I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1390: Mercenary in Chinatown

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The bottle caps that circulate in the waste soil can not be used just by smashing them out with a capping machine.

Only the Quantum Coke, which was issued after the economic crisis in 2150, and the kind of bottle caps with anti-counterfeiting codes, have circulation value. Moreover, the 350ml and 660ml limited-edition caps have different values. Since the latter has no survivor force to find a method of production, the value has been very stable. A large cap is roughly equal to twenty ordinary caps. According to the habit of using "how many" ordinary bottle cap pricing.

At that time, some people joked that "The Coca-Cola bottle cap anti-counterfeiting code is more perfect than banknotes. Maybe it will become the currency of third-world countries, after all, their banknotes have been depreciating." As a result, I didn't expect it to be a fortune. Today, more than forty years later, the bottle cap has become a hard currency.

It ’s just a pity that the place where it became hard currency is not in which third world country, but in this wasteland of North America ...

The Coca-Cola company spent a lot of money on the physical identification code, which ultimately facilitated the survivors of the North American waste. No need to connect to the Internet, only a slap-sized scanner is needed to identify the authentic bottle caps, and even Biya Jing is so good.

As for how bottle caps are popular, there are many deeper reasons, which are not repeated here.

With ten boxes of canned luncheon meat, Jiang Chen changed from General Zhao to large caps filled with ten cans of the same size, roughly equivalent to more than 5,000 caps. If converted into sub-crystals according to the market in North America, it may be a little more than 300 sub-crystals.

Imagine how much inflation in North America is.

Changing the bottle caps, Jiang Chen did not leave immediately, but chatted with the general Zhao for a while.

In addition to information related to the colony, he also heard some interesting rumors.

For example, the leader of the Tony Club is actually not dead. They must be careful when they see unclear canned meat. Sometimes they will recycle the cans of NAC as a guise. As for what meat is sold in it, only eat Until I knew it. Another example is that the atmosphere of Steel City and Liberty City is very unnatural recently, just like fighting, but I do n’t know who the opponent is.

Jiang Chen recorded the news in the watch's database. Seeing that it was not early, he got up and said goodbye to General Zhao.

"If there is news, I will send someone to the airport to find you. If you need staff, you can go to the pub at the entrance of Chinatown. Solo travelers, hunters and caravan guards are a good choice. I suggest that you should pay attention when dealing with the white people. If it is not strongly requested by the caravan, we will not put those people in. "Before leaving, Smith Zhao Xiangjiang urged.

"I will pay attention." Jiang Chen arched his hand and walked down the street with the six guards waiting at the door.

"You go to buy some nutritional mixtures and ask for information about the colony. We will meet here in an hour." A box of bottle caps was hand-stuffed to a guard, Jiang Chen told him, "No need to do it for me Save money. "

The places where nutritional mixtures are sold generally have a large flow of people. Perhaps the boss there will know something.

"Yes!" The guard nodded and turned to the other side of Chinatown.

Looking up at the pub aside, Jiang Chen motioned for several guards to wait at the door and walked in.

The survivors of Chinatown are quite exclusive, but this kind of exclusion is mainly for the survival of other skin colors. Without closing the hood, the Asian survivors in the tavern looked at Jiang Chen and others with more expressions of envy, not much greed or covetment.

In North American wasteland, power armor is not only a symbol of strength, but also a symbol of financial strength.

It ’s not easy for ordinary survivors to have a set of mechanical exoskeletons. As for those who can wear power armor, they are all local tyrants. These solo travellers.

A piece of power armor directly determines whether they will run or run when they encounter dead claws outside. Having their own power armor is the ultimate dream of almost all solo travelers and mercenaries.

In the eyes of these survivors, Jiang Chen and others have become the kind of decent compatriots. Since such a person appears in such a broken place, it is obviously impossible to come to drink. The environment of Chinatown Restaurant is much better than here.

The powerful solo travellers and mercenaries are already flexing their muscles, figuring out how to catch up with the gold master. No girl alone traveled to Jiang Chen with an ambiguous sight, and some even dared to whistle here. While accepting entrustments such as bodyguards and escorts, many open female mercenaries did not mind providing extra services to accompany and sleep. While getting tips from employers, they also solved their physical needs by the way.

That's the way in North America. Even if Asian survivors are relatively conservative, it is only relative to their compatriots across the ocean.

"I need to hire some people," walked to the bar, and Jiang Chen didn't order drinks. He directly shot the tip of the two large bottle caps on the table and said to the bartender, "There is no special requirement for strength. You do n’t have to drag your feet. The main thing is credibility, and the second is that your brain must be alive. Do you have any recommendations? "

At the moment of seeing these two big bottle caps, the bartender's breath was clearly rapid.

Folding the bottle cap quietly, he glanced at Jiang Chen ’s power armor and grinned, “The guy who does n’t drag your hind legs may be a little hard to find, but I do n’t think you look like I ’m looking for bodyguards or guards. If I guess right, then I recommend you to try those scavengers. Their instincts are as sharp as mice and they are very familiar no matter which survivor gathers. "

At this moment, a thin and tall man with a shaved head on his head and a striking scar on his face came over. Standing next to Jiang Chen, he glanced up and down Jiang Chen first, and then said.

"Do you need a helper?"

"Yes," turned his gaze to this man, Jiang Chen responded to his inquiry with an inquiring look, "Are you?"

"Gris, I don't remember my last name, everyone called me a crow," Gris grinned. "First, I won't drag you back, and second, I'm against survivors in California, Nevada, and Utah. They are all familiar. If you need guidance, I will at least not let you get lost. If you plan to find someone, as long as he is still on the west coast, he will not be able to escape. "

Jiang Chen did not nod immediately, but turned his attention to the bartender who had previously charged him.

I saw the latter wiping the cup in his hand, and did not shy away. He spoke directly.

"Crow Gris ... Well, I was a little bit impressed. Rarely can I get in and out of Chinatown without following the caravan, the good-looking scavengers, and occasionally visiting the caravan guard ... I can think of these According to the market, the hiring guide needs 20 bottle caps a day, 40 for guards, and 6 days for a full week. Of course, I just suggest that you talk for yourself. "

"Okay," looked at Gris, and Jiang Chen said, "You are hired by me now, and I will pay you fifty bottle caps a day, and I will tell you that your task is What. The only requirement is that I hope you are worthy of your compensation. "

Fifty bottle caps!

Hearing this number, many survivors cast their envious sights on Gris. Not to mention Chinatown, it is rare to find such an ambitious employer, even if it is placed in Liberty City.

After hearing his remuneration, Grice's face was also obviously a joy, but soon he hid this joy behind the humility, slightly nodded with pleasure.

"I am honored to serve you."

Jiang Chen nodded.

With this enviable job, when Gris thought that the sturdy employer would get up and leave here immediately, his employer still sat there and did n’t mean anything.

"What do you want to drink?" The bartender asked Jiang Chen because she didn't plan to leave, so she asked.

"No," Jiang Chen shook his head, and said in a voice that everyone nearby could hear. "I said, I need to hire some people ... probably three to five." /

After hearing this, Gris was stunned, and the bartender almost did n’t hold the glass.

As for the survivors beside ...

It's completely crazy.