I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 38: The placement of slaves
Remember [lnmao.org] in one second, fast update, no pop-up window, free to read!
The next day, Jiang Chen retired from the Paradise Island Hotel, and after bidding farewell to Zhao Chenwu, he embarked on his way home.
Remodeling of the sewer entrance is already underway, and several armed personnel with the trademark of the Zhao company have occupied the entrance here. It can be seen from the busy construction trucks and workers setting up polyethylene panels that Zhao Chenwu attaches great importance to this trade route.
After seeing Jiang Chen coming, the soldiers in full-body combat uniforms raised their hands, instructing Jiang Chen to stop, and showing the genetic ID. After confirming that Jiang Chen's genetic ID was a distinguished guest confessed by the boss, the soldier stood up for a military salute, and then let aside to release Jiang Chen.
Although it is an enterprise's operation mode, these private armed forces have already possessed the qualities of the army, which makes Jiang Chen have a new understanding of the strength of the sixth block. On the bright side, the militia is defending the security of the 6th block, but in essence, the real fighting power is actually the private soldiers of those big capitalists. As such, those militiamen are more like policemen.
If these soldiers were to face the Roshan Mountain last time, it is estimated that they would not be as strenuous as those militiamen.
The renovation inside the sewer has not yet begun. When Jiang Chen jumped on the mossy concrete road, it was still dark around. After turning on the tactical flashlight and the three-dimensional map in the holographic computer, after confirming the route, Jiang Chen began to move in the direction of returning home.
－
－
The atmosphere is very depressed.
Since being brought into the isolation room by the militia, everyone has had an ominous hunch in their heads. It also confirmed their hunch that everyone was diagnosed with X1 flu. Next were a few people dressed in white coat doctors, commanding several genetically enhanced soldiers and pressing them on a fixed bed. After they regained consciousness, everyone felt some inexplicable soreness in the back of the neck.
"You have been injected with enslavement chips, and I don't have to explain too much. You will be taken to your new owner later, you pigs ..." Cheng Weiguo still remembers clearly, that is What an indifferent look. Indeed, for the Sixth Block, the unemployed are a bunch of pigs who waste food.
This is a conspiracy!
However, no one stood up to resist.
They are no longer the newcomers who have just arrived at the survivor base. Since accepting the so-called minimum guarantee, freedom has been insulated from them. If you do n’t have a job, one supplement of nutritional mixture per day can only make them barely starve ... Still starved to death.
At the moment everyone was squatting in a circle, standing next to six soldiers in black combat uniforms. Although some people speculated whether the Zhao Group bought them, but seeing the pile of materials on the side, it would only make people feel that their group was just being sold to others like goods.
"Wife, they didn't do anything to you." Cheng Weiguo took his wife's hand worriedly.
"No, I passed out after being injected with a sedative. After waking up, I feel like you, but I feel a bit uncomfortable in the back of my neck." Zhou Jiexi held his hand softly in order not to worry about her husband. Road.
"The young couple hurry up and intimate, hehe, maybe we will be sold as a coolie later. Hehe, men, work. Women, hehe ..." The middle-aged man grinned and said with a smile.
"You say another TMD?" Cheng Weiguo felt the trembling from his wife's hand. He couldn't help but felt a fire and stared at the man fiercely.
"Why, do you want to fight?" The middle-aged man skimmed his lips listlessly and extended his index finger to nod his neck. "Come on, I won't fight back. See if you die first or I die first." "
The slave belongs to the owner ’s private property. If there is a private fight between the slaves, then usually both parties will be executed.
The guard has noticed the movement here, and the defensive general moved the muzzle over. These people are the goods of the boss and guests, and if something happens, they will be punished.
Cheng Weiguo clenched his fists, but he had no choice but to stop. Seeing that Cheng Weiguo didn't attack other slaves around, he couldn't help but have no interest and stopped paying attention to this side.
Suddenly, the guards standing around moved. I saw six people standing in a row with rifles. After saluting a young man, they got on a small haul truck and drove away in the direction they came.
－
－
What is it like to be watched by thirty eyes?
In fact, I do n’t feel much, especially when I know that I ’m in control of the life and death of these thirty people, this sense of indifference is particularly strong.
Sighing, Jiang Chen left the unusual feeling in his mind behind his head. He doesn't want to be a cold-blooded politician and guest, he just wants to be a rich man in a wine pond.
Very vulgar, but cool.
However, if you want to accumulate wealth in this disorderly soil, you ca n’t do without matching strength. Otherwise, don't say anything rich, at most count as a fat sheep. When you encounter a bandit like the Grey Gu Mercenary Corps, you are the only victim.
So force and deterrence are indispensable, and there are many things he needs to adapt to.
