Chapter 188: Selling arms is respecting local traditions
After selling a large number of luxury goods and guns, they received various machines of all sizes, ranging from hair dryers to large machine tools, and they were very cheap. Even a small bag of sugar could be exchanged for a rusty machine tool, because many times they only needed to provide an address, and the modified monsters from the Gear Tribe were responsible for transporting the goods.

However, although there are many machines, it is not easy to tap the value of them because there are not enough talents.

The more valuable the machine is, the more complex it is. Moreover, for many machines, it is not enough to simply copy the structure. The material is the key, and this requires more professional people to do it, and a lot of them.

However, the process of gathering talents was not very smooth, because there were too few survivors like It who had received elite education before the end of the world.

Reality is not a novel. It does not mean that the smarter you are, the higher your chances of survival.

A senior engineer and a street thug, the two people's chances of surviving the doomsday are actually not much different, and the thug's chance may even be higher. However, there are as many senior engineers as there are street thugs.

Not to mention that being cruel, mean, shameless, and having no bottom line are the key factors to surviving the doomsday.

However, most elite talents simply cannot let go, and by the time they understand the rules of survival in the doomsday, it is already too late.

They either die halfway or fall to the bottom of society and never get back on their feet, because bullying them gives them such a great sense of accomplishment.

This resulted in Yan Xu's talent collection plan not going smoothly, so most of these machines, except for those from the 1980s and 1990s, which could be brought back to the modern world after simple maintenance, could only continue to pile up in the warehouse and gather dust.

Yan Xu didn't have any good solution for this. The modern world was only in the early 2000s. He would not be able to explain the machines from 20 or 30 years later if he brought them back. He even had to push it back further and choose machines that were 10 to 20 years later than the modern world.

In addition to the machinery, there is also the Fu Ning'an that Yan Xu is interested in. This thing is considered the best black technology product to obtain in the wasteland world.

Unfortunately, there were obviously problems with the first generation of Radiation Ning'an. This is something many people know. After all, there were no mutants before they appeared, but after they appeared, there were more and more mutants.

Therefore, except for ordinary wasteland survivors who have no choice, those with a certain amount of capital will choose the second-generation Radiation Ning'an.

The second-generation Radiation Ning'an is more effective. As long as you don't enter a high-radiation area and suffer a lethal dose of radiation, you can almost maintain a normal life span. But it is too expensive, and only a few people in the wasteland tribe can afford it.

Yan Xu also purchased the second-generation Radiation Ning'an, but he certainly would not eat it. After all, the West is well-known for making trouble in this regard. They even cheated people in their own country to death, causing people in the country to prefer death to being unwilling to be vaccinated. Of course, he is not so careless.

Although a lot of things were exchanged, the nuclear battery that Yan Xu wanted most was missing. If this thing was taken back and handed over to the relevant state departments, it would be possible that a rabbit version of the Iron Man suit could be developed in the next twenty years.

Unfortunately, not every wasteland tribe has nuclear battery power supply. Most of the wasteland tribes either have no electricity or rely on simple wind power generation facilities to light up firefly-like bulbs, which is the last struggle of the light of civilization.

However, once the older generation of educated survivors die, this light of civilization will probably be completely extinguished.

In fact, once the products of modern civilization in the ruins are completely excavated or completely damaged, the wasteland world may return to the Middle Ages, and there are already signs of this.

In this damn world, civilization is far less capable of solving problems than violence, because violence can directly solve the people who create the problems, so that the problems no longer exist, so the disappearance of modern civilization is almost a foregone conclusion.

As for those doomsday bases and doomsday fortresses, unless they are willing to open up everything under their control and reignite the fire of civilization, it is also inevitable that they will disappear with time.

Unfortunately, Yan Xu knew with his butt that this was impossible. If they had this awareness, doomsday would not have happened at all.

Of course, the original plan must have included the reconstruction of civilization, but the executors were humans. After mastering these remnants of civilization, they would be gods at the end of the world. How could they open up all that they had mastered? Yan Xu shook his head, feeling sad for the humans in the wasteland world. No wonder they were abandoned by the world consciousness.

Just as Yan Xu was sighing, the complete destruction of Bai Jie Church’s headquarters was finally discovered.

The power of Bai Jie's Church is not small. There are thousands of formal members alone, not to mention peripheral members. It also maintains some kind of relationship with multiple doomsday bases and doomsday fortresses, through which it can obtain large amounts of supplies and firearms.

These forces are not simply attracted by each other's doctrines, nor are they just good men and women. They are mainly attracted by the good services provided by the Bai Jie Church.

High-quality white women and healthy children are the fresh blood that these forces urgently need. With the establishment of the White Clean Church, they no longer need to collect them themselves. They only need to pay some supplies to exchange for a steady stream of new blood to maintain the long-term operation of the base.

To put it bluntly, the Baijie Church is the white glove raised by these forces. It continues to exist because it is needed. Otherwise, this broken doctrine would have been killed long ago.

In any case, after learning that the base had been destroyed, the Bai Jie Church reacted strongly. While mobilizing manpower, it also held all the wasteland tribes and groups in the area accountable and demanded that they hand over the murderer.

The murderer is easy to deal with, just gather a few heads and send them over. Unless Bai Jie's Church can make the dead heads speak, it is not up to them to decide whether he is the murderer or not.

The question now is whether the White Clean Church will keep its word.

The answer is no, especially since the wasteland tribes here are highly populated by people of color.

"It seems that they are really anxious." Yan Xu said to It, holding the invitation letters sent by several nearby wasteland tribes.

"The Bai Jie Church is very extreme. Not only the believers, but even white people are in danger." It said with a sigh.

The White Holiness Church is not the White Mutual Aid Society. They have no intention of helping the elderly and the weak. In fact, except for women and children, the rest are all targets for elimination. Otherwise, the nearby wasteland tribes would not have such a firm resistance mentality. It is because they have no other way to survive.

"Then be prepared for a fight. If the other party dares to come, we will make sure they never return." Yan Xu said with a sneer, then threw the invitation letter into the trash. He was not so bored as to join the so-called alliance.

It's easy to tell that this temporary small group will only evolve into a place of intrigue and scheming.

There were plans in place to reinforce the walls, maintain and modify vehicles, and distribute weapons.

What Yan Xu didn't expect was that business actually became booming, especially the Peace Messenger.

"Sell as much as they want." Yan Xu said with a wave of his hand.

The Gear Tribe has a higher production capacity and can produce hundreds of Peacemakers and thousands of bullets every day, enough for people nearby to buy.

"Okay, sir, but you can adjust the price appropriately so that we can get more profit." Every suggestion of Ite could make Yan Xu a street lamp, but he still agreed. After all, he was not exploiting his own people, and by selling arms here, he was respecting local traditions.

(End of this chapter)