Chapter 185 Being too thin-skinned is also a shortcoming

It looked at Omar with a smile, as he was making exaggerated movements and speaking excitedly. He ignored his arms swinging constantly and his lips trembling due to the fast frequency. He was in the mood to be absent-minded, because he knew without listening that the other party was making some unrealistic demands. After all, this was one of the racial characteristics. As a former manager, he was already accustomed to this and had dealt with many whimsical black workers.

After the other party's tone slowed down, Itt slowly offered a 50% discount on the conditions proposed by Omar, and then another 50% discount, which stimulated the other party to become excited again.

After several attempts, Omar, who was almost speechless due to dry mouth, signed his name on the contract with a smug look on his face, somewhat awkwardly, amid the admiring gazes of his younger brothers.

To be honest, Omar's little brothers had no idea what was going on, because many of them were born after the apocalypse, or were too young to remember anything at the time of the apocalypse. Later, they just struggled to survive, so they had no time to receive an education. They didn't even know what disinfectant was used for.

It’s a good thing I didn’t know. If I had known, I probably wouldn’t have survived so long. After all, the uses that the Lighthouse Country has developed for disinfectant are really outrageous.

Because of ignorance, they only know that the leader has worked hard to help them gain more benefits, and that is enough.

As for whether they will be loyal to the leader from now on, well, it depends on the situation, if he can continue to bring benefits, then he will be the boss, if not, then he will be the former boss.

After waving goodbye to Omar, It got on the armored car, flicked the contract in his hand, and said.

"I haven't done this for a long time. The cost has almost increased by 30%. It seems that I need to re-estimate the prices in the wasteland world."

That's right, Omar tried hard to negotiate the terms, but the result was 30% lower than It's psychological price.

"However, even though it is the end of the world, nothing has changed." Putting the contract with greater symbolic significance into his briefcase, Itt smiled sarcastically.

Before the end of the world, these people marched, struck and negotiated conditions all day long, but they didn't know that the result of their efforts was just a pacifier. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't suck anything, let alone change the status quo.

"Drive, it's time to go back." Everything in the wasteland made Itt feel sick, so he couldn't wait to return to the camp that represented civilization, so he signaled the driver to drive.

The civilian gunman's driving skills are average, but precisely because of that, he drives more steadily. If it were a wasteland raider, his butt would stay on the seat for less than half of the time. Also, if he doesn't want to get a bloody head, he has to wear a helmet.

Amid the low roar of the diesel engine, Etter drummed his index finger on the briefcase on his knees, thinking about what to do next.

He expected Omar to agree, but it was unknown whether the other party would abide by the contract.

The contract was designed to be violated from the moment it came into being, not to mention that it was the end of the world and the original rules of the game had long since changed. Therefore, he couldn't understand why the adults were so obsessed with the contract.

The reason is actually very simple. First of all, Yan Xu hates disorder, and he also needs an excuse to convince himself to kill the other party, and violating the contract is undoubtedly a good reason.

"Is my moral bottom line too high?" Yan Xu suddenly said after looking at the contract sent by Yite for a moment.

"Sir, you are as noble and kind as a saint. I firmly believe that you are about to save this desperate world." It's serious and fanatical eyes made Yan Xu stunned. He was not unfamiliar with this expression. A lot of believers in Fudao were like this.

But think about It's experience and you will understand that he would cling to even a glimmer of false hope because he has long been surrounded by despair.

From the elite management to the car repairman for the wasteland Odebiao, he often did not receive any salary, and was bullied, beaten, and even choked. This gap made him want to die. Now he can regain his former glory, all because of adults, so he will protect Yan Xu's rights at all costs, and even turn it into a belief.

What's more, Itt knew very well that in the absence of modern machinery, it would be impossible for a few hundred people with primitive tools to build such a camp in a short period of time, so he classified it as a miracle, and Yan Xu was the incarnation of God on earth.

"Saving the world is not an easy task." After being praised by Ite, Yan Xu decided to temporarily give up the idea of ​​asking him to bring two bags of laundry detergent to the other party next time he goes out, and then destroy the other party on the grounds of possessing weapons of mass destruction.

Although this is a local feature, give him some time to adapt.

"Alas, being too thin-skinned is also a shortcoming." Yan Xu reflected on himself again, because his noble character has begun to affect the development speed of the territory. Perhaps he should integrate into the local community as soon as possible and learn the local efficient and advanced ways of doing things, such as stuffing the other party with powder first, and then pretending to be shocked to empty the magazine. As long as the fingerprints are cleaned cleanly enough, it is a credit.

While Yan Xu was reflecting on himself, Oma's cycling tribe had already sent leaflets to the nearby wasteland tribe, causing a small sensation.

It’s not that Omar is awesome, it’s mainly because the flyer is so well written and the photos are so realistic.

Unfortunately, most of the wastelanders can only look at the flyers and fantasize, but not many of them have the purchasing power.

But never underestimate these people with purchasing power. Although their number is small, the resources they control are extraordinary.

Although the doomsday destroyed the original economic system and currency, as long as the classes do not disappear, exploitation will still exist, and the rich who control more resources will naturally come into being.

This is not surprising, because class is an important factor in ensuring order and stability. It can be said that as long as humans exist, order will lead to the emergence of classes, because equality for all means that no one will submit to anyone else, and they will all perish together at the end of the world.

Therefore, whether it is a doomsday base with tens of thousands of people or a small group of two or three people, classes exist.

The emergence of classes represents exploitation, which makes the distribution of wealth no longer equal. Therefore, even in a shabby wasteland camp, there is a rich class, and naturally they also need luxury goods.

Whether through force, brains, deception, or something else, this group of people have gained control of more wealth and resources, allowing them to live a life of superiority.

But these can only make them eat more, not better. After all, the whole world is a wasteland, and without the support of modern industry, there are no conditions for enjoyment.

For example, the wasteland camp mainly relies on growing a variant of sweet potato for survival. Although this root plant is rich in starch, it also contains radiation and toxins, and eating it will definitely shorten one's life.

In addition to this, there is hunting and gathering, which also means higher risks. If you are unlucky, there will be no next time.

In this environment, the seasoning packets in instant noodles are considered a luxury.

So these people had no resistance to the things on the flyers, and that's when Obama and his business came.

Because his fame has not yet spread, there are many orders, but they are scattered. However, when added up, it is not a small number. Omar is full of energy and goes to the Doomsday Tribe in the Mining Gold Town in person.

(End of this chapter)