Concentrated, Jiang Chen glanced at those cowering figures, then took a deep breath.
"Okay, look at me here, I am your future master." Jiang Chen clapped his hands and shouted loudly.
The sound echoed in this dark sewer is so weird.
"I know there are many questions in your mind, such as whether you will be pulled to a place as a bait, or carry a rifle on the front line as a cannon fodder and the like. Fortunately, I can tell you responsible, no ! "
Jiang Chen clearly felt that everyone was relieved, and the 30 heart rate-related indicators displayed on the EP also slowed down a lot.
With a smug smile on his face, Jiang Chen continued to take a deep breath and preached loudly.
"You are really lucky, because your master is me, I believe you will realize this in the near future. Work for me, I will not make you hungry, even I will let you live over you A rich life that I did n’t even dare to think about before. But ... "
Speaking of this, Jiang Chen slowed down slightly, and deliberately lowered his voice, artificially adding a sense of chill to the tone.
"I am very forgiving and kind, but the only thing I ca n’t tolerate is betrayal. I believe you also know what the chip on your back is. For me, you do n’t have any privacy. For betrayers. , There is no punishment other than death, that's it. "
The voice fell loudly, but it was terrible quiet in the sewer. The pair of timid, frightened, and suspicious pupils enlarged, and the nostrils underneath did not dare to make one out of the atmosphere.
Fear? doubt? That's right! What is needed is this effect.
After the big stick, carrots, he does n’t believe that these people will be disobedient. I believe that after drinking the first bowl of porridge with cauliflower, which I haven't heard for many years, these surprised people will immediately thank him as God.
"Why are you still stunned! Carry me something and go home!" Jiang Chen's big hand waved, and the slaves trembled up from the ground and carried the nearest supplies.
Climbing up the sewer outlet first, and after confirming safety, Jiang Chen laid down the prepared sling. The following people hung the supplies on the sling, and then transported them one by one. The machine tools used in production are all disassembled and stored in boxes, just need to be lifted into the villa and assembled.
With a bunch of refugees carrying large and small bags, avoiding the dull zombies, carefully crossing a messy street, Jiang Chen finally saw his villa, or say "soil" Fort "...
Press the bell. Soon, the fiery body flew into his arms and hooked his neck.
"Are there flowers and grass?" Squinting like a cat, Sun Jiao looked at Jiang Chen from bottom to top.
"Shouldn't the first sentence be that I miss you so much?" Jiang Chen smiled and patted Sun Jiao's lower back. The chick was getting naughty. how to say? The evolution of barbarians to little women?
"You haven't answered my question yet." Sun Jiao laughed playfully, drawing small circles on his back with his fingers.
"I swear to the sky, no!" Jiang Chen hurriedly raised his index finger and said silently in the heart.
Robots are not humans ...
Although the woman ’s intuition makes Sun Jiao somewhat skeptical, Jiang Chen does not have anything undesirable. She wasn't the kind of woman who didn't want to be unwilling, and she soon left the matter aside.
After kissing Jiang Chen again, she began to greet the slaves who were left aside to move things into the villa. Then he and Jiang Chen planned the placement of these slaves.
The lawn in the vestibule of the main building of the villa was drawn by Jiang Chen to build temporary tents for these refugees. This small-sized travel tent was included in the batch of materials previously traded with Zhao Chenwu and could barely be tucked into two people. Because of the limited space, these people can only be squeezed first, anyway better than sleeping outside the wall.
Of course, there are vacancies in the main building, but Jiang Chen does not intend to put these strangers into his home with kindness. Even if these people have no ability to resist, they are "honest people" who have no criminal record in the slums, but they are still a knot in their hearts. Until the loyalty and sense of belonging of these people are cultivated, they can only be treated as strangers.
According to Jiang Chen's instructions, Yao Yao got a big pot, poured a small bag of rice into the pot, and then mixed it with the right amount of water. Then, according to Jiang Chen's instructions, she cut some greens leaves and pork foam, then poured her brain into the pot, and then put two spoons of salt and a small half spoon of MSG.
Turn on the gas pipe and raise a fire under the pot made of stone pier.
After struggling to mix the ingredients with a long wooden spoon, Yao Yao stood on tiptoe and heoped the lid onto the pan.
Sucked his nose, adjusted the heat again, and then Yao Yao stood so obediently waiting for the porridge to be cooked. Although I do n’t understand why Brother Jiang Chen let these newly bought slaves eat such good food, no matter what Jiang Chen does, she will unconditionally support her.
Moreover, my brother ’s gentle and kind look is so handsome ...
Probably because of the heat of the stove, Yao Yao's small face was slightly hot.
Unconsciously, she has reached the age of crankiness.