I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 921: Wise decision
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No. 27 Ziyuan Road, Shangjing City, which houses the largest gymnasium for Pan-Asian cooperation. It is said that when the war broke out, a grand football game was being held here, so on the seats around the ring field, there were vaguely visible skeletons peeled off and flesh, and corroded Coke cans.
Directly below the stadium is Refuge 022, but this refuge has long since been abandoned. What makes it reappear is the most pragmatic and diligent sect of gravekeepers in the church at dusk. Although they are religious, they are never bound by the doctrine and pursue absolute efficiency. It is for this reason that they will lead with Boyu Orthodox sects are moving towards differences.
"Sometimes, I think the name of the tomb digger is more suitable for us than the tomb keeper." Lu Minghui took a torch, looked around his eyes, and followed the lines on the wall without knowing how many years of blood had been oxidized. Go, said in a broken voice.
"Your statement is very vivid." The man smiled and said with a light tone, "But I won't agree with your proposal at the meeting. No matter what age it is, it is not a popular occupation. . "
"Come on, I ’m just talking."
Walking in a run-down subway, behind them, a team of two-headed cows carrying goods. These hard-working animals are one of the few mild alien species on the waste soil that are easily tame and can cross terrain where vehicles cannot cross domains. And because there is less toxin accumulation in the body, if you do not consider the taste of chewing sand, they are also one of the few sources of meat on waste soil.
More than ten soldiers wearing winter clothes walked around the consignment team, scanning the shadows in the corner with vigilant eyes, alerting to possible zombies, aliens, or predators. Although it was the usual way to go, no one dared to take it lightly. The survivors who overturned the gutter in the gutter because of the paralysis are unable to count even the fingers of all living people, and there are many powerful solo travelers.
Soon, they arrived at their destination-Shangjing Stadium Station.
Crossing the dismantled ticket gate, a team of people drove the double-headed cow to the exit and entered the second basement of the stadium. This is the stronghold of the grave sect, where nearly 10,000 people live. The center of the stadium has been transformed into a large plantation, and the transparent graphene shield can block the snow and penetrate the sunlight. The mutated fruit growing on the greenery field is the food source of this underground "city".
Two sentries approached the door, and after confirming Lu Minghui's identity, they immediately backed off for two salutes.
Lu Minghui nodded, crossed the door, and continued to walk forward. The man behind him stayed and took the pack to the other direction.
He came to a bullpen-like place, and a man with a big belly pooped forward, rubbing some puffy eyes, and reached out a tablet from his pocket. As a warehouse manager, his daily job is to count the materials shipped into the base.
"Yo fat, are you on duty today?"
"Yes, in the **** ghost weather, my nose is almost frozen ..."
Mumbled forward, and uncovered a wrapped leather buckle, his hand froze suddenly.
"This! This is!" The man named Fatty felt a big shock in his heart, his eyes narrowed into two slits, and he looked like two green beans.
"A full container of cocoa beans, I do n’t know exactly how many tons ... It ’s amazing, is n’t it? Until a few days ago, I thought that this kind of thing has been extinct from the earth." The man ordered himself I took a package of inferior cigarettes and took pictures of the bulging package on the back of the double-headed cow. "Pack it separately and transport it to the warehouse to keep it. Remember to keep it dry. That's it."
The fat man nodded quickly and greeted the staff to unload the cocoa beans. Just put it in a pot and bake it, then add sugar and boil it continuously to extract the cocoa liquid of toon. With a little treatment, it can be made into cocoa powder or chocolate.
No matter what kind of things are made, they are sold luxury goods on waste soil, because they are easy to store and can even be used as currency like canned food!
And because of the high calorie characteristics, they are much more valuable than canned food of equal weight!
If you want to convert to sub-crystal, I am afraid you have to use millions of units.
On the other side, Lu Minghui, who walked deep in the basement of the stadium, stopped and pulled the data cable from the EP to connect to the jack next to the door. After the reading on the screen was completed, through the safety verification, the flat concrete wall cracked a straight gap and gave way to both sides.
Putting away the EP, he took his steps and walked into the passage.
As he stepped forward, the cold light in the corner of the corridor lit up, dispersing the darkness in the corridor. Stopped at the door at the end of the corridor, he paused for a moment, took a deep breath, reached out and pushed the door open.
In the door, suddenly bright.
Round meeting rooms, such as the Roman courts of the Roman era. There are more than fifty high-level churches at dusk, sitting on both sides of the meeting room. Judging from the empty meeting place, this meeting has obviously started for a long time. At the same time the door opened, everyone's eyes were focused on Lu Minghui.
"You are late, Mr. Bishop." The old man sitting in the first place looked at his watch softly and looked towards him.
"A little situation appeared on the road." Lu Minghui walked to the center of the circular meeting place, facing the old man with a slight luggage.
There are many bishops of the grave sect, but there are only a few real powers. The old man sitting at the top of the conference room is one of them. As the archbishop of the Tombkeeper, he is in charge of all powers including finance and the army.
The old man nodded and did not intend to investigate the reason for his lateness. His dry lips slowly opened.
"Start reporting."
Lu Minghui nodded slightly and began to report.
"NAC did not have a hostile relationship with the orthodox sect led by Boyu, and the hostility has already cleared the relationship with them. The covenant reached quite smoothly, and Jiang Chen himself also liked the gifts we presented. If Saint Shield system repair, he promised to provide us with a habitat in Wanghai City. "
The people in the conference room whispered, and the people sitting at the conference table relaxed a little. The old man sitting in the first place also nodded approvingly. He was obviously quite satisfied with the good news brought back by the bishop.
Looking at the time, Lu Minghui adjusted his tone and said.
"In return, they gave us a container of cocoa beans ..."
The discussion in the conference room came to an abrupt halt, and everyone's expressions stiffened in the face, including the old man sitting in the first place. Not because of embarrassment or anger, but because of shock that I do n’t know what to do.
Container?
How big is the container?
One container of cocoa beans? Rather than mutating fruit? Or bullet shell valley?
Lu Minghui didn't feel any surprises when doing everyone's expression. This feeling he had already experienced when he was in Wanghai City. Until the container was loaded on the freighter, he had not eased from the shock.
Looking around the senior people present in the conference room, Lu Minghui looked at the old man sitting at the top and said solemnly.
"The strength of NAC is far beyond our imagination, we must reexamine the relationship with them."
The thin index finger rubbed against the armrest, and the old man fell silent. Compared to the high-ranking seniors present, he thinks more about the deep meaning behind these gifts and the terrifying strength of NAC.
There is no goodwill or mana on the wasteland, and the factor that one side keeps the other calm is only absolute strength.
After a long time, the chapped lips opened slowly.
"You are right."
Lu Minghui was relieved and bowed slightly.
"Wise decision." (To be continued.)