There was no careful search when entering the barbican city.

But when Hong Gongcao, Gao Zhao and his party passed by the gate, they were attracted by the words on a sign standing beside the gate.

The rules and regulations of the trading market are written on it. After each rule and regulation, the word "kill" is added, which is frightening to see.

The group entered Wengcheng and continued to line up for inspection.

While queuing up, Hong Gongcao and Gao Zhao gradually learned more about the situation in the trading market.

When they heard that several groups of people had been killed due to private fights in the trading market, the two of them were secretly frightened.

But for them, they originally just wanted to come to the Oil City to investigate the situation.

I never thought that I would learn from a team of survivors I met two days ago that I could go in. It would be better if I could go in and learn more about the Oil City.

soon.

The team then reached Hong Gongcao and the others.

Hong Gongcao and others were carefully interrogated, and their disguises were adequate. The guns, ammunition, walkie-talkies and other items they had were buried on a mountain a few kilometers away from the oil city.

After the inspection was correct, the inspectors allowed them to pass.

Went to the registration desk.

Cao Le looked at the person in front of him and asked casually:

"The name of the team, how many people there are, and the name of the leader?"

Hong Gongcao suppressed the nervousness in his heart and replied as calmly as possible:

"No name, 9 people, Hong Gongcao."

"I don't have a name, just pick one, otherwise it will be difficult for me to register here." Cao Le said in a somewhat impatient tone, "Didn't you see the signboards on both sides when you were queuing just now?"

Generally, when survivors come in, there are several different signboards hanging at the gate and along the queue, which write some precautions about entering the city.

For example, what items cannot be brought into the city and must be handed in before entering the city.

What regulations must be followed when entering the trading market, otherwise what penalties will be faced?

Tutorial on using points.

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"Lao Gao, please give me a name. I'm a sucker for naming." Hong Gongcao turned his head and looked at Gao Zhao.

Gao Zhao took a second to think of a name, "Eat Everyday Team, what do you think?"

This name is very reminiscent of an ordinary survivor.

"I think it's okay."

"Hello, our team's name is: Eat Every Day Team."

Cao Le used the computer to fill in the information, but after typing out only two words, a team that was fed every day came out.

Helpless, he had no choice but to say, "It's repeated, change it."

"Then, eat every day."

This time, there is no repetition.

Cao Le asked carefully: "Professional, what you are good at, and where you are from before, please give a brief introduction."

Hong Gongcao told Cao Le a set of words that he had planned for a long time.

Cao Le faces hundreds of survivors every day, with various professions and experiences.

Hong Gongcao's experience with them was not unusual.

After registering the names, ages, and occupations of everyone in their team, Cao Le handed them a hand card, number 78958.

This sign is bound to the "Tiantian Eat Support" team. Their team uses points there, or collects prohibited items they collect when leaving the city, all through this sign.

It took six or seven minutes just to register the identity information.

"Okay, the formalities for entering the city have been completed, let's go in." Cao Le waved his hand.

Shouting behind them: "Next."

I have to face this kind of city registration many times every day, but it is easier to do now than when I first started.

At the beginning, basically every team that came in had to register one by one.

But as time goes by, many teams that come in later have registered before. You only need to add a person to mark the increase or decrease, and the speed will be much faster.

But now, there are new teams entering the trading market basically every day.

Whenever a new team comes in, it will take a longer time because various information must be carefully registered.

It took them too long to register, and Qiao He, the long-haired young man they were chatting with just now, had already entered the trading market.

Entering the trading market, they were instantly confused.

In the trading market, on the neatly arranged three-horizontal and three-vertical main road, towering street lamps stand like guards.

On both sides of the street lights, neatly arranged houses resemble tents in a military camp, simple and sturdy.

Directly opposite the gate is the commercial area of ​​the trading market, about tens of meters away from the gate.

On both sides of the streets of the trading market, there are regular buildings lined up, shops, restaurants and various stalls, which seem to be the epitome of the prosperity of the past.

The sounds of shouting and bargaining intertwined together to form a unique symphony in this apocalyptic market.

The faces of passers-by may show the hurried footsteps, or they may look at the drunken man lying on the ground teasing...

In this scene, Gao Zhao and others had just stepped into this market city, and their eyes were full of astonishment and disbelief.

They once thought that the end of the world meant chaos and disorder, especially in the Central Plains where there were so many zombies. This area had experienced countless natural disasters and zombie waves, so it must be a bleak place.

But I never thought that the people of Oil City could gather strength in desperate situations and build such an orderly market.

A market that is not much different from an ordinary town market before the apocalypse.

"New here?" A guard standing by the gate of the trading market saw this shock on the faces of Hong Gongcao and others. This was not the first time.

Every survivor who enters the trading market for the first time will basically have this unseen expression on his face.

The guards are used to it.

"Yes, we are new here." Hong Gongcao quickly came over.

While looking at the guards in front of him, they were strong, wearing uniforms and holding automatic rifles in their hands.

One of the guards pointed with his right hand, "Look at the sign on the right. If you just trade here and don't spend the night here, you can just trade directly in the commercial area.

But if you want to stay here tonight, then you should go to Room 101, Floor 1, Building 1, East District Living Residential Area, to register, and someone will arrange a place for you to stay tonight.

Of course, if you have enough capital, you can also stay in a hotel in the business district."

After saying that, he stopped talking to Mr. Hong and the group of people and saw a car driving in.

He frowned and ran over, "Who told you to drive so fast? Which team are you from? Get down..."

Hong Gongcao and Gao Zhao looked at each other and led their men to the right.

I saw a row of notice boards on the right. The pillars of the notice board were made of wood. The wood was very thick, about forty to fifty centimeters in diameter.

There are several notice boards with maps of the trading market, rules of the trading market, and procedures for using points....

Looking at the map of the trading market, Hong Gongcao thought to himself: "Damn, their oil city has a very reasonable and complete plan, including residential areas, industrial areas, transportation and warehouse areas, administrative areas, living areas, and commercial areas. The area is also large.

Quite big..."

Despite their strong strength in the northwest, the wall is indeed not as high as theirs, and the area is not as large.

After all, there are relatively few zombies in the northwest, and the land is vast and sparsely populated, so there is no need to build such a high wall.

"Hong...Brother Hong, what should we do now?" Da Zhuang came over and asked.

Hong Gongcao looked at the residential area and did not immediately answer Da Zhuang's words. Instead, he looked at Gao Zhao and asked: "Old Gao, go to the residential area first? How about we stay in the trading market for a few days to get familiar with it?"

Gao Zhao stared at the rules for using points and was amazed.

"Okay, let's go to the residential area first. There are experts here at the trading market. The points system formulated perfectly realizes the function of currency, and invisibly enhances the influence of the Oil City."

A group of people followed the signs on the road,

The trading market is quite large, covering an area of ​​several thousand acres. It is difficult to find the corresponding location without anyone's guidance.

At the beginning, every time people came into the trading market, they would be familiarized with it. As more and more people came in later, a complete set of VIS guidance systems were built, which could pass the instructions at various locations in the trading market.

Cards, reminder cards, maps, find where you want to go.

Hong Gongcao looked at the huge signboard in front of him, which clearly read "Living Residential Area".

Behind this side road, the first house has a huge 1 scrawled on the wall.

Obviously, this building is Building No. 1.

So he said to the people behind him: "This is it."

He led his men to this six-story building.
To be continued...