using food stamps as currency made them feel more convenient. In addition to the power of the convoy, the food stamps issued by the convoy had established a preliminary credibility.
At this point, Zhang Huai An announced the end of the bidding. Those who were interested could go to the entrance of the camp to discuss the purchase. At this time, someone shouted in the crowd.
Zhang Huai An still did not look at her. He looked like he was doing business.
Some people exchanged for dozens of catties of food stamps and were queuing up to buy fish. They saw a new shop built next to the fish shop. It was filled with all kinds of seasonings, pickled vegetables, noodles, and so on. They had an idea and turned around to buy other food stamps.
Zhang Huai An stood on top of the wall and saw a few people jump out of the crowd and run toward the inner part of the gathering place. He knew that they were running to report the news and was secretly pleased. Big Boss still liked to hide behind the scenes.
"Less than five thousand catties, more than five hundred catties, one to eight …"
"Oh …"
Zhang Huai An did not look at the militia's expression. He waved his hand and let him go like he was shooing away a fly. He turned around and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang. His eyes were full of pleading.
"Less than ten thousand catties, more than five thousand catties, one to seven …"
"Less than five hundred catties, more than five hundred catties, one to nine …"
"Next, I will talk about the exchange rate …"
Zhang Huai An did not understand the madness below. He had never suffered much under Zhang Xiaoqiang, and his diet was balanced. He did not expect the bitterness of eating white rice every day.
When Zhao Xiaobo heard the indifference in Zhang Huai An's words, she felt her cheeks burning. She was a little arrogant in her heart and wanted to leave. When she thought of the dry skin on the face of the newly recruited female soldier, she gritted her teeth and stood beside Zhang Huai An. She stared at Zhang Huai An without saying anything. She just stared at him with pleading eyes.
There was no commotion in the crowd. They waited quietly.
Zhang Huai An asked, but he did not look at Zhao Xiaobo. He turned his head to the side and used the action of lighting the cigar to wipe his tears.