Sixth Street Inner Circle, Tulip Hotel.
As an asset under the Zhao Corporation, the hotel had become a renowned five-star hotel in East Asia. The people who lived here were either merchants from the Hanzhong Northern Alliance Area or dictators from the south.
But recently, a wealthy man with a special identity and generous spending came to this place. He used twenty diamonds to book the entire hotel for a week and sold ten tons of cornmeal at the Sixth Street market.
One kilogram of flour could be exchanged for three credits, and ten tons of cornmeal would be thirty thousand credits.
In the Sixth Street, this amount of money was considered a huge sum.
These people didn't seem to have the concept of hiding their wealth. Other than the ten tons of cornmeal that were sold, there was an entire container full of corn stored at the port of Wanghai, guarded by twenty fully armed soldiers.
As to the chief named Zariya, although he had been living a life of debauchery in the hotel for the past two days, he wasn't completely idle. There were ten people who followed him to the Sixth Street.
Most of these people mingled in the market and investigated the Sixth Street.
"The price of food here is very expensive, but it's different from what we expected. They used something called the 'Garden of Eden' to produce a certain amount of food. But the output isn't very high. Most people still eat nutrient supply synthesized from mutated plants and only occasionally eat cooked food. "
"Soldiers have a high status in the NAC. This place is probably the same as our side with a military government system. The position of the general is similar to the chief and can have a lot of women. "
"The price of military supplies here isn't high. Their industrial level should be slightly better than ours, but we have the advantage in both population and weapon storage. They don't pose a threat to us for now."
In the presidential suite on the top floor of the Tulip Hotel, a burly black man knelt on one knee and reported the work situation for the past two days to Chief Zaria, who was playing an AR somatosensory game.
Zaria threw the sensor in his hand onto the table next to him, then walked to the high-end sofa sewn with mutant fur and sat down. He hooked his finger at the white female slave next to him, then pointed at his pants.
Without any resistance, the white female slave with the mask walked mechanically to Chief Zariya like a marionette and squatted down. Then, she slightly lifted the mask and opened her mouth.
Chief Zariya's eyebrows gradually relaxed as he snorted and leaned back on the sofa in enjoyment. His fingers tapped on the armrest as he said nonchalantly.
"What I care about are slaves, slaves, a lot of slaves, especially those yellow-skinned ones. Do you understand what I mean? If I can't complete this task, the Great Chief will punish me. "
The Great Chieftain was the Prime Minister of the Ununited Chieftain, the legitimate king. This king was assumed by the chief of the most powerful Emirate. He had the unified power to declare war and mediate civil wars. If two large tribes were locked in a fierce battle, then the great chief had the obligation to mediate between the two sides.
Not long ago, the Great Chieftain issued an order that a piece of fertile land in the former Tanzania region would be reclaimed, requiring at least 200,000 serfs. The massive population demand made the Great Chief set his sights on the more distant East Asia.
As a trusted aide of the Great Chieftain, Zaria naturally accepted this mission without hesitation. However, when he arrived in Wanghai, the situation here made him feel shocked. The Europeans told him that the Holy Shield was destroyed, but he clearly saw an orange dome covering the entire sky. The soil here clearly couldn't be farmed anymore, but the Sixth Street's market had piles of food and all kinds of food to buy.
"NAC has abolished slavery. It will be difficult for us to get slaves." The giant black man hesitated for a moment and said in a low, muffled voice, "I've tried to contact the mercenary groups here. They agreed to help us smuggle slaves, but they asked for two tons of rice or one ton of corn flour for each slave."
It was a sky-high price!
It was almost twice the price Zariya offered to the NAC military government.
Zariya's eyebrows were locked together as he weighed whether or not the deal was worth it.
After about five or six minutes, he finally made a decision.
"Leave those people alone. After I meet with the NAC General, I'll give them an answer."
"Roger."
The huge black man retreated respectfully. When he left the room, he looked enviously at the white female slave kneeling under Chief Zariya, and then closed the door behind him.
…
After a day of recovery, Jiang Chen felt like he was alive again. Sun Jiao and the others didn't continue to exhaust his body, but they arranged a timetable.
Now that the passage between the apocalypse and the modern world had been opened, there were no longer any obstacles between the two worlds. Early in the morning, Xia Shiyu took Sun Jiao and the others to Coconut Island in the modern world. They would probably return at night.
Therefore, when Jiang Chen woke up, the entire mansion was empty. It made him feel empty and lonely.
Fortunately, Yaoyao was considerate. At around twelve, she came back to prepare lunch for him.
Perhaps it was because of what happened yesterday, but whenever Yaoyao saw Jiang Chen, she would frantically avert her eyes. Her entire face turned into a blushing red apple, so red that it looked like blood was about to drip out.
Coupled with the pink apron and the white silk under the skirt, this appearance could really stimulate the protective desire of males, but at the same time, it could also ignite the most primal desire in a person's heart and release the evil side of the heart …
Of course, even if Jiang Chen wanted to, he didn't have the strength to do so.
The severe exhaustion yesterday had already made his body unable to handle it.
It was better to control it for the next few days.
Otherwise, it would be a problem in the future.
After lunch, Yaoyao put the plates in the kitchen while Jiang Chen left the house and took a helicopter to the Sixth Street. On the helipad near the council building, he saw Chu Nan who had been waiting for a long time.
Chu Nan respectfully saluted the General and walked next to Jiang Chen.
"Zariya is waiting for you in the conference room. Together with him was a wizard, his entourage, and a slave. "
"Wizard?"
"Not a real wizard," Chu Nan shrugged and smiled. Chu Nan shrugged and said with a smile, "It's just a position, probably similar to a military advisor or a staff officer."
"What does he want? Did he say?"
"Slave," Chu Nan said. "They want to start a slave trade with us."
Jiang Chen nodded and didn't make a statement. After a moment of thought, he suddenly asked.
"What do you think of the African continent?"
"A bloated and weak giant." After thinking for a moment, Chu Nan added, "Carrying gold bricks that are heavier than their body weight."
Jiang Chen paused for a moment before he laughed and looked at Chu Nan.
"I have the same thought as you."
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