Chapter 722 The Power of a Ham
There were obviously fewer zombies in front of the second row of prefabricated steel houses.
There were only four or five guards, and they all looked listless.
"Can I come in casually?" Jingtian asked Wu Yong.
I have no interest in animal trading scenes. Just thinking about it will reveal that it is a bloody scene.
"Sure, just show your items to the guard and you will be greeted by a trader inside," Wu Yong said.
Jingtian suddenly understood why the cleaners at the door would check what the people entering were carrying. It turned out that capital verification was required!
Jingtian felt strange again, it seemed like it was real.
Jingtian thought for a moment, pretended to look inside his black robe, and took out two pork hams; "Is this okay?"
"Human food? Of course, this... isn't it a bit too wasteful?"
Wu Yong exclaimed, and a faint red light appeared in his pale eyes.
"Very precious? What can I get in exchange?"
Jingtian became interested.
If this thing becomes as popular as it is among humans, then Jingtian will have more ideas.
Although food supplies, vegetables and meat are readily available in the safe house.
However, ham is still quite popular, which also causes the price of ham to remain high.
The reason is that besides its delicious taste, the main reason why ham can be eaten directly.
Just look at Wu Yong's appearance and you will know that this ham is also a good thing in the eyes of zombies.
"There are so many things that can be exchanged. If you exchange them for energy and blood food, you can get a bag." Wu Yong said with certainty.
Energy blood food is the plasma and flesh of the ability user.
Jingtian simply shook his head and said, "If you don't want to exchange blood food, you can exchange crystal cores or gold."
"Well... I feel that a piece of ham can be exchanged for a level 9 crystal core, but it is of no use to you, sir. If it's gold, we can exchange it for a lot." Wu Yong said after thinking about it.
Obviously, in the zombie world, items do not have detailed pricing, and their value is measured by feeling.
Jingtian was surprised at the cheapness of the crystal core.
Then he asked about the exchange of gold, after all, what Wu Yong said was too general.
A pound can be said to be a heap, and a ton is also a heap.
"How much is the pile of gold you are talking about?" Jingtian asked Wu Yong.
"It's hard to say. It depends on how many people the other party has." Wu Yong was also stumped by the question.
"If you have ten kilograms of gold, would you be willing to exchange it for a ham?" Jingtian had no choice but to change the way of asking.
"Yes!" Wu Yong answered without hesitation.
"What about twenty kilograms?" Jingtian continued to ask.
Wu Yong hesitated for a moment but still nodded; "Yes."
"Thirty pounds?"
"...I feel like it's not worth it, but if I want to eat it, I'll still change it for another one." Wu Yong said.
Judging from Wu Yong's reaction, Jingtian basically judged the approximate value of this ham.
In the mind of an intelligent zombie, a piece of ham is worth at least twenty kilograms of gold!
"You should know how much a ham like this was worth in the past, and you should also know the value of twenty kilograms of gold, right?" Jingtian suddenly thought of another question.
"Of course I know. I used to be a salesman in a gold shop. In the past, one gram of gold could be exchanged for at least one hundred hams like this." Wu Yong said naturally.
There was no need to ask Jingtian what he wanted to say next.
If you ask again, I'm sure you'll say that times have changed. Now ham is a rare treasure, while gold is just a useless metal that is at most a little more beautiful.
Some zombies like to collect gold because of the influence of their previous thinking .
"Come on, let's take a walk around here first, and then we'll find a place to talk in detail." Jingtian put his thoughts aside and greeted Wu Yong.
Seeing that Jingtian was still going to bring the ham into the house, Wu Yong felt reluctant, but he didn't dare to stop him.
A row of color steel houses should be connected, but the entrances and exits are every ten meters. Jingtian and the others went straight to the first entrance.
A level 9 zombie saw zombies coming and perked up a little, looking at what the two men were holding.
"Um?"
When he saw the two hams in Jingtian's hands, he was obviously alerted.
"Hmph! Can I come in?"
Wu Yong noticed that the zombie was clearly greedy and snorted coldly.
"Okay... Can you tell me where this ham comes from?" The level 9 zombie nodded first and then asked.
They are both level 9, so this zombie who is guarding the door and verifying the capital does not speak with respect or arrogance, but just expresses his ideas directly.
"I exchanged it for twenty kilograms of gold." Jingtian responded before Wu Yong.
"It's worth gold. That thing... I'll give you thirty kilograms in exchange for one."
This zombie obviously wanted to despise gold, but then changed his tone and even wanted to increase the price in exchange for ham.
"Let's talk after we come out." Jingtian said, and called Wu Yong into the prefabricated steel room.
"How could there be anything left after coming out?"
When the gatekeeper zombie saw Jingtian and the other man coming in, he muttered something in annoyance.
He was willing to exchange it for thirty kilograms of gold, which clearly showed that he was the type of zombie who didn't like gold very much.
Jingtian was surprised when he entered the color steel house.
The inside is indeed connected, divided into several areas. Each area has a category of items. A zombie is sitting on a large wooden box in front of the items.
The first thing Jingtian saw when he came in was a pile of clothes.
That's right, clothes.
Jingtian felt strange again.
The higher the level of zombies, the more human they become. The low-level zombies I had seen before were all dressed in tattered clothes.
Intermediate zombies that have reached level four or above are obviously particular about their clothing, especially high-level zombies, who prefer suits and dress very neatly.
Therefore, clothes became the zombies' commodities. Although it was strange, it was reasonable.
The zombie trader was also listless at first, but soon his nose moved slightly, and then his eyes suddenly opened, his gaze fixed on Jingtian's hand.
"You can choose whatever you want to change. I'll give you a bunch."
This zombie was even more straightforward. He traded all the items to Jingtian just for a piece of ham.
Jingtian rolled his eyes. He didn’t care about any of this trash.
"Don't go. I have some items I traded for. Pick one... pick three."
When the trader saw that Jingtian and Wu Yong seemed to be heading to the next stall, he jumped up and opened the box he was sitting on.
Seeing this, Jingtian stopped and thought that there should be some good things among the items traded.
