The Plane Trading System of the Doomsday Master

"Zhuanzhuan, do you really not want mom to accompany you?" Zhao Yuxiang watched her daughter change clothes and prepare to go out. Outside, the Xu family's driver had already arrived. Yang Ailan was originally going to pick Yuan Zhuan to school together, but something happened, so she asked the driver to come over. After finishing her errand, she went directly to the school gate to wait.

"No, Mom, this is all a trivial matter. The store is closely related to our livelihood. You have to control it. I have to use money." Yuan Zhuan put the paper, pen and procedures into his schoolbag, while rejecting Zhao Mom wanted to accompany her.

He's already several decades old, and he's just in elementary school. It's embarrassing to have his mother accompany him.

Yang Ailan stood at the door of Beiyu Primary School with a small handbag, her eyes a little straight, and her mind was full of what happened in recent days. The irritability mixed together in her heart, making her depressed.

The first time Yuan Zhuan got out of the car, he saw Yang Ailan's dull expression.

"Zhuan Zhuan, you're here. Oh my, you look so good in your sportswear today. Let's go and have a look inside the school. I've already made an agreement with the principal. We can go over and go through the formalities." Yang Ailan greeted with a smile. He came up and took Yuan Zhuan's hand.

Although he was very embarrassed, Yuan Zhuan still resisted the urge to let go. Fortunately, after entering the campus, Yang Ailan automatically let go, "Zhuan Zhuan, look, the school is very large, with more than 100 acres of land. , there are ten classes in each grade, and there are more than forty children in each class. Look at the high-rise building over there, that six-story building is where the children live. Look again..."

As they walked, Yang Ailan made an introduction. Yuan Zhuan listened with a smile and remembered it in his heart. He lamented the beauty of modern society. A primary school with similar facilities to post-modern society was really amazing in the 1990s. Moreover, it was a public primary school. For this modern educational facility, I am afraid that the school is the focus of attention above.

"Zhuanzhuan, your Uncle Xu's Beiyu High School is the number one high school in our Qianqi Province, and Beiyu Primary School is also ranked number one in our entire Qianqi Province. If you come here to study, you are already half-stepped in." Beiyu High School. You may not know that Beiyu Affiliated High School is ranked third in the province. Beiyu Elementary School graduates are all admitted directly. When they reach high school, as long as their scores are passable, the high school department also has the largest admissions rate. Students from other schools, That is, only the top students at the top can get in; of course, Auntie believes you are not bad at all."

Yang Ailan looked at Yuan Zhuan with a smile. In fact, she was still a little uneasy. After all, the files of Yuan Zhuan she had retrieved were not very satisfactory. If it hadn't been for what happened before, she would have even suspected that she had found a fake one. Now that Yuan Zhuan was It's not Yuan Zhuan's feeling.

"Zhuan Zhuan, look, how about you start from the first grade?" Yang Ailan thought for a while and then expressed her thoughts. She really hoped that Yuan Zhuan could study hard and have a good academic qualification in the future. It's more in line with her abilities. According to the files she retrieved, this child went to school, even if it was a nine-year compulsory one that didn't cost money. He didn't go to school very well. When he had nothing to do, he was taken home by his grandma to work. It's the last one.

If she doesn't explain, she will be in the first grade with the snot baby. "Aunt Yang, my grades are not bad. I deliberately didn't write the questions before. It's not that I can't do it. If I do well in the exam, my family will let me suspend school. , they are not prepared to spend money for me to go to school." This is indeed the case. It's not that the original Yuan Zhuan doesn't know it, it's that she can't. She studies too well and will be beaten by the two at home. Because they don't allow it, she doesn't write . The books at home are almost worn out, and she has learned them all by herself. She learned them all while chopping firewood in the mountains.

