No matter how bad the Lord God player is, the things he has in his hands may be useful to Mai Fan.
But what Mai Fan didn't expect was that this man tried to exchange a piece of news for the food in front of him.
This made Mai Fan a little strange: "That's strange. You shouldn't be short of food, right? Aren't you from outside? It's difficult to exchange people and materials here, so I believe that, but you are obviously a master god player. Exchange and eat." You can get this kind of thing with just a few points, so why do you have to come here to exchange food with me?"
When talking about this, this player looked constipated.
"Do you have any wrong concepts about the host's survival points or points?"
"He looks like a boss at all. He has so many things for me to squander."
"If I'm really a person who doesn't lack this kind of thing, why would I go to the garbage dump to trade with these people?"
"I am engaged in the profession of a second-hand dealer in an underground casino. Do you think this is a job that a master player should do?"
"So as a main god player, can you still not know what kind of food I can redeem?"
Mai Fan choked up. He probably knows what the other person usually eats.
It should be possible to exchange a few points for ten nutritional bars.
Mai Fan had exchanged ten points for that kind of food out of curiosity.
I only gnawed half of it and felt like I couldn't eat anymore.
It's one thing to feel full in your stomach, but it's another thing to feel like you're chewing wax.
No wonder the other party is willing to trade news for his food.
Just the four side dishes in Mai Fan's hands, plus sesame pancakes and chicken noodle soup, placed in the food court. This meal would cost him 30 points.
Thinking about it this way, this can be regarded as another equivalent exchange.
"Then, since you want to exchange things with me, you must let me know what you have mastered and whether it is valuable. You can't just finish a bowl of noodles in vain and tell me that you are a man with a look of color on your lips. This is considered an exchange of equal value, so wouldn’t I be taken as the victim?”
The player on the other side who wanted to exchange was shocked: "Am I such a shameless person? What I'm saying is that there are some people who want to do you harm."
"You will always be interested in this kind of news, right? Is it worth a bowl of noodles?"
Mai Fan at least looked serious on the surface.
He stopped joking with each other. He asked the other party very seriously: "Did you bring your own bowl?"
"You can have this if you bring it."
How could people like them, who live in the open and earn some hard money, not carry this kind of tool with them?
The other party was not polite and handed over a big bowl.
From Mai Fan's visual inspection, this was definitely not the type of bowl used to serve rice in ordinary households, but the type of soup basin used to serve soup as a side dish.
This guy is really rude.
But it was just an extra mouthful of noodles. Mai Fan didn't bother to argue with him. The gurgling fresh chicken soup and white noodles were spread on the bottom of the bowl. Then he scooped two full bowls of chicken soup from the big pot and sprinkled it on the noodles. Above the face code.
Then he took samples from the big box, picked up some of the four cold dishes for him, and piled them on the edge of the big bowl.
This real bowl of noodles was delivered, and the news came back naturally.
The man ate with his face buried in the bowl, slurping noodles in his mouth, and did not delay selling the information he had just learned to Mai Fan.
"The beheading party is targeting you."
"When we go out in a while, we can either hire more people here to escort you to your destination. Or we can stay for a few more days until their supplies are exhausted and they can no longer carry them. When they go back to replenish, they can Take the opportunity to rush out.”
"Anyway, we can't just walk blindly towards your target. They're lying outside."
"Being targeted by these people is a narrow escape. I really don't know how you provoked those beheading gangs. I just stared at you."
"Also, don't you think the new employee next to the supply station is a bit unfamiliar?"
"He is in the same group as those who are beheading people."
"Wait until nighttime, find a few people, and make sure the front page is not touched. If it is known that you are not strong in combat, it is not unheard of for people to be secretly killed in the supply depot."
"If you make more noise, the boss here will definitely protect you. He won't dare to let his business lose its reputation."
"After all, you still have to abide by the rules on the surface."
After finishing speaking, this man also finished his noodles.
He licked his tongue at the bottom of the big bowl, put the bowl away, and left as if nothing happened.
When the people around him saw that he had actually got a bowl of noodles, they were a little eager to try it. However, Mai Fan did not give them a chance to come up and ask questions. He directly set up a plastic shed and surrounded only themselves. In the middle.
Several people gathered around the big pot just like eating hot pot. Each person was given a pair of bamboo chopsticks to scoop out as much as they wanted from the big pot.
Everyone is given a large bowl, and the dinner is ready.
At this time, don’t mention anything about being reserved or not.
There were more than a dozen big men squeezing me, and I was squeezing you, trying to get some noodles into the pot.
The cold vegetables piled next to the big pot were decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
During the meal, no one said another word, for fear that just because they said this, they would eat less than others.
This kind of eating scene is really shocking. The most important thing is that they eat well.
The only lucky guy around who had eaten a bowl of noodles was still chewing on it.
It made the people next to me so greedy that they came over and asked him what it tasted like.
"Of course it tastes good. This also shows that this guy is not simple."
I originally thought that as long as this group of people left this supply station, they would have no chance of survival.
But after he finished eating the bowl of noodles just now, this idea completely changed. After all, he is well-informed and has traveled extensively. He has actually eaten food outside once or twice, so pretending to be poor is what he has to do.
How should I put it, this man’s ingredients are quite plain. But the materials used are by no means as simple as others think. I'm afraid that those who beheaded him will regard him as Bai Lu Xiaokai. When the two sides actually meet, it's still unclear who will suffer.
But it doesn't matter, his friendship with the other party is nothing more than a bowl of noodles. No matter which side wins the final victory, it will not delay people like him from following behind to pick up the corpses.
Yes, the reason why these people secretly gathered around Mai Fan and the others was actually with this intention.
