Chapter 522: Lin the Skin-picker

Agreed!?

Surprised, delighted.

Even before the auction began, the information personnel responsible for participating in the auction never stopped trying to contact the seller.

But the other party was too mysterious, and never replied with any information.

Now the other party actually suddenly agreed to their request to participate in the bidding with other supplies, which simply made him overjoyed.

Without Hesitation.

He tentatively had people send back a message:

「Can weapons and equipment, such as tank vehicles, be used? 」

「Or, food? 」

Anxiously uneasy.

In the staff's speculation, the other party is a solo player.

Logically, they shouldn't need these things.

But they really can't produce any other military supplies; the only things they can offer are these.

Tense, waiting as if each day were a year.

The other party lightly replied with two words:

「Can. 」

「Good! 」

In the meeting room, Li Enzhi, upon seeing the returned message, excitedly sprang up from his chair and vigorously waved his right hand.

「Ten sets of SAD anti-air missiles, will that work? 」

「If not, we'll add a hundred armored tanks with rocket artillery! 」

Don't be too stingy.

Selling offspring's father's field.

Anyway, after the apocalypse it's hard to use the firepower of an air defense system, so he unsparingly packaged and sold the control system brought from the Americen warzone.

As for whether the Americen warzone will fly into a rage over this, he couldn't care less.

Laozi is about to lose his country, what more defense system does he need?!

The waiting time, as if each day were a year.

In the anxious wait, the frontline information personnel awkwardly looked at the mysterious person's returned message, and had no choice but to steel themselves to relay it back.

Still just two words:

「Add money. 」

Ah sigh!

Li Enzhi glanced at the chief of staff and his subordinates, his face twitching.

14 spirit-energy fruits. Three pieces of blue equipment, two white props with attribute bonuses, ten sets of SAD anti-air missiles, plus a hundred-strong armored legion.

This isn't enough, how much do you plan to want?

The arrow is on the bow, must be released.

「Mr. President, this mysterious person suddenly agreed to trade using other supplies. 」

「I guess he wants to build his own power. 」

「Perhaps we can start from this aspect. 」

After he and his subordinates hastily discussed, he took a deep breath:

「Add a full set of American individual equipment for a thousand more people; before the apocalypse, the full set costs over 270,000 USD! 」

「If not, we'll add 40 militia-series missiles, but we won't provide aircraft! We won't provide launch platforms! 」

It hurts.

Holding expectations, he can only hope the other party isn't too greedy.

With this much equipment, it's enough to rebel!

Soon, the information personnel's message came again.

Still just two words:

「Add more! 」

Ah sigh!!

Looking at the glaring 'add money' two characters, Li Enzhi felt his blood pressure rise.

Not enough?

Should I package the whole country and give it to you?

His face darkened.

He looked at the similarly near‑exploding high‑level commanders and instinctively asked:

「Add or not? 」

「What supplies do we still have that we can offer? 」

Caught between a rock and a hard place.

The Minister of National Defense, a middle‑aged man in uniform, let out a long sigh and voiced his opinion.

「Mr. President, we should just keep adding. 」

「The hope of retaking the air force base is all we can see in the short term. 」

「Actually, our department previously considered whether we should attack the Huaxia warzone. 」

「The geographic conditions of the Korean warzone are too poor. 」

Staying here, even food is a problem for us, with no strategic buffer zone at all.

But it's different once the whole country enters the Huaxia war zone.

Near Yalu River, there are vast fertile lands, superior geography, and the zombie numbers are still low.

As long as we take the air force base, we will have tactical strike capability, threatening the Huaxia war zone.

This way, we still have hope to establish a foothold on that land, preserving hope for our Korean nation.

Whether the plan is launched or not, it will always be a retreat.

Please consider it carefully.

The heart felt heavy.

After listening to the defense minister's words, Li Enzhi nodded heavily.

That's right; after the apocalypse broke out, they had already rehearsed this situation.

Next-door North Korea is a madman, brandishing nuclear threats at them whenever he pleases, demanding they join together.

How is that possible!?

Regardless of whether this plan will be carried out, it is indeed, as the minister said, at least a retreat for them.

Good!

We've traded so much firepower equipment; if he still wants it, we'll keep adding!

One hundred thousand individual rations! This is our utmost sincerity!

Isn't he interested in building power? I don't believe he'd refuse the most important food!

After the order was given, Li Enzhi stood before the conference table, awaiting news with a solemn expression.

Soon, the news came back.

Your Excellency the President, they agreed to add food to the deal, but...

His face turned ashen; the subordinate reporting the information struggled to speak:

Add more money...

They demanded one million individual rations, plus a thousand tons of rice, five hundred tons of meat, and three hundred thousand cans of fruit.

Looking at the dense, endless list.

The soldier responsible for relaying the message felt dizzy.

They even made additional demands.

The demand for canned fruit is for yellow peach flavor...

A brief silence.

Usually composed, Li Enzhi, in his high position, almost wanted to curse out loud.

Why don't you go rob them!?

One million individual rations!? Fifteen hundred tons of food!?

One person, aren't you afraid of stuffing yourself to death!?

Especially, at the end of the list, they specially marked that the cans must be yellow peach flavor.

It's outrageous, utterly insane.

The food reserves at Cheong Wa Dae were never much to begin with.

To be frank, he has been scrimping and saving daily to boost morale.

Now they open their mouths like whales, utterly inhuman.

Gritting his teeth.

Li Enzhi tightly closed his eyes, then slowly opened them, his eyes showing madness.

Damn Hua Guo people! Don't let me find you!

Agree to him! But we don't have that much food; we can only provide 600 tons!

Tell him! Transporting supplies requires massive energy, which we don't have!

Unless he comes to get it himself! I can give him that much!

With such a huge amount of supplies, he could imagine how many of his Awakened Ones would die in this supply transfer.

Veins bulging, the secretary-general beside him trembled as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Too ruthless; they are truly too ruthless.

Inside Long'an Base, Xiong Hanzi jumped up and down, his face smiling like a chrysanthemum.

Damn it, this is so damn satisfying!

Captain Lin! They actually agreed!

Sell it!? Should we sell it to him now?

Damn it, if the capital side hadn't been suppressing the price, I think we could ask for even more.

Looking at the dazzling sales list, the whole meeting room was filled with festive cheer, like New Year's.

Chu An calmly pushed up his glasses frame and smiled indifferently.

Equipment specially tailored for the Korean war zone—of course they'd be crazy not to want it.

However, on the main seat.

Lin An chuckled lightly and casually said:

Not enough.

Let them keep adding.

If we're going to fish, we'll do it just this once; not draining their reserves would be a waste...

After hearing that, Xiong Hanzi shrank his neck, then sent another message with a strange expression.

Good buddy, Lin Dui really is Lin the skin-flayer, this is too ruthless.

Clear the tile platform.

Li Enzhi brought along a kind of High Level commander, his face twisted.

In the message, three large characters shone brightly:

"Need to add money."