Maybe Yuan Zhuan's tone was too calm, so Yang Ailan thought about something, her eyes were red, and she choked with sobs. She silently took Yuan Zhuan's hand and stroked it, "It's okay, Zhuan Zhuan, I won't do it again." Things like this will happen. As long as Aunt Yang lives for one day, you will never have to encounter this again."

At this time, Yang Ailan forgot Yuan Zhuan’s ability~

Yuan Zhuan's expression was distorted for a moment, but he didn't say anything more and followed step by step.

She couldn't explain that the girl was not her, and she couldn't find the original owner's soul thread at all, even if the hair was as thin as that.

After sleeping all night, Zhang Feng stood up and opened the curtains full of energy. It was still yellow outside, and there was no day or night.

The van at home was running out of gas, so he had to find someone to replace it with. The people in the team were all in short supply, so even if they agreed to exchange it for him, it wouldn't be too much.

According to the information I heard on the radio before, one hundred and twenty kilometers further east, there is a material exchange base there, which is set up by the public. It is managed by Central City's superpowers. It does not accept retail investors and only provides material exchange. He knew the location but had never been there.

"Material exchange point?" Zhu Xiao looked at Zhang Feng in surprise, the suspicion in his eyes unconcealed. After all, according to what he said, the materials in Zhang Feng's hand were what he wanted. In this case, are there any other exchange points needed? ? What's more, the items at the exchange points are very expensive, and ordinary people can't afford to exchange them.

"I need gasoline." Fortunately, Zhang Feng clarified the confusion.

"Ah? Oh!" Zhu Xiao nodded and understood. It's true that there is food, but they can't set off without gasoline. They don't have much gasoline in their hands, so it's time to exchange it, "But they need to use crystal nuclei there. Come and exchange." They used to work for nearby bases, building basic industrial defenses and digging crystal cores, which was not their turn at all. Their wages were settled in food supplies, and they had never even seen what the crystal core looked like.

"Do we all need to use crystal cores? Is there any place where we can exchange materials for crystal cores?" Compared with Zhu Xiao and the other three families, Zhang Feng's news coverage is quite narrow, and he has been wandering on the edge of starving to death. Where can he still find it? Have the energy to find out about this.

Pengshan came up and said, "Brother Zhang, I know the place where you can exchange the crystal core." As for the real reason why Zhang Feng had relatives in Central City and didn't have a crystal core and didn't know what the crystal core was, he didn't ask for the time being.

The teams looking for supplies were divided into five directions and set off in separate directions. By chance, in Zhang Feng's team, besides Zhu Xiao, Pengshan, Qiao Mi, and Xu Tuo were all there.

Zhu Xiao arranged the composition of his teammates, and Zhang Feng didn't care which ones he was with.

A small truck, with a carrying capacity of five tons of cargo, and a crane on the back seat, was obtained by Zhu Xiao from the family, and the other teams were all small bread.

The modified truck head is very resistant to construction. When encountering chaotic rollover scenes and dead bodies along the way, they can be directly hit or run over, and the vehicle is not affected.

"There are zombies." Pengshan reminded.

Even though the car has been modified and the sound has been reduced a lot, it is still unable to avoid sensitive zombies.

Groups of zombies came out of the residential areas on both sides of the road. When they saw the moving vehicles, their speed increased. They hissed and called for friends, and rushed towards the target.

The zombies coming from all directions gathered so fast that sweat broke out on Pengshan's forehead, "Damn, there are too many, hold on tight, I'm going to hit you."

There are also groups of zombies surrounding the road ahead!

'Bang bang bang...' They had no other choice but to press the accelerator to the bottom.

It rolled over all the way, and the violent collisions were heard non-stop. The four people in the car had numb scalps and shortness of breath. It was too much. They didn't dare to think about what they would do without the car. If they pressed the accelerator a few times, the fuel consumption would be very fast.

Zhang Feng observed the situation outside, his heartbeat quickening, and he did not dare to take out the talisman from his breast pocket for fear of getting wet with sweat from his palms.