"Hey, how come there are so much cooking oil here?"

When Qin Ming was about to report, everyone in the advance team expressed their shock. This was not a barrel or two, but at least two hundred and forty barrels. These oil barrels were piled up in a building complex near the Palace Square, and some were even loaded on the truck and not unloaded at all.

Palm oil is the world's largest edible oil in terms of both production and consumption. Ordinary Chinese may be unfamiliar with it. When it is actually widely used in the food industry, more than 30 tons of palm oil are a huge asset in the apocalypse.

You should know that in order to provide enough oil and fat to the members of the army to ensure that everyone can work in society normally, Zhou Qingfeng has created the "Supreme" instant noodles with heavy oil and salt. At present, these more than 30 tons of palm oil are important oil and fat supply.

Regarding Qin Weidong's confusion and doubts, Mr. Fuller, who was rescued, gave a guess with a wry smile, "Luanda is the largest city and an important port in Angola, and cargo is very diverse. This batch of palm oil may have been robbed when the catastrophe occurred.

In the past year, Luanda, which originally had a population of nearly 10 million, suffered a catastrophe. A large number of people died and scattered. The tragic tragedy can be seen from the bones everywhere in the city. Now, only tens of thousands of people are left in such a large city to survive, and many things have been completely forgotten.

These palm oils may have been replaced by many owners. The superiors do not have to worry about food and drink, so they naturally have no motivation to search for these littered stocks. The subordinates are prohibited from touching and entering this warehouse area where stolen goods are stored, so naturally no one has found them.

For the thugs who occupy the city, their lives are about grabbing, killing, and cleaning up inventory are not what they have to consider. It’s not that I want to mock the natives here, they don’t have this skill at all.”

The advance team agreed with this speculation. After all, as far as they are seeing, there are indeed too many people dead in Luanda City. However, looking at the house area where garbage and treasures are mixed, it is very exciting - there should be other good things in this inconspicuous place.

"In other words, we can find more supplies?" Qin Weidong asked.

Mr. Fuller nodded, "Theory, there is more to be found."

Qin Weidong continued to ask: "What we have robbed is the territory of a certain thug in the city, right? There are more than 20 forces, and there should be more similar forgotten treasures, right?"

Mr. Fuller was stunned and nodded, "It's true in theory. But your team members are not enough. It's impossible to pick up all the territories in the city, and it's even more impossible to be hostile to all forces.

And I must also remind you that although you are good to those black slaves, they may not be grateful. The black people here are either extremely simple or extremely cunning. I have met many black liars who can be extremely submissive and then turn around and betray you."

This is true. The Aurora Legion encountered similar problems in Havana. The Legion Commander was once furious about this. One of the causes of the rectification movement was to deal with lazy blacks and Latin Americans.

But considering that large-scale African expedition personnel will arrive in the future, Qin Weidong felt that it was necessary to clean up the area that was currently under control. He ordered: "Organize special personnel to clean up this area, and block the news at the same time, and the slaves responsible for cleaning are not allowed to leave again."

The specialized personnel are naturally Qin Ming and Fuller, each of whom brings twenty slaves to work. For safety reasons, all the slaves were shackles and shot immediately if they escaped.

The cleaning and inventory continued, although it was tiring but also very happy. The thugs entrenched in the palace square threw a lot of things at the place where they stocked up on the robbery, and Qin Ming even found the shriveled fruits and vegetables, and even the bodies from the messy piles.

Angola's economy is mainly agriculture. This land of more than one million square kilometers can support a powerful country. Unfortunately, most of the people here are so poor that they are very poor. There are a lot of goods transported to Luanda for export, and at present a large amount of goods are accumulated in garbage dumps.

"This is completely 'dark under the light'." Qin Ming was so happy that he was extremely surprised. He actually found several more container trucks among a pile of building ruins.

"The thugs here are thinking about going out to grab things all day long, but never thought that good things were next to them." The container on the car was robbed and never opened at all. When Qin Ming ordered the slave to cut the steel cable with hydraulic pliers, the one stored inside turned out to be...

Large sacks of Angora coffee beans.

Coffee is very expensive nowadays, and it is absolutely a luxury. Only the upper class can enjoy it. The end of the world has widened the status between people. When the lower class is unable to eat, the upper class is squandering its fullest.

People with status will even seek items that show their identity even more. Westerners' habit of drinking coffee will not be easily discarded. Whether it is enjoyed within the legion or used for export, this batch of coffee is of great value.

"The climate and soil in Angola are suitable for coffee growth, and the export volume is very large." Mr. Fuller appeared at the right time. He picked up a bag and opened it and grabbed a handful of coffee beans, sighing: "This is Robest coffee, with first-class quality. Even before the catastrophe, it was a hot item in the international market."

"There are five standard containers here." Qin Ming held a crowbar as a baton in his hand and shouted to the slave behind him: "Open them all."

All five containers were filled with coffee. Mr. Fuller wrote down the approximate quantity and storage location of this batch of coffee in his small notebook, and then ordered the storage to continue.

"Hey... boy, why are the houses and containers I opened are worthless things, and you can always find these valuable goods?" Mr. Fuller was quite depressed. He had just found a house full of potatoes that had rotted after sprouting, worthless.

"I am young and have a good luck. Hahaha..." Qin Ming became more and more excited. This kind of treasure hunting in the garbage dump was so interesting. In response to this explanation, Mr. Fuller could only scratch his head and sigh.

The next thing I found was more and more, and Mr. Fuller finally gained something. He found canned sugar and large bags of corn. The sugar was preserved in good condition, but some of the corn had already sprouted, so he finally decided to throw it to the slaves to improve their food.

In addition, when cleaning up a garbage mountain, Qin Ming found a large number of small commodities, including slippers, clothes, toothpaste and toothbrushes, pots and pans, and even shampoo and baby products.

"These things were undoubtedly stolen from the supermarket." Mr. Fuller found a can of baby milk powder and sighed again, "Often the people who open supermarkets in Luanda are Chinese. Their fate is probably not very good."

The slaves were responsible for selecting useful items and restoring them, and a large amount of moldy goods could only be discarded as garbage. Qin Ming picked up a photo in the garbage - the background of the photo was the word "Fu" hanging upside down at the door of his house, and a Chinese family of three was laughing happily in front of the house.

There is also a small black bloody handprint in the photo, maybe... it was left by the child.
Chapter completed!