"I reiterate here again, no fighting is allowed in the trading market, and no weapons are allowed to be carried..."

In just a few days, the trading market has changed drastically.

Some of the simple houses originally prepared for living in were already full.

As a last resort, some members of the Northern Territory affiliates could only be moved to the bunker.

At least you don’t have to worry about being exposed to wind, sun or rain in the bunker.

In the past few days, because of the new survivors, many people joined enthusiastically after hearing that they could receive a small amount of food by participating in the construction.

In just a few days, hundreds of simple bungalows were built.

Some of them were built by the survivors themselves.

The efficiency is amazing.

But the speed of construction still cannot keep up with the number of people coming in.

Among them, ten houses are still vacant. These are reserved for Mr. Tiger and his friends in Southern Paradise.

Fortunately, the transport crews brought in a large amount of building materials before, otherwise there would be no materials for building now.

Among these hundreds of houses, some are wooden houses.

The trading market covers an area of ​​more than 2,000 acres, which is much larger than a university.

In order to make the view on the trading market fence wider, some of the surrounding forest trees were cut down.

These timbers have been piled up in the trading market, some of them are used as grouting templates, and the rest are left in the open space.

"Here we are, this is the area where you live. There are not many free places now and the space is limited. You squeeze in."

"In addition, if there is any situation, there is an alarm bell here. If you ring it, patrol officers will come to deal with it."

"One last warning to you. The trading market is relatively relaxed, but robbery, robbery, fighting and other violations of the regulations are not allowed!"

"Those who disobey orders will be killed!"

When we are so busy now, we don't have much time to manage.

It can only be dealt with using the most ruthless means.

Killing is the most effective way to deter them.

Hearing the word "kill", everyone looked embarrassed and did not dare to mess around.

Those people from the Ax Gang were arranged together.

In order to save time, houses are built in the simplest way.

Some even use steel frame structures.

After chatting for several days, the trading market went from having only about 20 houses to hundreds of houses.

The efficiency is amazing.

"Boss, there's just such a big place, it's not enough for us to live in." The charming man glanced at his mouth.

"Besides, this place is too shabby. It's just a slum."

Hearing him complaining, Huo Shi next to him said helplessly:

"It should still be under construction here. It would be nice to have some accommodation. The boss doesn't have any objections. What are you trying to do for yourself?"

"Huh!" The charming man said arrogantly.

Liuzhi looked at the people in the surrounding houses.

His eyes were a little shocked.

Obviously, their Ax Gang is not a big force in the trading market.

Their team of more than a hundred people seems to be only medium-sized here.

If nothing else, just look at a flag standing over there with the three characters "garbage mass" written on it.

There are dozens of trucks, and the person next to the truck is tall, brave and powerful.

The man at the head was even more than 1.9 meters tall, with strong muscles, two rows of eyebrows like hooks, and a hooked nose, which looked extremely fierce.

"These people don't look easy to mess with." Jiuzhi thought to himself.

Garbage group?

He wrote down the name.

But what he didn't know was that even the garbage group that looked powerful to him was actually not ranked among them.

Among the members of the affiliated forces who migrated from the northern border, there are many teams that are more powerful than the garbage group.

Not to mention anything else, the people from the Dawn Group, the Tattoo Gang, and the Summer Resort alone have more people than the Garbage Group.

Whether a force is strong or not depends first on its weapons and equipment, second on its number of people, and third on their status.

A team that is so hungry and skinny, with a sallow complexion, is basically a weak team.

On the contrary, the team that maintains strong energy and seems to be in better shape will be stronger.

Because this means that their ability to obtain food is much stronger than others.

....

In Oil City.

Xiao Jun hurriedly walked into the conference room.

"Battal Commander, Jie Changshan said that the wall has reached 21 meters. Does it still need to be built?"

Ju Tianrui heard this and said quickly: "No need, let him finish the finishing work quickly."

"Retreat the construction team to the trading market and use the remaining materials to build a house immediately. Be quick!"

"Now our trading market is about to be crowded!"

"Yes." Xiao Jun hurriedly left.

A few minutes later, Dongtai ran in again.

"Battal Commander, Mr. Hu said he would arrive at three in the afternoon. Should we search them or let them in directly?"

Ju Tianrui didn't even raise his head as he looked at the list in his hand:

"No need to check, let them enter the trading market directly. I have discussed this issue with the city lord."

Dongtai asked hesitantly: "Don't you have to worry about safety issues?"

Ju Tianrui suddenly raised his head and said:

"They, the Southern Paradise, also have a share in this fucking trading market!"

"Besides, do you know how many people are in the trading market now? Thirty thousand people!"

"I'm just a battalion commander in charge of a few hundred people. Now I'm in charge of 30,000 people. Damn it!"

"Let Mr. Hu and others come in, and let them manage the survivors who come in! We don't have enough manpower now!"

Now Ju Tianrui is a little irritable.

There were too many people, and things were pouring in like crazy, making him very busy.

"Okay, battalion commander." Dongtai left in a hurry.

Less than a minute passed.

Another person ran in.

"Captain Ju, the survivor team was fighting for a room in the trading market. Both sides restrained themselves from fighting, but a scolding war broke out. I..."

Before Bai Wenyang could finish speaking, Ju Tianrui said in a hurry:

"Damn it, let Lao Yi handle this matter and don't bother me."

"Don't come to me for everything, I don't have time!"

Bai Wenyang looked embarrassed and ran away dejectedly.

As soon as I walked out, I bumped into someone on the shoulder.

Bai Wenyang coughed when he saw the person coming in.

"Sorry." They both said this at the same time.

The person who came in nodded slightly, and then walked quickly towards Ju Tianrui.

Tap tap tap——

Ju Tianrui heard the footsteps and felt his scalp numb.

"What happened again? What happened again!!!"

"Captain Ju."

Hearing the somewhat familiar voice, Ju Tianrui suddenly restrained his irritable tone.
To be continued...