Chapter 209: for grilled corn
After cleaning up the scum, all the delegations from each base have arrived at the capital base, so various discussion meetings are held in turns, dividing the site, dividing the site, seeking assistance for assistance, looking for alliances, looking for alliances, and exchanging experiences. ... Each base has used eighteen methods, all wanting to benefit from this joint conference, the more the better.
So a group of people argue every day, and it is very tiring to be the leader of the base and a politician. This kind of intrigue every day, you come and I go to inquire, not ordinary people can persist.
But fortunately, their new security base has Wang Wence, a big killer. His mind reading is simply a bug in the end of the world. As long as the level is high enough, basically no one can hide him.
In order to improve Wang Wence's mind-reading skills, Wen Luming and Wang Wenyu gave him a lot of the crystal cores they had collected, so that he could absorb them quickly, so as to improve the power level, so that they could be used in every conference. invincible.
Because it involves the conditions of human existence in the post-apocalyptic world and the interests of various bases in the future, this time the World Base Exchange Conference will last for a very long time. Leaders who talk around the corner are best at making simple things complicated. Therefore, participating in the conference is a laborious task that requires a lot of brainpower.
Wang Wence is the leader of the base delegation, so he is the busiest, attending every meeting, either arguing with people in the dark, or laughing at people, selling them and asking others to help them count the money... Really good, worthy of being the fox strategist of the Xinsheng Base.
And Wang Wenyu, as the head of the military in his base, also needs to attend most of the necessary meetings, so he can only follow his elder brother to the meeting bitterly, but Wen Luming doesn't want to attend those meetings, she He has no interest in returning to the heart, and he is not so ambitious. These tasks that require mental effort and are thankless can be left to Wang Wenyu and Wang Wence.
They are the pillars of the new security base, and they are just right. Wen Luming believed very much in the abilities of the two of them. Not to mention that Wang Wence was a smart and cunning person who was not slippery, he just said that Wang Wenyu, even though he was famous for his own strength and abilities, he was still a fool. His IQ and means are equally good, but he is used to being straightforward and does not use conspiracy and tricks, so it is easy for people to ignore his intelligence and regard him as a fool with developed limbs and a simple mind.
He was very relieved to hand over the important affairs of the base to Wang Wenyu and his brothers. Wen Luming's daily activities were mainly to take his son to eat, drink and have fun in the base.
"Mom! I want to eat corn!" The little fat man saw an old man on the street roasting golden and tender corn from afar. The tempting smell of corn made people want to drool.
There are also a lot of land reclaimed in the capital base, so crops such as corn and sweet potatoes will naturally be planted. The old man who roasted corn is probably specialized in growing corn. After all, the tender corn is roasted one by one and sold on the street, which is much more profitable than breaking it into grains and selling them for a pound after they are all harvested.
Although most of the bases are ordinary people who can only solve the problem of food and clothing and power users with weak abilities, there are still many people with powerful abilities or high status in the base, so these people who don't care about money are naturally not stingy. Spend your money on your favorite snacks.
The old man's grilled corn was famous at night stalls before the end of the world, but now, even in the end of the world, if there is a demand, he will naturally have a supply, and if he has money, why not do it?
The wisdom of working people should not be underestimated. Whichever method can make them more profitable will naturally use which method to sell corn. As for the stipulation that the base encourages farmers to sell corn to the base as food instead of selling it as a snack in private, in the face of interests, most of them are just talking about it, unless the purchase price offered by the base is higher than the price they sell privately, otherwise No one is willing to sell what they have worked so hard to cultivate to the base at a low price.
It is the end of the world now. Everyone has tried their best to support their family. They cannot harm their own personal interests for the public interest of the base. Besides, even if they are sold to the base at a low price, they are very likely to be bought for food. The staff secretly embezzled, instead of implementing it on ordinary survivors, so naturally there are almost no people who are "selfless and sacrifice their family for everyone".
Of course, it is not denied that there are still some selfless people who are willing to sacrifice their own interests only for others, but obviously this old man selling roasted corn is not one of them. That's why the little fat man has long been able to see the fragrant roasted corn.
Wen Luming was dragged by his own little fat man to the old man's side. There were many pedestrians on the street, not even Wen Luming's knee-high fat man dragged her through the crowd. If he is not careful, he will be squeezed by others. Who made him too small? When he is squeezed, others are still wondering, as if he has just hit something soft, but why is there no one in front of him? When I looked down, oh, it turned out to be a chubby little Douding, and I still didn't see it if I didn't look down.
When he was hit, the little guy didn't cry, he just raised his head, looked innocently at the person who hit him with his big watery eyes, and then touched the part where he was hit with his fat short hands, The pitiful eyes have long seen the guilt in the heart of the person who bumped into him, and he can't wait to pick him up and kiss him fiercely, pulling out his heart to apologize to him.
But the little fat man only thought about his fragrant tender corn How could he care what the person who bumped into him thought? With his soft little hands, he vigorously pulled away the person standing in front of him, and continued to pull his mother bravely and unswervingly, insisting on walking to the grilled corn stand.
The little fat man finally pulled Wen Luming to the front of the old man's grilled corn stall, but he was too short to see a stall much taller than him, so he called Wen Luming: "Mom, hug!"
Wen Luming picked him up. As soon as he saw the tender corn that was roasted golden and fragrant, suspicious reflective water marks appeared on the corner of his mouth. His short fat fingers pointed at the roasted corn: "Mom, I want to eat corn! !"
"Hehe...Little baby, grandpa's grilled corn is fragrant and sweet. It's the best! Which one do you want?" Being able to grow into this little fairy child-like appearance makes people know at a glance that the child's family conditions must be good, so he asked the little fat man with a smile.
The little fat man was so excited that his eyes became crescents of laughter, and he said with a small mouth: "I want that! That! Both!"
Wen Luming: "..." (To be continued.)