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"Haha, buying so much, are you planning to get into arms dealing?"
"Wow, is this kid going to tackle the Corpse Tide or launch an attack on some stronghold?"
"What’s with these Corpse Energy structural bombs? And High Penetration Rocket Projectiles? Why are there even Micro-Compact Ultra-Dense Corpse Energy Radiation Shells? Although the quantity isn’t large, what kind of powerful stuff is all this?"
Deng Sanqi looked at the report Ye Wumeng handed him, constantly grumbling to himself.
"No, it’s just for me. Things have been a bit chaotic lately, so I want to stock up on some weapons for self-defense," Ye Wumeng said while pulling out stacks of Blue Vouchers from his pocket.
These weapons were indeed what he wanted to buy for protection. After all, with the corpses from the Bonfire Group being so unpredictable, he could only rely on himself.
"Tsk tsk, you tobacco sellers really make a fortune. Pulling out these stacks is just like pulling out tissues," Deng Sanqi sighed as he looked at the dozen stacks of Blue Vouchers in front of him, while Ye Wumeng remained calm inside.
"This money isn’t really mine."
"Ah, I miss the first day when Lai Da Fu handed out vouchers."
"If these vouchers aren’t enough, I can trade you something I have."
Hearing this, Deng Sanqi felt a spark of interest.
These days, Ye Wumeng had been chatting with him, and every day he brought something different!
Old Deng's Weapon Shop had seen a lot, but this was the first time he had encountered something like this.
"Haha, no problem! Let’s have a drink."
Deng Sanqi took out two bottles of Wheat Juice and handed one to Ye Wumeng as an invitation.
Ye Wumeng glanced at his Blue Card.
There was still time.
He accepted it, and Deng Sanqi opened one bottle and took a big gulp before speaking.
"Did you know? The Camp Leader Election is coming up soon; last term's Camp Leader was even campaigning in the Civilian Area."
"I know, and I even cast my vote."
Upon hearing Ye Wumeng say this, Deng Sanqi was slightly taken aback before quickly asking, "Who did you vote for?"
The Bonfire Corps Commander, what kind of ideals does he have?
Ye Wumeng shrugged, his face showing indifference. He didn’t know any of these three people; it didn’t matter to him who he voted for.
Sigh, if he were to vote for the former Camp Leader, it wouldn’t make much difference anyway. The gap was too wide; his vote wouldn’t change anything.
Deng Sanqi shook his head and took a sip of the Wheat Juice in his hand, a look of helplessness on his face.
Oh, how should I put it? Well, that guy has been re-elected twice, and in the previous term, he did quite well. So it was only natural for him to be re-elected again. But this time, I don’t know if he’s losing his mind or what, but he’s managed to create such a mess under the pressure of so many people.
What exactly did he do?
Ye Wumeng’s curiosity was piqued as he looked at Deng Sanqi.
Deng Sanqi finished his Wheat Juice and perhaps feeling that drinking it wasn’t satisfying enough, pulled out two boxes of Self-Heating Hot Pot and handed one to Ye Wumeng.
As he tore open the packaging, he continued speaking.
You might not know this, but three years ago, Lanstad didn’t have a Refugee Zone. The current Refugee Zone was originally the Civilian Area. Normally, refugees lived outside the city; inside the city, aside from occasionally distributing food and patrolling the surrounding areas, they basically ignored the refugees’ plight.
But ever since three years ago when this guy who led Lanstad for three prosperous years—the Elder Camp Leader—came into power, he quickly passed a resolution despite facing protests from hundreds of thousands of locals in the city.
Deng Sanqi stared at the bubbling Self-Heating Hot Pot in front of him, lost in thought.
The influx of refugees greatly intensified the discrimination issues in Lanstad. The locals resented the refugees, and the refugees harbored ill feelings towards them as well. Just a few hours ago, I saved a refugee who was almost beaten to death by locals.
Ye Wumeng spoke in a calm tone, as if discussing national affairs like boys in a university dormitory—some emotion but not too much.
Oh, how did you manage to save him? Let me guess; you must have given those attackers a good beating, right? Haha.
No, I killed them.
Deng Sanqi replied: Just say whether you saved him or not.
The atmosphere fell silent for a moment before Deng Sanqi picked up the thread of conversation again.
It was indeed as you said; at first, the locals caused quite an uproar. The relationship between locals and refugees escalated dramatically. However, later on, it seemed that the locals received some sort of compensation because not many continued to protest after that.
Bribing them into silence?
What kind of nonsensical idea is that? What was he thinking? Is Deng Sanqi really getting old and losing his clarity?
He really didn't know what he was after. The camp still had to provide a large amount of food to sustain them. Although it wasn't to the point where they couldn't afford a meal, they could only nibble on dry bread. Ha, and there's you; otherwise, my old white teeth would be in trouble.
He picked up a slice of lotus root from the Self-Heating Hot Pot and placed it in his mouth, flashing a perfect smile at Ye Wumeng. His teeth still gleamed.
Ye Wumeng chuckled, then asked curiously, "What about that third candidate? What's their background?"
"I don't know," Deng Sanqi replied bluntly, which left Ye Wumeng feeling a bit disappointed.
Glancing at the Blue Card on the back of his hand, he realized it was getting late. He stood up, thanked Deng Sanqi, and headed towards You Cai Department Store.
Whew, today has been quite busy, Ye Wumeng sighed.
The surrounding Old Refugees had grown accustomed to seeing Ye Wumeng by now. This department store owner and model doll manufacturer was quite the character—he enjoyed chatting with the old man selling potions and engaging in shady deals with a big guy who seemed to be providing them with Canned Meat.
Newcomers were often warned by the veterans about Ye Wumeng's illustrious reputation.
"That guy looks like he has some serious backing; why aren’t you all making a move?"
"Did you see that long pistol at his waist? If I'm not mistaken, it's from the Mark III series. If you don’t want to end up full of holes, I advise you not to provoke him."
"Isn’t that the You Cai Store Manager?"
"The You Cai Store Manager from that shop in the Refugee Zone? I saw a few newcomers heading there with a lot of bravado, claiming they were going to rob that store."
"Haha, this should be interesting."
"Rob my store?" Ye Wumeng chuckled in disbelief. Not to mention that You Cai Department Store's doors and walls were made of some incredibly tough metal that Deng Sanqi had replaced but couldn't even name. Even if they managed to pry open the doors or windows, everything valuable was on him; they would just be wasting their efforts.
With that thought, Ye Wumeng felt relaxed as he strolled leisurely toward You Cai Department Store.
Then he witnessed something incredible!
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