Road Survival, I Have a Hint System!

Eating while checking the regional channel chat had become a habit for Zhang Tuohai.

At this moment, he was cutting some grilled wings while watching the chat on the regional channel.

"Today's harvest wasn't good; I can only eat the dry bread left from yesterday. It's really miserable."

"You're better off. At least you have bread. I'm down to eating cornmeal steamed buns."

"Does anyone have extra food? I've gone two days without eating. I'm willing to trade plastic doll manufacturing blueprints for it."

"What use is a plastic doll? It's heavy and useless, and it's a hassle to clean. It’s better to just manage without it."

"Upstairs has experience. Come on, the mic is in your mouth; tell us your story."

The conversation quickly went off track.

"It seems these people aren't really hungry; they're still in the mood for sleazy talk? Should I reduce the sale of oil residue too?" Zhang Tuohai mused privately.

Just then, a new comment popped up.

"Hmph, a bunch of poor folks. I just got a box of pizza today, and it’s fruit-flavored. Envy it or not?"

The comment was accompanied by seven or eight photos.

The photographer had skill; each shot was perfectly lit and angled, showing clear professionalism.

Zhang Tuohai glanced at the commenter— it was Fan Mingkun.

An old acquaintance.

Zhang Tuohai remembered that just yesterday, Fan Mingkun had publicly opposed his acquisition of herbs on the regional channel.

He had been shot down.

Unexpectedly, the guy had good luck today and managed to get a box of pizza.

Zhang Tuohai wasn’t too impressed with the pizza because he had something better.

However, the other people in the channel were not so indifferent.

"Wait, you can actually take pictures?"

"Yes, I tried it just now. You need to actively apply to the system for permission; no wonder it was never noticed before."

"Damn, pizza! With fruit on top!"

"Big shot, can you trade some? I’m willing to trade 500 milliliters of water for a slice of pizza."

"Boss, just give me one slice, and I’ll acknowledge you as my leader. I’ll do whatever you ask."

Fan Mingkun sneered: "A bunch of poor folks. You think you can trade 500 milliliters of water for pizza? No way. The lowest acceptable offer would be car modification blueprints. Don’t even think about anything less."

"And where’s Zhang Tuohai? Wasn’t he so arrogant yesterday? I see you’re having plain noodles today. Do you plan to steam buns or cook noodles? Is pizza better?"

Seeing Fan Mingkun’s provocative remarks, Zhang Tuohai frowned.

He didn’t want to get into a spat with these people.

But since someone was openly challenging him on the regional channel, he had to hit back. Otherwise, how would others view him? It would be even harder to acquire things in the future.

He had to strike back, and hard!

With this decision, Zhang Tuohai quickly took a photo of the half-eaten grilled wings on his table and posted it.

"Today’s staple food is missing, so I had to make do with some barbecue."

"Grilled wings.jig"

"Kidneys.jig"

"Leeks.jig"

After posting a few photos, the regional channel erupted.

"Damn, the big shot is having barbecue?!"

"What kind of wings are these? They’re huge, almost filling the table!"

"Big kidneys! Boss, give me a skewer. I’ll trade you for gasoline!"

"Sniffle, big brother, give me a skewer of leeks, and I’ll be so grateful."

The regional channel was buzzing with excitement, and Zhang Tuohai’s private messages were equally lively.

Many people sent private messages—some wanting to pledge allegiance, some looking to trade, and some begging for a handout.

Several women, discovering the ability to take photos, sent Zhang Tuohai some private photos.

They offered to send intimate photos if he would share some barbecue with them.

"Who do you think I am? Do you think I can be tempted by mere beauty? You’re insulting me!"

Fuming, Zhang Tuohai saved a few of the more appealing photos and then deleted the private messages.

Did they think a few photos would make him share his barbecue?

Too naïve.

If not for dealing with Fan Mingkun, he wouldn’t even have posted the photos.

Isn’t it better to make money quietly?

At this point, Zhang Tuohai’s reputation had completely overshadowed Fan Mingkun’s.

Seeing no chance of turning things around, Fan Mingkun decisively went silent.

Seeing Fan Mingkun’s silence, Zhang Tuohai lost interest in continuing the conversation and went back to enjoying his grilled wings.

After finishing half of the grilled wings, Zhang Tuohai felt about 70% full. He then ate two skewers of leeks, one skewer of tiger whip, and two skewers of tiger kidneys before feeling completely stuffed.

"Overestimated it; I grilled too much."

Zhang Tuohai looked at the grill, which still had half a grilled wing, six skewers of leeks, and four skewers of tiger hearts left.

"Forget it, let’s be a good guy and give these away."

Zhang Tuohai traded the remaining half of the grilled wing, six skewers of leeks, and two skewers of tiger hearts to the Su sisters.

"So big?" Su Mu was stunned when she saw the half-grilled wing, which was almost as tall as herself.

"Yes, I grilled too much. Eat slowly; it’s only one meal’s worth, no need to worry."

Zhang Tuohai replied.

"But this is too much. I can’t even eat it in two meals," Su Mu said, unsure of how to start with such a large grilled wing.

"It’s okay. You can send back any leftovers, and I’ll make a stir-fry with vegetables for tomorrow morning. It’ll taste good."

Zhang Tuohai was very experienced in this.

"Thanks a lot. By the way, the intermediate wood materials you asked Xiao Qi to look into have been obtained. I’m sending them to you now."

Su Mu said, sending the intermediate wood materials.

"Got them so quickly?" Zhang Tuohai was overjoyed.

With intermediate wood materials, he could craft the Remington shotgun.

Barbecue meant nothing compared to a gun; a gun was essential for survival.

"How many resources did it cost? I’ll compensate you at the original price," Zhang Tuohai said.

"Not much, just a few dozen milliliters of water. The seller didn’t know the value of the item and sold it to me with some first-level parts," Su Mu said nonchalantly.

"Still, thank you." Zhang Tuohai said, sending two packs of turkey noodles in return.

"Didn’t you say there was no need to pay?"

"This is the benefit fee I promised your sister."

After sending the message, Zhang Tuohai immediately went to the manufacturing area and crafted the Remington M870.

A flash of light, and a black shotgun appeared in Zhang Tuohai’s hand.

The gun had a large barrel, smooth lines, and showcased the charm of modern industry.

This was the famous M870 shotgun, a weapon beloved by the military, police, and civilians alike.

Its performance might not be the best, but it was definitely the most widely owned.

This gun performed exceptionally well, especially in close combat. Even untrained civilians could use it to deal with multiple attackers, making it a top-notch self-defense weapon.

With the shotgun in hand, Zhang Tuohai felt invigorated. He was eager to find a beast and test the shotgun’s power.