Subway Line 0.
Before coming to Shangjing, Jiang Chen had never heard of this word. However, when he saw the introduction of Subway Line 0 in the booklet, he gradually became interested.
Digging such an entire subway line hundreds of meters deep underground, it shouldn't be for nutrient supply or canned food. The things stored inside shouldn't be cheaper than a war storage tunnel.
And the keyword "Pan-Asia Cooperation's Legacy" in the booklet successfully attracted his attention.
Of course, although he was interested, he didn't immediately bid for it. Although he didn't lack money, he couldn't be a fool, right? No one could guarantee that the ID card was a real ID card, and the legendary Line 0 really existed.
It wasn't until Room 001 offered a high price of five thousand crystals that Jiang Chen's concerns were completely dispelled and he boldly bought the card.
If Wan Peng knew that it was he who offered a high price to force Jiang Chen to buy the ID card, he would probably suffer from internal injuries. When Room 076 offered ten thousand crystals, he didn't hesitate to take out twenty thousand crystals.
In the end, he was killed by Jiang Chen's fifty thousand crystals …
Jiang Chen left the auction venue from the VIP passage outside the VIP room. As he was about to walk to the elevator, he saw a middle-aged man walking towards him.
Standing in front of Jiang Chen, the middle-aged man spoke with a slightly hoarse voice.
"Can I talk to you in private?"
"Not free."
Jiang Chen didn't even look at him as he walked in the direction of the elevator.
The expression on the middle-aged man's face froze as he watched Jiang Chen walk past him.
Although he had expected that he might run into a wall here, he didn't expect that he would be rejected in such a straightforward manner. She didn't even give him any face.
Seeing that Jiang Chen was about to get on the elevator, the middle-aged man thought of the task his boss gave him. He rushed forward and blocked Jiang Chen's way with a smile on his face.
With the middle-aged man blocking in front of him, Jiang Chen's eyelids slightly moved up. Only then did he examine the middle-aged man from head to toe.
Three-seven hairstyle, gray suit, black tie, black leather shoes …
If it weren't the apocalypse, Jiang Chen would definitely treat this guy as an insurance agent.
"May I know your surname, sir?" The middle-aged man cleared his throat and asked.
Jiang Chen was too lazy to deal with him, but he suddenly thought of something, and a subtle smile appeared on his face.
"Lu Fan, that's my name."
"Lu Fan?" The middle-aged man frowned slightly and carefully went through the name in his mind. He found that there was no one who could match this name and face, so he could not help but sound a little contemptuous. In a tone that did not allow for rejection, he said faintly, "My boss wants to invite you for tea."
"Oh? Who is your boss? "Jiang Chen smiled." Am I close to him? "
"Fang Peng, Manager Fang." The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly. The arrogance of a lackey of a big shot arose spontaneously. "Have you heard of the Survivors Alliance? The Pingan Street under your feet is owned by that Lord. I advise you to be sensible … "
Jiang Chen smiled nonchalantly.
"So?"
The expression on the middle-aged man's face gradually darkened.
"What do you mean? Are you going to reject our boss's invitation? "
"When have I ever shown interest?" Jiang Chen said emotionlessly.
The middle-aged man suddenly smiled, and the gloominess on his face disappeared. It was replaced by a look that looked like he was looking at a dead man.
"Good, very good."
Just as they were talking, the elevator also arrived.
The middle-aged man took the initiative to step aside and gestured to the elevator. He looked at Jiang Chen with a gloomy smile on his face.
"I hope Mr. Lu doesn't regret your choice today."
"Soon you will understand what will happen if you take something you shouldn't take and refuse someone you shouldn't refuse."
"Of course, if you regret it now, hand over that ID card, maybe —"
However, Jiang Chen didn't even look at him and stepped into the elevator.
The contemptuous posture was as if he was just an insignificant ant, and it was a waste of time to even look at him.
The elevator door closed, and the gloomy smile on the middle-aged man's face gradually distorted.
A ball of anger surged from his heart to his head, destroying his reason.
"Fu * k you!"
He punched the wall, and the middle-aged man's chest violently moved up and down. He cursed while gritting his teeth.
The passersby all cast curious looks at him.
"What the f * ck are you looking at!"
The middle-aged man used his eyes to scare away a person looking at him. He took a deep breath and adjusted his mentality. He looked around, hastily fixed his collar, and left in a hurry.
…
It was still the same VIP room. Wan Peng sat at the mahogany table, tasting the fragrant tea he begged from NAC while watching the crowd in the venue. The beautiful woman behind him looked at him seductively, and her seductive fingers gently moved up and down his shoulder.
Although he didn't bid for anything else, the beautiful woman behind him didn't dare to look down on him.
Not because of anything else, but because his name was Wan Peng.
Even if her manager, Ma Qianjun, came here, he had to respectfully call him Brother Wan and take the initiative to offer tea to him.
Gradually, the auction was nearing its end.
Good items emerged one after another, and the transaction price also reached new highs, but compared to the previous fifty thousand crystals, it was still a lot inferior.
When an N20 military power armor was bought by a survivor force in the Eastern District of Shangjing at the price of forty thousand crystals, the entire auction came to an end.
The middle-aged man knocked on the door and walked into the room. He walked to the side of the boss with shame and lowered his head.
"Boss."
Wan Peng said emotionlessly.
"What's the situation?"
"That kid is quite uncooperative." The middle-aged man looked indignant. "I have sincerely invited him, but he didn't give me any face. Later, I showed your name, but not only did he not understand, he even … "
"Even?" Wan Peng raised an eyebrow and looked at his subordinate.
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, pretended to be aggrieved, and added fuel to the fire.
"He even sneered disdainfully and said you are nothing …"
At this point, the middle-aged man didn't dare to go on and stood there obediently.
After listening to the words of his subordinate, not only was Wan Peng not angry, but he also smiled amiably.
"Hehe, is that so?"
"Boss …" The middle-aged man asked anxiously, "What do you think …"
"There are two ways to solve problems on the wasteland. One is to buy from them with crystals. As for the second …" Wan Peng took a sip of the light tea, "From their bodies."
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