The man with the hooked nose and shaved head did not call Ye Feng "kid" or look down on him like some others had.
This was because, on Xue Yu Li's suggestion, all three of them had made some adjustments to their appearances to blend in.
At this moment, Ye Feng wore a sun hat and sunglasses, a double-edged axe slung over his back, and an AK47 at his hip, presenting a mature and seasoned explorer look.
"Mmm!"
Ye Feng nodded lightly. "Fill up the Humvee's gas tank and all these gas canisters!"
As he spoke, a flash of light appeared in Ye Feng's hand, and twenty or so empty gas canisters, along with twenty-four bottles of beer, materialized on the ground.
Initially, the hooked-nosed bald man wasn't overly surprised to see a pile of gas canisters appear out of nowhere. For an experienced explorer like Ye Feng, possessing spatial rift fragments was quite normal.
However, when he saw a full case of beer in the middle of the gas canisters, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but walk over.
Seeing this, Ye Feng stomped on the beer case. "Fill up the gas first!"
"Uh... no problem, no problem~!"
The hooked-nosed bald man, slightly taken aback, quickly regained his composure and, with a smile, began operating the gas pump to fill the Humvee.
Ye Feng was quite pleased with the man's reaction.
He had previously learned from Li Sen that water was more valuable than oil in this desert, and items like beer and cigarettes were super luxuries, rare finds.
Perhaps finding it too slow to refuel alone, the hooked-nosed bald man called over a few other bald men to help fill the more than twenty empty gas canisters.
"Do you have aviation fuel?"
At this moment, Ye Feng took out a slightly old plastic bottle, drank some water, and asked in a casual tone.
Although he appeared nonchalant, Ye Feng was quite serious.
This was because it concerned the usability of the four-seater helicopter he had acquired. After all, helicopters couldn't use ordinary gasoline; they required aviation fuel, or problems would arise!
According to Xue Yu Li, although this gas station had aviation fuel, it was generally only supplied to specific users and not sold freely!
This was because aviation fuel was crucial for some large human survivor bases!
"Aviation fuel?!"
As expected, upon hearing the word, the hooked-nosed bald man became alert and eyed Ye Feng with caution.
"Why are you asking? Do you have a plane? A blimp?"
The hooked-nosed bald man probed.
"Oh, no, I was just asking. A friend asked me to inquire. If not, it's fine~"
Ye Feng lightly squeezed the intentionally aged mineral water bottle and took another sip, acting indifferent.
Glancing at the mineral water in Ye Feng's hand and then at the case of beer at his feet, the hooked-nosed bald man frowned deeply, his expression shifting for a moment before he said, "We do have aviation fuel, but it's expensive!"
"Oh, you actually have it!"
Hearing this, Ye Feng was delighted inwardly but remained outwardly composed.
"It's very expensive? How expensive?"
Ye Feng asked casually, showing no emotional fluctuation.
"Here~!"
The hooked-nosed bald man was also shrewd. Instead of stating a price, he raised an eyebrow and looked at the case of beer at Ye Feng's feet.
"This..."
Ye Feng furrowed his brow slightly. "That case of beer was a chance find, and I've been reluctant to drink it. I don't have any other beer..."
"How about cigarettes?"
As he spoke, Ye Feng put on a pained expression.
"Cigarettes?!"
Upon hearing this, the hooked-nosed bald man's eyes began to redden, and he panted heavily, appearing extremely excited.
"How many cigarettes do you have?"
The hooked-nosed bald man immediately asked, looking impatient.
"Not many... How much would it take to fill this canister?"
As he spoke, another flash of light appeared in Ye Feng's hand, and a 500-liter canister materialized.
This was the aviation fuel storage tank that had previously refreshed along with the helicopter in the [Shop].
"Mmm... Is 100 sticks enough? I only have these!"
As the hooked-nosed bald man appeared conflicted and even agitated, Ye Feng spoke again.
While speaking, Ye Feng still looked reluctant and pained.
"O-one hundred sticks? That's enough!"
"Just one hundred sticks!"
"Wait a moment, I need to report to the boss!"
Hearing this, the hooked-nosed bald man became visibly agitated and repeated himself three times.
Without waiting for Ye Feng's response, he quickly ran into the small building next to the gas station.
Shortly thereafter, a fierce-looking bald man with a large rat tattoo on his head emerged, guided by the hooked-nosed bald man, and looked at Ye Feng.
The hooked-nosed bald man was still talking animatedly, looking excited and thrilled!
After the bald man with the rat tattoo nodded, the hooked-nosed bald man quickly returned to his spot.
With a signal from the hooked-nosed bald man, and with the help of a few other bald men, a long and thick hose was brought from the other end of the gas station, and aviation fuel began to be pumped into Ye Feng's gray canister.
Ye Feng, being sensible, took out two packs of Soft Chinese cigarettes and handed them over, while holding the remaining three packs.
"I-is that a whole pack?!"
Looking at the red-packaged Chinese cigarettes in his hand, the hooked-nosed bald man trembled with excitement.
The cigarettes he had obtained before were single sticks, sometimes even half-sticks, and now he was holding an entire pack...
"Damn... I think I might have given him too much..."
Ye Feng frowned slightly, surprised by the immense impact of the Chinese cigarettes that had refreshed a few days prior.
Both the twenty-odd gas tanks and this 500-liter aviation fuel storage tank required a significant amount of fuel.
Thus, Ye Feng began a rather lengthy wait.
During this time, many people in the queue tried to cut in, but they were all cursed away by the hooked-nosed bald man.
At this point, a middle-aged man with a small mustache, not tall but as fat as a ball, walked over.
Unlike before, this time, the hooked-nosed bald man did not yell at the newcomer but instead chatted with him familiarly.
"Boss Ying, busy today, huh?"
"Hu Fei..."
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"Boss Ying, why isn't Boss Su Shu here today? Is there any major progress on the super sandstorm?"
"Boss Su Shu is personally heading out!"
Suddenly, the conversation of the short, stout, mustachioed man caught Ye Feng's attention.
Although he had deliberately lowered his voice, Ye Feng's hearing was sharp enough to catch every word.
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