I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1389: Damn it

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This is the one who was kicked by Jessica ...

The look in Smith Zhao ’s eyes was a little weird, but Jiang Chen quickly realized that this was a very bad behavior, and used a dry cough to cover up the strangeness in his eyes.

"My name is Zheng Shanhe, they are my people," and the armor mask was opened out of courtesy. Jiang Chen borrowed the name of Zheng Shanhe and pointed to the six guards wearing power armor behind him. Road, "We are from Wanghai City, the first division of NAC."

Despite the expansion of the NAC colony, although some people on the west coast of North America have heard of "Marshal of NAC", fortunately, no one has put his portraits around. Recognize his identity.

"Wanghai City? The First Division? I have heard of this name." Smith Zhao said with some suspicion, and looked at Jiang Chen up and down. "So, for safety's sake, I would like to ask ... You from the First Division, what are you doing in Los Angeles ’Chinatown?"

Obviously, he did not believe Jiang Chen ’s remarks, at least he did not put his guard down.

"We are not malicious, otherwise we will not rescue your people," Jiang Chen pointed to the young man named Wang Ping next to him, and then said, "We are here to understand the situation of the outpost."

A colony is what NAC calls a colony. Of course, it does not use colony as an obvious term. In the past, NAC used the word outpost to refer to that place, and most survivors in North America also called the area "outpost", "outpost town" and so on ... The information Jiang Chen came from Jessica I heard.

Listening to Jiang Chen's word of outpost, the alertness in Smith Zhao's tone was suddenly replaced by a trace of surprise.

"Outpost Town? Wait, are you here for Outpost?"

"Is there any problem?" Jiang Chen asked.

"I thought you left the rotten building there and went back to your hometown. After all, there is really nothing worth remembering in North America." Smith Zhao stared at Jiang Chen with wide eyes, but his surprised expression did not look like Pretended, "If I remember correctly, the black skull, the devil in the Nevada desert, should live there now."

"Are they called black skeletons? Whether they are demons or not, thank you for your information." Jiang Chen nodded, paused for a moment, and then said, "In fact, we did not evacuate from North America, even not long ago. New immigrants were also sent here ... However, the situation here shocked us, the entire outpost disappeared, there is no sign, we do n’t even know what happened here. "

"... Damn it." Hearing Jiang Chen, Smith Zhao sucked his tongue, "You ... didn't receive any news?"

"Yes." Jiang Chen nodded.

"It's a real **** ... Anyway, don't stand at the door, let's go to my house to speak." He murmured several "hell", Smith Zhao waved his hand behind him, beckoning the Asians The faced gunmen put away their weapons.

General Zhao ’s name is Smith Zhao. Although he claimed to be a Chinese immigrant in the area of ​​Rongcheng, he obviously could n’t find Rongcheng anywhere on the map.

But it does n’t matter where his ancestors are from. The important thing is that this general Zhao ’s attitude towards the colony is quite good. After confirming that Jiang Chen is really from the NAC opposite the Pacific, his attitude is obviously more enthusiastic, and his words There was no concealment of that longing for the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

In his eyes, North America has become a ruin, and Asia will be much better. After all, he had never heard of a survivor from the West Coast running towards Pan-Asian. He was always a NAC freighter driving one by one.

In a conversation with this general Zhao, Jiang Chen learned that the communication between Chinatown and the colony was quite close. Businessmen on both sides often communicated with each other. Until the colony was "abandoned", he also communicated with the sixth block. The businessman finalized a big deal worth 50,000 Yajing.

After learning about General Zhao ’s distress, Jiang Chen immediately stated that he would perform the contract on behalf of the merchant, and in the name of the military government, use cans instead of bottle caps to pay, provided he was able to produce relevant certificates. After receiving Jiang Chen's promise, General Zhao immediately happily regarded him as a friend, and he almost didn't pull him to worship.

"Thank you so much! My friend! Without you, I really do n’t know what to do. Those long-tailed guinea pig skins are very troublesome to handle, and very difficult to find. You may come from there I do n’t know. In our place, no one would want these things at all. ”People let Jiang Chen pour a glass of ale, and General Zhao on the sofa watched Jiang Chen earnestly.

Accurately, no one except this sixth block will have such flashy things.

For survivors, filling the stomach is the first need, followed by a series of physiological needs. As for luxury goods and other things that promote social prosperity, it can only be widely established if the society itself exists. .

The best-selling products in the waste soil of North America are always powerful and reliable machinery and fierce firepower weapons. Although canned food, tea, and tobacco also have some luxury properties in them, they are consumables after all, and with the nature of spiritual comfort products, demand will never shrink.

And things like guinea pig skin that can only be used for decoration, even if the rich people in Liberty City are interested, they ca n’t buy hundreds of thousands or even millions of bottle caps at a time like NAC merchants. Go back. It is far more cost-effective to hire a few hunters to go out and go shopping than using bottle caps, and the coats or carpets made can be used for a long time and will not be damaged.

"I will talk about the guinea pig skin later. I am not here to talk about business," Jiang Chen said, looking at General Zhao. "Your canned food can only be obtained after the port of Qianshao Town returns to the right track. You should understand I mean. "

"You want us to help you recapture the outpost town?" Smith Zhao froze, then shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I'm sorry I can't help you. The firepower of the black skull is too strong, they don't come Thank you for your trouble, I must be responsible for my people. "

"It ’s not difficult for us to destroy them without your help," Jiang Chen shook his head, opening his mind to dispel his worries, and then said, "The key to the problem now is that I must figure out the outpost What happened to the town. "

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Smith Zhao asked.

Although he is not willing to take risks for NAC ’s site, he is still happy to sell this favor to NAC without threatening his own safety. Even if the big deals worth 50,000 Yajing were set aside, he would be willing to help out of the fellow's feelings.

This may not be seen in the settlements of survivors of white, black or other ethnic groups, but it is still very humane in the group of Chinese survivors of North American Chinese. After all, they were marginalized people who were excluded from mainstream society before the war. They were almost locked in concentration camps during the war, and they had no good days after the war.

Hanging groups and helping each other have become their traditions. Seeing that fellow citizens in difficulty do not help at all, they will be spine-bone when they pass out.

"If it is convenient, I hope you can help inquire about what is happening in the town of Outpost. In addition, I need some manpower, not a lot, two or three is enough, I will pay their salary at a reasonable price. Finally , I want to replace some caps with our supplies ... "