In the conference room.

Uncle San rubbed his eyebrows and said to Zhong Chuchu:

"How could the food consumption last week be so high?"

Zhong Chuchu looked at Lao Huang, and Lao Huang quickly stood up and explained:

"Minister, the weather is getting colder now, and some survivors are worried that the food supply behind us will not keep up, so they start to convert the points in their hands into food."

"This won't work!"

Uncle San put down his hand and said seriously to everyone:

"If we really want them to exchange points for food, we will become passive!"

"What are the best solutions for everyone?"

Li Zhengping stood up and said:

"If it really doesn't work, we will limit the amount of food each person purchases every day."

When he said this, everyone looked different.

Uncle San sighed and said:

"You sit down."

This is obviously not feasible.

The more this kind of moment of a crisis of trust, the less the survivors cannot feel that there is not enough food in the oil city.

What's more, there is actually enough food now.

According to normal consumption, it can last at least four and a half months.

If Li Zhengping said, each person purchases a limited quantity, it will hit everyone's doubts.

Does it really seem that the oil city has insufficient grain reserves?

"Lao Huang, what can you do?" Uncle San looked at Lao Huang.

Lao Huang coughed and said:

"Ahem."

"Minister, I think I should not do anything. Since they rumored that we could not supply food, we should continue to supply it. If they kept buying it and found that they could buy food, the false lies would naturally be broken."

"They bought so many tortillas in advance, and put them in a week and the taste is definitely not as good as fresh ones. As long as they can buy fresh tortillas stably, they will naturally not buy them in advance and save them."

.........

Uncle San thought for a moment and felt that what Lao Huang said was indeed reasonable.

He nodded and said, "Okay, that's what we do. Shop No. 2 will send more people to make tortillas."

"We will sell as much as those outside."

"Try it for a week first, and if it doesn't work, then think of other solutions."

"Yes." Old Huang sat down.

"How was the collapse of the car shed in the trading market?" Uncle San asked casually.

Ding Meng stood up and reported:

"I have had someone repaired it yesterday and it has been reinforced."

"The two injured staff members are now out of danger after rescue."

"Yes." Uncle San leaned on the seat.

Pointed to Lao Luo.

"Lao Luo, continue with the next issue."

...........

One day later.

Trading market commercial area.

Shop No. 2.

Feilun Help Zhang Meng lined up here early.

"Give me 100 corn cakes." Zhang Meng said to the staff inside the window.

"Okay, wait a moment." The staff inside replied.

In less than a minute, the staff packed 100 tortillas and handed them to Zhang Meng.

And 25 points were deducted from Zhang Meng's team number card.

Zhang Meng was stunned for a few seconds. Their team has been buying 100 corn cakes every day recently, and they can get them every time.

He was somewhat suspicious of whether the rumors were true.

Their team is only about twenty people, and they currently consume more than twenty tortillas a day.

Now I have stocked up more than 300 tortillas.

He held the tortillas, without the joy he imagined.

"Give me 1,200 corn cakes!" A man's voice suddenly came from behind.

His words instantly attracted Zhang Meng's attention and he quickly turned his head to look.

Zhang Meng knew this person and was from another team, named Zhu Yun.

The team size is about the same size as him.

He thought about it in his heart, 1,200 pictures cost about 300 points.

This is a huge amount.

It is very likely that all the points from their team have been earned.

The people queuing around him immediately attracted attention when they heard someone asking for 1,200 tortillas.

His eyes were focused on Zhu Yu.

"Is he crazy?"

"Impossible. People can get 300 points. How could they be crazy? There is only one truth, that is, they may have heard some news, or some news shows that the food in the oil city is really gone, and they want to buy it!"

"No! I've seen a fleet of grain transporters before. How could I finish eating so many trucks of grain?"

"You don't even look at how many people there are in the trading market!"

Another person said, "If this happens, I'll buy more later. If I can't buy food even if I can't buy any points in the area, I will lose all my points."

"I originally planned to buy 10 tortillas. I'll buy more later, buy 30."

"Don't worry, let's see if that person buys so many tortillas. Let's talk about it. I think it's very likely that he won't sell so many to him."

"Look at it."

.........

Amid the discussion, Zhu Yu looked at the staff inside with some anxiety.

The boss heard that there was not much food left in the oil city, so he decided to exchange all the points for corn cakes. Anyway, corn cakes can be stored for more than two months.

It can be kept for longer in such a cold day.

It's just that the taste is not that good, and it becomes hard and similar to the stone.

Even the boss was afraid that he would not get so many tortillas, so he sent four people to help him get them.

Inside the window.

The staff were surprised when they heard that Zhu Yu wanted 1,200 corn cakes.

But it quickly returned to normal.

"Okay, I'll prepare it for you, but it will take a while."

After saying that, he shouted to the back: "There are not enough corn cakes, hurry up!"

Zhu Yu, who was standing outside the window, was a little confused when he heard that 1,200 corn cakes could be given to him.

Really... I can really buy so many.

There was also a noise around.

"Damn, can I really buy so many?"

"The oil city does not lack food at all, right? Otherwise, how could they be willing to sell 1,200 corn cakes? Such a large batch of food."

"Forget it, I still don't buy that much, I can't eat it even if I buy too much for a short time."

"I think I should buy more."

Five minutes later.
To be continued...