This was the one who had his balls kicked by Jessica ….
The way he looked at Smith Zhao was a bit strange, but Jiang Chen quickly realized that this was a very bad behavior, and he used a dry cough to hide the strangeness in his eyes.
"My name is Zheng Shanhe, they are my people." Out of courtesy, Jiang Chen opened the armor mask, borrowed Zheng Shanhe's name, pointed to the six guards in power armor behind him, and casually made up a story, "We are from Wanghai, NAC's First Division."
Although some people on the West Coast of North America had heard of the "General of NAC" due to the expansion of NAC colonies, fortunately, no one placed his portrait everywhere. At least General Zhao, or General Zhao, did not recognize his identity.
"Wanghai? First Division? I've heard of this name. " Smith Zhao said with some skepticism and looked Jiang Chen up and down. "So, for the sake of safety, let me ask … First Division, what are you doing in Chinatown in Los Santos?"
Obviously, he did not believe Jiang Chen's words, at least he did not let his guard down.
"We have no malicious intent, otherwise, we would not have saved 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."
Colony was NAC's term for colonies. Of course, they would not use the word colony to the outside world. NAC used to use the word outpost to refer to that place, and most survivors in North America also called the area "outpost", "outpost town" … Jiang Chen heard this information from Jessica.
When Jiang Chen mentioned the word outpost, the vigilance in Smith Zhao's tone was suddenly replaced by a hint of surprise.
"Outpost town? Wait, you are here for the outpost? "
"Is there a problem?" Jiang Chen asked.
"I thought you abandoned the unfinished 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, and the surprised expression did not seem to be faked. "If I remember correctly, it should be Black Skull living there now, the demons of the Nevada desert."
"It's called Black Skull? Demons or not, thank you for your information. " Jiang Chen nodded, paused for a moment, then said, "In fact, we did not evacuate from North America, and we even sent new immigrants here not long ago … However, the situation here shocked us. The entire outpost disappeared without any warning. We don't even know what happened here."
"… Damn it." When Smith Zhao heard Jiang Chen's explanation, he gasped. "You … didn't receive any news?"
"Yes." Jiang Chen nodded.
"I've really seen a ghost … Anyway, don't stand at the door. Let's talk in my mansion." Smith Zhao muttered to himself a few times before he waved his hand behind him, signaling the Asian gunmen to put away their weapons.
General Zhao's name was Smith Zhao. Although he claimed that his ancestors were Chinese immigrants from Fuzhou, it was obvious that he could not even find the exact location of Fuzhou on the map.
However, it did not matter where his ancestors were from. What was important was that General Zhao's attitude toward the colony was quite good. After confirming that Jiang Chen really came from the NAC on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, his attitude was obviously much more enthusiastic, and his words did not conceal a trace of longing for the other side of the Pacific Ocean.
In his eyes, North America had become a ruin, and Asia must be much better. After all, he had never heard of any survivor force on the West Coast running to Pan-Asia. It had always been NAC freighters sailing here one after another.
In his conversation with General Zhao, Jiang Chen learned that the exchanges between Chinatown and the colony were quite close. The merchants on both sides often traded with each other. Until the colony was "abandoned", he also finalized a large deal with the merchants of the Sixth Street worth 50,000 crystals.
After learning about General Zhao's troubles, Jiang Chen immediately said that he would perform the contract on behalf of the merchant. In the name of the military government, he would pay with cans instead of bottle caps, provided that he could show the relevant proof. After receiving Jiang Chen's promise, General Zhao immediately treated him as a friend and almost wanted to become sworn brothers with him.
"Thank you so much! My friend! If it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do. The skin of those long-tailed guinea pigs is very troublesome to deal with and very difficult to find. You may not know from there, but here, no one will want these things at all. "General Zhao, who was sitting on the sofa, asked someone to pour a glass of ale for Jiang Chen.
To be precise, other than the Sixth Street, no one would want such a flashy but impractical item.
For survivors, filling their stomachs was the first need, followed by a series of physiological needs. As for luxury goods that promote social prosperity, they could only be widely established on the premise of the existence of society itself.
The best-selling goods in the North American wasteland were always powerful and reliable machinery, as well as weapons with fierce firepower. Although canned food, tea, and tobacco were also luxury goods, they were consumables after all, and they also had some psychological comforting properties. The demand would never shrink.
For things like guinea pig skin that could only be used as decoration, even if the rich people in Liberty City were interested, it was impossible for them to buy fur worth hundreds of thousands or even millions of bottle caps at once like the businessmen of NAC. It was far more cost-effective to hire a few hunters to go shopping outside than to buy it with bottle caps. Coats or carpets made into coats could be used for a long time without breaking.
"We'll talk about the guinea pig skin later. I'm not here to talk business," Jiang Chen looked at General Zhao and continued. Looking at General Zhao, Jiang Chen continued, "Your canned food has to wait until the port of Outpost Town returns to normal. You should understand what I mean."
"You want us to help you take back Outpost Town?" Smith Zhao was taken aback, then shook his head with a bitter smile. "I'm sorry, I can't help you. Black Skull's firepower is too strong. We should be thankful that they don't come to us. I must be responsible for my people. "
"No need for your help. It's not difficult for us to destroy them." Jiang Chen shook his head, dispelled his concerns, and then said, "The crux of the problem now is that I must find out what happened in Outpost Town."
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Smith Zhao asked.
Although he was unwilling to take risks for NAC's territory, he was still happy to do this favor to NAC without threatening his own safety. Even if he disregarded the big deal worth 50,000 crystals, he was willing to help out of respect for his hometown.
This situation might not be seen in white, black, or other ethnic survivors, but among the North American Chinese survivors, it was still very humane. After all, before the war, they were marginalized people who were excluded from the mainstream society. During the war, they were almost imprisoned in concentration camps, and they didn't have a good life after the war.
Working together and helping each other had become their tradition. If they didn't help their compatriots when they were in trouble, they would be ridiculed by others.
"If it's convenient, I hope you can help me find out what happened in Outpost Town. In addition, I need some manpower, not a lot, two or three is enough. I will pay them at a reasonable price. Finally, I want to use our supplies to exchange for some bottle caps … "
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