Entering the lobby on the first floor, you will see an eye-catching sign on the wall of the lobby with an arrow: --> Turn right to register for housing.

Hong Gongcao asked the other brothers to stay outside the door, and he and Gao Zhao turned right according to the sign.

The first room you turn right has Room 101 written on it. There is a piece of paper on the wall on the right: Housing Registration Office.

It was about thirty square meters inside, and there were two people sitting there, and there seemed to be two waves of new people inside registering information.

They went in and listened to them talk.

"Well, there are seven of you in the team, and there is just a C-shaped room available, which can accommodate seven people. Your team can all stay in it. Building 27, on the 4th floor, the room number is 408."

The printer printed out a small piece of paper with 27408 on it, only the size of a palm, and the staff handed it to them.

Hong Gongcao hurried over and said, "Hello, we are staying here tonight."

The female staff member behind the desk glanced at the two of them and said, "Take out your cards."

This staff member was from the Dawn Regiment, a former affiliated force in the North.

Now she is working here with another non-staff member who came from the headquarters base.

People like them fled here before the natural disaster of thunderstorms and started building city defenses, and have stayed there until now.

They were the earliest builders of the trading bazaar.

And, until now, most of them have been working on construction teams.

In the beginning, they were all partners. After the reform of the trading market, they were directly divided into four-level members. They enjoyed permanent residence rights and some basic rights and interests, and there was no fee to enter and exit the trading market.

But some teams are special, such as the Dawn Regiment and the Tattoo Gang. They were promoted to non-staff personnel, that is, the third-level personnel here. At the same time, Special Order joined the escort team.

The Dawn Group, the Tattoo Gang, and the Cave were the first three forces to come to the trading bazaar. However, because someone in the cave force violated the regulations, the incident caused quite a big fuss, and in the end they lost the opportunity to be promoted to non-staff.

In addition, when the zombie wave surrounded the trading market before, Tong Rugui from the Dawn Group and Chen Dachui from the Tattoo Gang brought their people to the scene to stop the zombies.

At that time, Ju Tianrui and the others were only recruited in the trading market, not mandatory.

In fact, most people from the affiliated forces in the north do not need to participate. After all, a lot of food was saved during the two months of the previous thunderstorm disaster. Plus the food they originally owned, they did not need to take risks to obtain food.

However, Daybreak Group and Tattoo Gang still participated.

This battle brought them great benefits.

Their original status as collaborators was changed to non-staff personnel, and after the opening of the five-level system, they were established as third-level personnel.

Let those survivors who come in to escape cross level five and directly become level four personnel.

Hong Gongcao looked at a sign on the table with the word "Jiang Xin" written on it. This should be her name.

He handed the card in his pocket to the female staff member.

Jiang Xin took the cards from his hand and looked at the data in the computer. On it was the information that Cao Le had just counted about them, "Eat every day to support the team," "Nine people?"

Both Petroleum City and Da Zhangshu Base have local area networks, and the establishment of the local area network is relatively simple. However, the coverage area is relatively small, only a few kilometers in radius, but it is currently enough to meet their needs.

Hong Gongcao nodded quickly, "To nine people."

Bah bah bah, the female staff member operated the computer like a hotel receptionist before the apocalypse.

Then he said to the two of them:

"Try to let your people live in the same place, but a C-type room can only accommodate 7 people. There are nine of you, so it can only be divided into two rooms. Two people have to share another room with others.

Building No. 29, 305 on the 3rd floor, you can accommodate seven people; 307 on the 3rd floor, you can accommodate 2 people."

After collecting it, they were not allowed to choose or make any comments, and they just typed out the note.

Hong Gongcao was a little confused. He took the note and originally wanted to say something, but he hesitated.

After all, living here is free, and I don’t know what the environment is like.

"Thank you." Gao Zhao pulled Hong Gongcao out and said thank you before leaving.

.......

They were observing the situation in the trading market along the way.

