After listening to the huge plan that his grandfather said, Cen Yi came out of the study with a whistle.

Lin Tianyi has Lin Tianyi's plan. He thought that he was old anyway and his life was not long before. Let his wife and Cen Yi live a good life. What's the point if he dies?

But Cen Yi also had Cen Yi's plan, and he just couldn't explain it to Lin Tianyi for the time being, so he didn't forcefully persuade Lin Tianyi.

Passing by Qiao Lingxiang's room, her door was closed. At this time, Qiao Lingxiang had already washed the dishes and was sitting on the carpet beside the bed, fiddling with the stack of stall certificates obtained because of selling mobile phones.

Cen Yi knocked on the door, and when Qiao Lingxiang responded, he pushed the door and walked in, sat on the edge of the bed beside her, and asked:

"What do you think of this?"

"The stall level is also written on it."

Qiao Lingxiang showed a red magnetic card and a blue magnetic card to Cen Yi and said:

"The red one can set up stalls in the trading bank, with stall numbers. We are from 001 to 012, and the blue one is from 001 to 012. We just don't know where this trading bank is and what it does."

"Cha Cha, can you know?"

Cen Yi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, returned the red and blue stall certificates in his hand to Qiao Lingxiang, took out his cell phone, lay on Qiao Lingxiang's bed, and held up his cell phone to start checking the transaction in Xiangcheng.

I don’t know if I didn’t check this, but once I checked it, I found a big melon for him.

It turns out that a series of solutions have been introduced on the Internet to solve the collapse of the management system in the apocalypse. This is proposed by the central management system, requiring each city to establish a task center and a trading bank.

The task center is a place where idle people in society are specially designed to solve the problem of idle people in society, they will take tasks for them, and then complete tasks and hand over tasks. The transaction bank is a place where everyone takes idle materials in their hands to sell them in a concentrated manner and conduct business activities.

It’s just that Xiangcheng has not yet developed into a chaotic order and only has the poor circulation of materials. Therefore, the transaction bank in Xiangcheng has just been built and has no use and no one can set up a stall.

"Here, there are architectural drawings of Xiangcheng Trading Bank online. Let's take a look... Yanxiang, our stall No. 1 is right next to the door. Whether it is outside or inside, the stall locations from No. 1 to No. 12 are pretty good."

Cen Yi sat up and showed his cell phone to Qiao Lingxiang, but unfortunately said:

"But it's useless. No one has any extra supplies in his hands now. What are we selling?"

Qiao Lingxiang tilted her head, looked at the cell phone in Cen Yi's hand, nodded, and said:

"There is a shortage of supplies now, and everyone has shortage of supplies. This stall certificate is indeed useless. The trading bank probably can't do it."

"If you can do it, the old aunt won't give us 24 stall certificates, and change a few mobile phones, it's like picking up treasures."

Cen Yi curled his lips, took back his phone, and turned on the game to play.

I heard Qiao Lingxiang say again:

"Brother Cen Yi, you said you would make a knife. Or, let's go to this stall tomorrow to sell the knife. If you think the world is in chaos, many people will definitely want to buy some weapons to defend themselves. On the left and right, we are all trading without funds... or selling knife, you can also sell something else, such as blood droplets, swords, pots and pans made of metal..."

"Stop."

Cen Yi was playing the game in his hand, afraid that she would ask him to create something even more incredible, so he didn't leave the screen of his mobile phone, and just played the game in his hand and said:

"Just sell knives and stop making blood droplets. Your brother won't do that thing."

What is a blood droplet? Cen Yi has never figured it out since he was a child, but it is okay to sell knives. Anyway, the school has been sealed now, and Lu Zhengqing's father has just set off to Song Yuan's village and has nothing else to do, so he can go to the trading house to take a look.

After all, they have 24 stalls here, so they have to supervise the development of trading banks.

Just when Cen Yi and Qiao Lingxiang decided to visit Xiangcheng Trading Bank, a large number of parents gathered outside Xiangcheng Middle School and asked the security check to be unblocked and they wanted to go in to see their children.

Hou Manrong is also one of them.

Because the matter was a bit big, Wei Xingping, as the commander of the security inspection, also arrived at the scene and tried his best to explain to the parents that when their children were locked on campus, the Xiangcheng Management System would provide enough water and food, as well as all the medical treatment needed.

If the teachers have some students in it, they can just attend classes normally. Students who have not submitted their energy vouchers before can continue to stay.

Moreover, parents can pack clothes and quilts and other things, and let scientific researchers send them to their children. The mobile phone signal is still connected, so there is no need to worry about anything.

But there are still many parents quarreling. Over the past year, everyone's life has been too hard and too depressing. Even though they live a good life, they have become unrecognizable because of the energy tension. It would be strange if they feel relieved.

Some parents shouted,

"Don't believe him, he specializes in lying. Our children must have been stolen in school and studied it. The liar has unblocked the school!"

"Are they sliced? Are you pretending that our kids are answering the phone?"

Everyone scolded Wei Xingping, and all the incredible words they shouted could write a science fiction novel.

Wei Xingping wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood behind a group of security checks holding a shield with his microphone, and said:

"As long as you don't make trouble, this problem can be solved smoothly. The biggest difficulty we are facing at present is that you parents. If you don't believe it, then you can send someone in to check it out. Otherwise, let your children open a video for you to see, but I'm clear, and you can't come out after entering..."

"If you want to kill someone to silence him, don't believe his nonsense. The videos were recorded for our children in advance."

Some people make trouble, but they are actually just trying to vent their inner depression and unsuccessful mood. No matter how well others do or think carefully, they still have to make trouble.

Especially during this period of shortage of supplies, many people live a tight life and feel angry. They don’t know where to vent their anger. There are many children trapped in the school.

A child corresponds to several parents. When someone shouted, the parents who had just come to ask for an explanation because they were idle and just came to ask for an explanation were all in agitation.

Humans are easily incited, and even if they incite them, they are so childish that they are ridiculous and unfounded.

Amid the noise, Qiu Chen hid in his previous dormitory and received a call from Cheng Tian.
Chapter completed!