High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

While we were eating, team leader Zhang Hao walked over with a cup in his hand.

He sat down next to Han Feng.

"You did a very good job today."

Zhang Hao's voice was steady; he was telling the truth.

"Especially those times when I filled in for someone else."

"The timing, angle, and trajectory were all perfect."

"If it weren't for you, that kid Gu Yun would have been hit by the rock lizard's tail at least twice today."

Han Feng put down his chopsticks and spoke the truth.

"Just doing it on a whim."

"That rock lizard looks valuable."

Looking at this junior who couldn't stop talking about money, Zhang Hao didn't find him mercenary at all; on the contrary, he admired him even more.

In the wasteland, people who are goal-oriented, pragmatic, and hardworking are more reliable than so-called geniuses.

He glanced around and lowered his voice.

"Director Lei just spoke with me privately."

"The farm's deep geological detectors have been showing unusual energy fluctuations recently."

"They suspect that there's something wrong with the underground ley lines on this farm, which might be attracting some big thing to this area."

Zhang Hao stared into Han Feng's eyes, his tone becoming more serious.

Zhao Yu said that your perception of energy is different from that of ordinary people.

"When you patrol tomorrow, pay close attention to the underground area. If you find anything suspicious, report it immediately."

Han Feng's eyes lit up, and his breathing quickened.

Is there a reward for early warnings?

Zhang Hao was taken aback by his direct question, then laughed.

"have."

He nodded.

"Starting tomorrow, as long as you independently discover and successfully issue an alert for a high-value target, regardless of whether you ultimately kill it or not, you will receive 20% of the loot as an 'intelligence fee'."

"Captain, just you wait and see!"

Han Feng patted his chest and assured him, then picked up his chopsticks again and scooped a large spoonful of meat from the pot.

"As long as you pay enough, I'll do anything for you, even lift up the ground for you, let alone watch over the ground!"

The noise in the cafeteria gradually subsided.

Most people had eaten and drunk their fill and went back to their dormitories in twos and threes to rest.

Zhou Ping was behind the counter, rapidly calculating with a small abacus.

The voice was clear and melodious, and the face was full of the joy of a bountiful harvest.

Han Feng carried the empty plate to the counter.

When Zhou Ping looked up, he saw Han Feng, whose chubby face was all scrunched up in a smile.

"Oh, Han, the great hero!"

"What's wrong? Still not full? There are freshly steamed buns in the kitchen!"

Han Feng put the plate into the recycling bin and asked directly.

"Director Zhou, I have something to ask you."

"you say."

"Does your farm's supply warehouse sell any Qi-boosting potions?"

Before Zhou Ping could even speak, Wang Meng, who was following behind Han Feng to buy water, exploded.

"You want to buy medicine?"

Wang Meng strode over, his large, round eyes staring at Han Feng as if he were a fool.

"Dude, are you out of your mind?"

"The supplies for these frontline outposts are all transported from the city, and with shipping costs, insurance fees, and losses, the price is more than 20% higher than in the city!"

Old Liu, who was standing nearby, also came over with his teacup and offered his advice.

"Yes, Xiao Han, we'll be rotating back in a few days."

"Even if you buy it on the black market, it's still cheaper than buying it here."

"Buying medicine here is simply giving money away to Zhou Bapi."

Zhou Ping, who was known as "Zhou the Skinflint," was not angry.

He still smiled and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, listening to everyone's chatter.

This is indeed common sense.

No one will be fooled into buying supplies at outposts outside the safe zone unless they're completely out of ammo and food.

The other guards who were eating in the canteen also cast surprised glances at them.

I think this kid is probably not a shrewd schemer, but a complete idiot.

Han Feng knew, of course, that buying things outside was expensive.

But he knew even better what his body was currently in.

The Sword Control Technique is a money-devouring beast.

Once it takes off, it's burning fuel, and even more so, it's burning lives.

Without medication, his vital energy simply couldn't withstand several high-intensity ordeals.

Money left in an account is just a string of cold numbers.

Only when it becomes medicine in the stomach and then transforms into strength in the muscles, can it truly become one's own capital.

"Director Zhou, do you have any?"

Han Feng ignored everyone's advice and looked calmly at Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping pushed up his glasses, his smile becoming even more shrewd.

"Hey, Captain Wang, Brother Liu, you can't say that."

Zhou Ping waved his hand, his face full of sincerity.

"We must follow the rules when dealing with outsiders."

"But you are all our farm's saviors. Even if I, Zhou Ping, am a scoundrel, I cannot profit from my benefactors!"

He paused, then changed the subject, revealing a businessman's cunning.

"The 'Rhino' brand mid-tier recovery potion has a market price of 300 contribution points per bottle."

"Today, to thank everyone for your hard work and dedication, I've decided to offer you a special internal price: 250 points per bottle!"

"Idiot?!"

Wang Meng's eyes widened instantly.

This price is fifty cents cheaper than in the city!

It's even lower than the price they get through connections and internal channels!

"Did Fatty Zhou take the wrong medicine today?"

Wang Meng winked at Lao Liu next to him, his face full of disbelief.

Zhou Ping wasn't annoyed and continued speaking with a smile.

"However, a large farm can't afford to do business at a loss."

"Therefore, this offer has a small limitation."

He stretched out his chubby fingers and swiped a few times on the electronic board, bringing up a battle statistics table.

"The rule today is that for every monster worth 500 contribution points that you kill, that counts as one quota."

"One credit limit can be used to purchase one potion at a friend's price."

Zhou Ping explained with a smile.

"For the portion exceeding the limit, it can only be purchased at a price 10% higher than the original price, which is 330 points."

As soon as this rule was announced, the cafeteria became lively.

"Let me see how many I've killed..."

"I killed seven Iron-Toothed Rats and two Mad Rabbits today, which adds up to 11,000 points, enough to exchange for 22 weapons!"

"Haha, I only need to change fifteen, which will save me a lot of money."

The team members opened their terminals one by one, calculating their achievements and credit limits, and all of them were all smiles.

This is essentially giving out benefits; no one would refuse.

Wang Meng was overjoyed; his results today were impressive, and he could easily earn thirty more.

Zhou Ping tapped a few times on the electronic board, and when he looked up, his smile was tinged with admiration.

"Technician Han, the total value of the monsters you personally killed today is 23,800 contribution points."

"According to the rules, your redemption limit is..."

Zhou Ping deliberately dragged out his words, then loudly announced a number.

"Forty-seven."

"hiss--"

The team members who were still doing calculations in the cafeteria all froze in their tracks.

Wang Meng's wide grin froze on his face, unable to close for a long time.

Forty-seven!

One person is worth more than two or three of them combined!

He knew Han Feng was a sharpshooter and always picked off the big shots, but he didn't expect the difference in skill to be so drastic.

Han Feng ignored everyone's reactions.

He swiped open his personal terminal and brought up the payment interface.

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Forty-seven of them, I'll take them all."