They originally thought that there were so many people in the trading market, a mixed bag of good and bad, giving them the feeling that anyone could come in easily, but now that they have entered, no one has fought or argued with them.

Good security is a bit too much!

According to the numbers on the paper, they found Building 29.

"Lao Gao, this should be here, let's go." Gao Zhao said to Hong Gongcao next to him.

Hong Gongcao nodded. The layout of this building is somewhat like a tube building.

However, each room has no doors and is more like an enlarged version of a train sleeper.

There was a somewhat strong odor permeating the corridor, which was a mixture of musty smell from clothes, food residue and foot odor.

After Hong Gongcao smelled the smell, he frowned, it was a bit smelly.

Since each room is open, they can see the people inside as they pass by.

Maybe it's because it's only around three o'clock in the afternoon and there aren't many people inside.

However, you can still see that there are men, women, children and elderly people here.

The weather is hot now, and many men are leaning against the wall with their shirts off.

The floor is not particularly dirty. I wonder if someone cleans here regularly. There is not much garbage on the floor.

Third floor.

They came to room No. 305, and at first glance, there was not a window or a bed.

The room was empty, and it really could only provide shelter from the wind and rain.

But for the vast majority of survivors, an environment that can provide a safe environment at night is already very good.

Now when it's night outside, the wall-climbing zombies come out. Even if they stay in the basement, they may be broken in by the wall-climbing zombies.

But there is no need to worry about it in the trading market.

A sense of security.

Hong Gongcao asked Da Zhuang to take another team member to room 307, while he, Gao Zhao and others stayed in this room.

"If it doesn't work out, why don't we stay in a hotel?" someone suggested.

Gao Zhao glanced at him and whispered: "Do we look like people who can afford to stay in a hotel? What if we are investigated?"

Hong Gongcao nodded and said: "What Lao Gao said makes sense, listen to Lao Gao."

Later, Hong Gongcao asked two team members to stay here to look at the bedding and luggage, while he asked the others to visit the trading market.

During the visit to the market, he also wanted to try using those points, but the biscuits he had were military compressed biscuits after all, and he was afraid of exposing the fillings, so he did not redeem them.

Without points, there is no way to trade here.

In the trading market, private transactions are not allowed, and the punishment will be severe if found.

Time passes.

It was night in a blink of an eye.

It was only at night that they finally understood why they wanted to see the business district at night:

The apocalyptic trading market at night is brightly lit, and neon lights outline the outline of the wasteland with rough lines. The overwhelming metallic texture and dark taupe tones interweave into a picture of a doomsday carnival.

The shops on both sides of the block are looming under the lights, exuding a decadent and wild charm.

At the entrance of the restaurant, the aroma of barbecue wafts, which is carefully cooked with unknown meat, but it unexpectedly attracts every hungry soul passing by.

The neon sign of the bar flashed with seductive light, and low music and suppressed laughter came from inside, as if it was a mockery of this apocalypse.

The prostitutes soliciting customers on the street wear heavy makeup on their faces and wear shabby but provocative clothes, which look particularly dazzling under the light.

While they are soliciting customers, they are watching this absurd world with cold eyes. There is a trace of helplessness, a trace of indifference, and a trace of hopelessness for tomorrow in their smiles.

The industrial-style building exposes the original concrete and iron frames, and huge gears and pipes intersect under the eaves, making a dull and rhythmic sound.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Da Zhuang sighed: "It's so lively here."

Hong Gongcao swallowed hard when he saw the sexy photos of Da MiMi posted on Tingfeng's building.

"Lao Gao, to be honest, I have an idol."

Lao Gao looked at him with disgust. At this moment, he didn't quite understand why the boss sent him here.

She put it close to his ear and whispered: "If the mission fails, we will all die!"

Hong Gongcao trembled when he heard this, "That was before."

"But I really like this place...it's so lively, it seems like the street in my hometown, it's so friendly."

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Chapter completed!