Chapter 474 Negotiation 2 (Part 1)

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He Min stood quietly at the east gate of the City of Rebellion and accepted the interrogation. At this moment, a man with dark spots on his face smiled and put his arm around He Min.

"Miss, would you like to stay with me tonight?"

He Min pushed the man away vigorously, smashed a can of liquid food on the table, and then went into the city. The men behind him laughed, and the man who just talked to He Min sighed in distress. Take a breath.

"I lost again, hey."

As soon as she entered the city, He Min saw the glass windows displaying women. She couldn't help but feel angry. When she walked over, she saw many people watching, and everything in the glass windows was unsightly.

But soon He Min turned around and left the crowd of onlookers, walking alone on the street, pressing the shoulder straps of his backpack with both hands, squeezing tightly with two fingers. By 12 o'clock tonight, this city will be decided. The decision is made by their 10 inspectors who have been performing surveillance missions in the barrier area for a long time.

Feeling an invisible pressure falling on her shoulders, He Min walked quietly on the street, looking at the happy surroundings. People in the city seemed to have a much better life than other places in the barrier zone.

He Min had only been to this place once a year ago. At that time, she was a little shocked by everything in this place. There was actually a market here. Although it was still barter for goods, it had gradually formed a scale and market.

He Min looked at a dimly lit shop selling some clothes on the street, and walked in. Most of the clothes were old and damaged, and had only been slightly repaired.

"One piece of cotton-padded clothes contains five cans of food. If the cans are empty, only 400 are needed. Water cannot be exchanged."

An old woman could not open one eye because of a sarcoid on her brow bone, her teeth were incomplete, her face had a large number of black spots, her skin was rough and shriveled, and she looked a bit scary.

He Min glanced casually.

"Old lady, in your place, I heard that people from the city come here from time to time. Is it true?"

He Min asked, and the old woman laughed. The sound in her hoarse throat was like rough sandpaper rubbing against each other.

"Girl, if you want to ask something, at least ask first."

He Min took out 5 cans of food and handed them to the old woman. He looked around and found a room with some smelly but still clean bloody cotton clothes.

"Thank you for your patronage. I have never seen anyone from the city? Haha, what are the people in the city doing here? Those damn guys, it would be great if the whole city fell down one day, haha."

Although the tone was teasing, He Min could see that there was anger in the old woman's eyes.

"It's a pity that the riots happened a few days ago. Those idiots wouldn't attack the guard station first. There are weapons inside. It would be great if the door is opened. We can rush in and loot."

For a moment, He Min felt a little trembling in her heart. The old woman took the bright white knife in her hand and waved it a few times.

Deep-rooted hatred and hatred for everything in the city, this is what He Min saw in the barrier area, and it was the same here. Almost no one would be grateful for receiving food and water every month.

He Min took the cotton-padded clothes and walked out of the shop, and the old woman's hoarse clicking voice sounded again.

Just a few steps out of the store, He Min saw two men struggling with each other in front of him. The Crimson Tide people were maintaining order and began to open their mouths.

"Hurry up. Who will win the bet? You have to place your bet quickly."

Some people took the liquid food in their hands and put it into two different baskets. The two people roared and attacked each other continuously. It was an extremely ordinary fight. The people next to them cheered excitedly, as if they were watching the two sides bite each other. Like a beast.

Then someone secretly kicked a stone over. When the man who was suppressed on the ground and strangled his neck touched the stone, he hit the man on the head with it. Along with the knocks, there was a cold feeling. There was blood in the air, and the man who was hit by the stone stopped moving. The man holding the stone that was still dripping with blood let out a crazy cry.

After a while, the Red Tide people took off the clothes of the deceased and took away all his belongings. One person tied the body with a rope and dragged it on the ground.

However, what He Min didn't expect was that they didn't take the dead man anywhere else, but directly to a shop with a strange smell. He Min covered her mouth and her eyes widened in horror.

"Boss, fresh meat."

A strong man took one look at the body and dragged it in. Some of the onlookers couldn't bear it and walked away, while some swallowed and were attracted by the smell.

He Min quickly ran to an alley, took off her veil, and started retching continuously. Her stomach was churning. After a while, she couldn't help but vomited out.

In a spacious room, there was a sofa covered with a clean white blanket. Women wearing only cloth to cover their bodies were timidly carrying some pastries, candies, and drinks and placed them neatly on the table.

"It's okay to go out."

An old, balding old man with a limp, only a lot of sparse white hair hanging on the sides. His face was pockmarked, his teeth were yellow and black, and he was wearing a red leather coat and a pair of boots. Wearing gemstone rings of different colors on all ten fingers, this old man's name is Porter, the founder of Crimson Tide.

At this time, the door of the room was knocked open, and Zhu Fei and two other men walked in. One of them was very tall, more than 2 meters tall, with sharp eyes, shaved hair, and many black spots on his face. The other was short, hunchbacked, and had a crooked mouth. He looked unattractive, but had a pair of shrewd eyes.

The tall man was the No. 2 figure of the Red Tide, Yao Zhuang, and the short man with a crooked mouth was the No. 3 figure of the Red Tide, Fang Si. Zhu Fei looked around and found that Porter had asked the maids to tidy up the room. It was not worth it to be in good shape. The original stickers on the wall with the Red Tide propaganda slogans had become stickers of landscape paintings.

Some of the newer sofas, tables and chairs were moved up.

"Boss, Gene has been in the city for more than half an hour, but he hasn't arrived yet."

Porter hummed and sat down limping.

"It doesn't matter."

"It's really fast, that bastard Gene."

Fang Si said as he walked to the sofa. Just as he was about to sit down, he was stopped by Potter's eyes. He raised his hand and smiled.

"It's also very rude to the distinguished guests who will come next to dirty the freshly washed blanket, haha."

Fang Si sat on the wooden chair next to him, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Don't feel uncomfortable Fang Si, negotiation is a matter of sooner or later, the sooner the better."

"Boss, isn't it good for us to be free and easy here? We will be nothing when we go under the sun."

Zhu Fei smiled and shook his head.

"The city will not let us continue to expand, so the current time point and the subtle opportunities that appear are the most appropriate negotiation opportunities."

Porter nodded happily, sat down and sighed with his head tilted back.

"I've been here for 70 years!"

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