The seawater lapped against the giant flat bamboo rafts composed of hundreds of bamboo rafts, splashing with salty water.

The humid and warm air made people unable to cheer up, and even the elegant female voice coming from the radio sounded like hypnosis.

This is a huge sea area five thousand nautical miles away from the New World. It is located on the northeast side of the New World. It only takes a month to reach the land at full speed.

Originally, because the disaster magnitude was only reduced by 40%, there were basically no humans in this area.

But recently, more and more people have gone to the New World, and the place has gradually become more lively, with a large number of individual groups arriving every day.

Either trading to replenish fresh food, or asking for news about the New World through the inn.

There are also many, like those on the radio, looking for mercenaries to defend against pirates who may appear nearby at any time.

At this time, there was a narrow hut built with wooden planks on the bamboo raft.

Just after reading the manuscript, Dorothy, who had blond hair, walked out shaking her head like an angry lioness.

"Remember, if they don't pay enough bounty next time, I will kill all these ads!"

"Who knows, we actually exchanged a precious long-distance intelligence opportunity for this thing."

She slapped the piece of paper recording the information in her hand, and only endless dissatisfaction could be heard in her tone.

In fact, Dorothea would not have been so angry that she went off the air without even finishing the manuscript.

In the past, the bounty price paid for this piece of information would have made her feel happy for several days.

But now, due to the large flow of population, the rules of message delivery at sea stations have changed.

The charges for delivering the message itself can no longer meet the needs of the post.

They need more valuable information to attract passing humans to buy detailed information and earn the middle price difference.

To purchase this long-distance message, Julang Station spent nearly 300 fish.

It’s more than the two hundred swimming fish as a reward for passing on oneself!

"Advertising charges usually start at five hundred. They want to use the price of two hundred to dream!"

Looking at the crowded flow of people on the deck, no one came to ask for information.

Dorothea cursed angrily again, angrily tore the toilet paper into pieces, rolled them into balls and threw them into the trash can.

Yes, she no longer wants to sell this news to other sea stations.

Since these damn guys dare to deceive her, they have to pay the price of not being able to deliver the message.

Snap!

The wooden door banged as she slammed it, and the men standing nearby looked at each other, a little confused for a moment.

However, a few naughty children were running around on the deck. Seeing Dorothea being so angry, they ran to the trash can and took out another paper ball like a prank.

For them who lack entertainment activities, this is the only fun at sea.

Soon, a dozen small fragments were put together, and the crooked font reappeared on it.

"Abba, Abba, can this 'Tian Yuan' territory cure the Hell Flower Virus?"

"Yeah?"

"Huh, that's really powerful. I heard that the hell flower virus in the New World seems to be very powerful, and it will kill people if it gets infected."

"They should charge for treatment, right? Who knows if it's fishing law enforcement?"

"I seem to have heard of the name Tianyuan. I just can't remember where I heard it."

"Let's record their locations first. If we go to the New World and get infected, we can still have hope for treatment."

"That makes sense. There is no information about their location in this application? Could it be that Dorothea hid it on purpose?"

"If not, then there won't be. We don't have the money to buy information from this vampire."

The men who were working did not discuss this. Most of them just wrote down the name Tianyuan and left in a hurry.

After all, this message is just an "advertisement".

They are not infected with the "Hell Flower" virus. Isn't it unreasonable to pay attention to this thing?

As for buying more detailed information from Dorothea, it's even more ridiculous. Who knows what kind of sky-high price she will charge.

It’s better to save more supplies and go to the New World as soon as possible!

The transmission of messages is hindered not only in the sea with huge waves.

Since the migration of people led to changes in the rules of post stations, most post stations have become more cautious when buying news.

Only a few were as careless as Dorothea.

After hearing the general idea and judging its transaction value, most people shook their heads and chose another piece of news.

When the remaining people bought it and found that it was just an insignificant advertisement, they also had different emotions of anger.

Those who are a little calmer can still finish reading the message dutifully, hoping that someone will come to buy the specific information.

Some angry people, like Dorothea, simply put the sender of the message, "Tian Yuan Territory", on the permanent blacklist.

And all this, wait until the intelligence team in the giant tree root area on the edge of the coastline learns about it.

It’s already the night of January 5th!

"These greedy things, do they want to make a fortune by selling information?"

Sitting in the simple information sending and receiving station, Bao Lei couldn't help but curse.

If he hadn't been busy browsing the news on the World Channel, he would probably still be kept in the dark now.

The player with the ID "Dorothea" sent three messages in a row with bottomless abuse, as if the territory owed her a lot of money.

And if what she said is true.

"Friends, calm down, calm down, we didn't know this happened."

"Don't worry, we have collected the reward you paid, and we will definitely ensure that this message is delivered within 10,000 nautical miles!"

The man sitting across the table kept wiping his sweat.

Especially when he saw the pistol exposed from time to time on Bao Lei's waist, his whole body tensed up, fearing that the guy opposite him would suddenly burst out and shoot him in the next second.

"Hall, we have already paid so much as agreed, and it is absolutely inappropriate for something like this to happen."

When he thought that 90% of those who brought the supplies were paid, Bao Lei was so depressed that he didn't want to speak.

He even wanted to kill the boss directly and just make Li Daitao the manager of the inn.

But when he touched the butt of the gun and remembered the lord's instructions when he came, he had to force himself to calm down.

The rules at sea are not as simple as on land.

They had seen it many times on the way here. Those seemingly kind-hearted guys were no more kind than pirates when they encountered "good opportunities."

If we say that the New World barely has a trace of order because of the existence of aboriginal people.

Then the sea area where the migration tide is breaking out is a chaotic and disorderly killing field.

Fights break out here almost all the time, and injuries occur from time to time.

"Of course, of course I know, I promise you, brother!"

"Give me some time and I'll sort this out!"

Facing the questioning, although Hall was very annoyed, he still behaved respectfully.

"Give you half a day at most, otherwise we will return the remuneration we paid."

"Yes, I'll kill you if you delay. You don't keep your word."

"Don't pretend you don't understand. Did you see that, if you dare to mess around again, I will shoot you directly."

"Didn't this guy steal our money on purpose?!"

Looking at the boiling Chinese people behind Bao Lei, Hall took a deep breath, stood up and apologized repeatedly.

Originally, he was in a good mood today. The arrival of a large number of foreign humans migrated, which brought many opportunities to make money.

But now this group of people came to attack, which made him feel terrible.

However, Hall did not stop these people from getting angry on the spot.

This is the only rule he can live by for such a long time, and he will never have a direct conflict with anyone.

He waited until he had repeated assurances and confirmed that Bao Lei and a dozen people had disappeared from sight.

He pondered his emotions for a moment, then turned back to the small room and took out a small red piece of paper from under the table.

There is nothing recorded on the front of the small piece of paper, but on the back is a decent-looking skull.

Picking up the quill on the table, he started writing quickly, and in a short time he filled the entire front.

After reading it with satisfaction and making sure there were no typos, he got up and went out and hurried to another area on the deck.

As a station near the coast, the scale here is much larger than that at sea.

There is even a slum area specially designated to accommodate those unfortunate people in distress.
To be continued...