"Attention all groups, they have entered the Wengcheng and are ready to close the net after inspection." Cao Le stood by the door and picked up the intercom after seeing Jing Daqian and the others entering the Wengcheng.

Li Zhengping was sitting in an open pavilion. He raised his head and saw Jing Daqian and others lining up in the distance.

But it was said that after Jing Daqian and others entered the Wengcheng, they looked around the Wengcheng curiously.

It was their first time coming to the trading market and they were unfamiliar with everything here.

Soon, it was their turn.

"Stand up here." An inspector said to Jing Dagan.

Jing Daqian looked at the inspection door at the back and the inspection instruments held by the inspectors. This was exactly the same as what he saw in the security check channel in the airport before the end of the world.

major!

One leaf falls and you know autumn, and you know the slightest thing.

From this small detail, Jing Dagan feels that the trading market is quite organized.

He stood on a 30cm small platform, and the security inspector signaled:

"Raise your hands."

Jing Daqian opened his hands cooperatively, and the security personnel scanned him.

When it suddenly touched his pocket, it made a beep beep beep sound.

Jing Daqian quickly took out a pocket watch from his pocket.

The security officer took the pocket watch, opened it, took a look and returned it to him.

"Turning around."

Jing Daqian quickly turned around, and the security personnel scanned his body with a scanner, from head to toe, including his shoes.

During the scan, Jing Daqian didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt the security officer pinch his buttocks, which made him break out in a cold sweat and make his levator anus tighten.

"Okay, next one." The security inspector waved the security equipment in his hand and gestured to the people lining up behind him.

"Okay, thank you." Jing Daqian walked down.

We queued up and went to Li Zhengping to register.

"Name." Li Zhengping asked as usual.

"Li Dakang." Jing Daqian didn't want to give his real name, so he picked up a random name.

Li Dakang? Li Zhengping sounded strangely familiar with this name.

He raised his head and asked: "Is this your first time coming to the trading market?"

"right."

"Where were you in the past few years? Tell me briefly."

Jing Daqian told him a story he had thought up on the road.

"Well, how many people are there in the team?"

"37 people."

"What's the name of the team?"

"Red Scorpion Society."

"Okay, take these forms and fill them out with your team, and then give them to me." Li Zhengping handed them a stack of paper.

After they filled it out and entered the information of each person in their team, Li Zhengping handed each of them a personal number plate and a red team number plate.

"In the trading market, all transactions require a number plate. This team number plate will have higher authority and a larger points limit, so keep it well."

Li Zhengping pointed to the vertical banners hanging on the walls of Wengcheng and reminded:

"Learn more about the rules in the trading market, and remember not to fight in the trading market, otherwise the consequences will be serious!"

"Yes, yes, I understand."

"Go ahead."

Jing Daqian and the others passed the security check and registered and came to the Wengcheng gate to wait. They needed to gather a certain number of people before they could enter.

In front of Jingdagan and the others, there was an iron gate.

There are pulleys underneath the iron gate, just like the roller-skating iron gates used by trains.

In the past, every time someone came in, the door to the trading market would be opened and people would be let in.

However, the trading market door takes too long to open, and it is opened and closed countless times every day, which affects the life of the scroll.

There definitely needs to be a barrier from the trading market to the Wengcheng to avoid problems such as crowding.

So the method of roller skating iron railings was adopted.

Through an iron railing, Jing Daqian and the others looked at the trading market inside.

Nuoda's trading bazaar has row upon row of houses, and the location they face happens to be the Central Business District.

The commercial area is about 50 meters away from the Wengcheng gate. There are no buildings in the middle, only main roads and side roads.

During the day, the population in the commercial area is relatively small, with only dozens of people walking around on the entire street.

If it comes at night, the number of people in the commercial area will skyrocket, which is similar to the crowded and crowded scenes in scenic spots on statutory holidays.

After all, everyone has to work to earn points during the day, and those who are free during the day are basically people like Hong Shixiong who have accumulated experience.

"Captain, it seems there aren't many people inside..." A subordinate from behind Jing Daqian came over and said.

"Well, I haven't gone in yet. What I've seen is only part of it. You'll know after you go in." Jing Daqian replied.

As he spoke, he glanced behind him.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly. According to what Hong Gongcao told him, the most difficult stage is registration and security check.

They all passed and then entered the trading market. As long as they did not commit any crimes, the managers in the trading market would not come to trouble them.

He didn't expect it to be so easy to enter the trading market. It was much easier than he imagined.

Everything goes according to plan.

Extraordinarily smooth.

After a few minutes, there were more and more survivors behind him.

After gathering fifty people.

The iron gate opened with a bang.

Ding Dang Dang~

The roller skates under the iron gate rolled and quickly opened the iron gate.

The survivors behind Jing Daqian walked forward, and Jing Daqian and others followed suit and walked inside.

After walking through the door, my eyes suddenly opened up.

It's bigger here than they thought.

"Liu Peng, please drive the car to the parking lot later..." Jing Dagan turned his head and spoke to the men behind him.

Suddenly, a man wearing green vests and holding firearms appeared in a row on the side, looking like a guard.

Jing Daqian and others shrank and looked at him nervously.

"You are new here, come with me to get some basic daily necessities." Dai Jiusheng said with a smile.

"Daily items? Is there such a good thing?" Jing Daqian's eyes widened.

Hong Gongcao didn't tell himself about this.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Yes, do you want to stay here tonight?" Dai Jiusheng asked.

"Uh... I want it." Jing Dagan nodded.

Dai Jiusheng continued:

"We charge for accommodation here. If you pay points, we will naturally give you some basic daily necessities, such as toothbrushes and toothpaste. Hurry!"

Jing Daqian originally wanted to refuse when he heard this, but he felt that it would be very strange to refuse.

When a survivor encounters such a good thing, he wishes he could get more of it, so why would he refuse?

In order not to expose himself and arouse suspicion, he said: "Okay, then our car..."

"I went to collect daily necessities first, and then drove to the parking lot later to avoid trouble." Dai Jiusheng replied.

"Oh, that's troublesome." Jing Daqian nodded obediently.

Dai Jiusheng glanced at them and led them towards the North District.

Just now we were planning to arrest these people at the entrance of the trading market.

But I am afraid that it will cause violent resistance and lead to chaos.

So Ju Tianrui simply modified the plan and led them to the North District to control them again.

As for Hong Gongcao, who was originally waiting by the door, he was pulled away after revising his plan.

Dai Jiusheng and four or five guards led them to the North District.

There is no major development in the North District for the time being. Currently, a prison, a mission release hall, an administrative center, and a recruit training camp have been built here.
To be continued...