"Please show me your ID, sir." It was the usual question.
Under the towering concrete wall was a reinforced metal gate. The inner circle's defense was more than one level higher than the outer circle. Jiang Chen was fortunate enough to witness the splendor of the inner city.
After paying one crystal point, he placed all his weapons at the checkpoint and was allowed to go through the checkpoint.
At the door was a spider tank with a triangular barrel. Its limbs looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. The patrol teams that passed by from time to time were also well-equipped, with black carbon nano armor and streamlined rifles. According to Sun Jiao, the soldiers in the inner circle were the core power of the Sixth Street. Most of them were the private soldiers of the "Group of Ten Council" that controlled the Sixth Street. Although the militia in the outer circle had decent equipment, they belonged to the public property of the Sixth Street. The nature was completely different.
Jiang Chen wondered if he should also buy a few pieces of the same equipment as he walked to the hotel of his target.
Along the way, Jiang Chen saw a lot of pedestrians. The people who lived in the inner circle, other than the senior technicians of the Sixth Street, were wealthy mercenary group owners, or wealthy investors who purchased properties in the Sixth Street. In short, it was the so-called wealthy area.
It was worth mentioning that the mercenary groups stationed at the Sixth Street were different from the half-soldier, half-robber groups that wandered on the wasteland. Most of them were responsible for defense along with the militia of the Sixth Street. Through the defense agreement, they would receive a commission. Occasionally, they would be sent to perform special missions or act as guards for merchant fleets. Mercenary groups that were registered at the Sixth Street didn't have to worry about being bitten since the insurance money was not paid for nothing. If there was a situation where the guards became robbers, not only would the guarantor of the mercenary group living in the inner circle face imprisonment, the Sixth Street would also send out armed forces to purge the violators.
At least that was what the slogan said.
Jiang Chen walked into the hotel that was obviously converted from a mansion before the war. Since they were here to discuss business, they naturally couldn't let others look down on them. They had to put on a good show. Jiang Chen didn't hesitate to pay for five days' worth of rooms. It was a total of 50 crystals. The hotel owner immediately treated Jiang Chen like a god as he respectfully escorted him to his room. Those who could afford to stay in this kind of hotel were either rich or of high status. No matter what kind of people they were, they were all people that the hotel owner would try to please.
Moreover, such an expensive hotel was usually unoccupied.
If there were people living there, they would usually be merchants or tycoons from other large survival bases or even outside of Wanghai City. Based on Sun Jiao's information, staying in a hotel like this was a very eye-catching event.
And Jiang Chen's goal was to attract attention.
Unobtrusive. Who would come to him for business with his mother?
As for whether trouble would come knocking on his door? Jiang Chen was not worried about this because the Sixth Street's neutrality had been a tradition for more than ten years. To be able to develop this place to this extent, it was definitely not something that a short-sighted person could do.
Based on this point, he had to praise the Sixth Street's system. The 'Committee of Ten', formed by ten major capitalists, managed this safe zone of free trade. The checks and balances between the powers also ensured that the established rules and regulations were strictly enforced. No one was willing to be the first to break the rules. It was okay to discuss business, but you couldn't kill your trading partner and affect your neighbor's business.
Of course, as for things like privacy, no one would care about that.
Just as Jiang Chen expected, the moment he stepped into the room, the hotel manager immediately reported this generous guest's information to his boss.
…
Jiang Chen's check-in information was quickly placed on someone's desk.
"Fishbone Food Production Company? Jiang Chen? Interesting. " A middle-aged man with a crew cut leaned against the boss chair. Under his thick eyebrows was a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes.
"Boss, do you need to talk to him?" The female assistant in professional attire pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose. As Zhao Chenwu's personal assistant, she was not only his right-hand man at work, but also his bodyguard when he was out. She would also occasionally help him with his physical needs.
Zhao Chenwu, one of the members of the Group of Ten council. He controlled 13% of the Sixth Street's Inner Circle military force. He was also the owner of two firearms factories and one pharmaceutical factory. He also owned a lot of real estate in the Inner Circle. His other identity was the president of the famous Zhao Corporation.
"No rush, let's wait and see." A mischievous smile appeared on Zhao Chenwu's face. He didn't know what to make of this young man.
Food Production Company? Where else in this wasteland could there be any land that could be cultivated? Even if it was soilless cultivation, the plants would still grow into strange shapes under the influence of radiation, and they could even be poisonous. Of course, there were organic plantations on the Sixth Street, but most of the fruits and vegetables produced were inedible. The remaining half were mostly ugly and didn't taste great. It was not an exaggeration to say that if you planted a watermelon, it might actually grow a bean.
Of course, there were places outside of Wanghai that had the technology to grow on the wasteland, but it was rare and expensive. For example, simulated biosphere? These technologies were only heard of. Although the technology before the war was advanced, now … everyone's technology was off track.
As the major shareholder of the Paradise Island Hotel, he had seen a lot of representatives who came to the Sixth Street to discuss business. But it was the first time he heard of a food production company.
Was the Sixth Street lacking in mutant cow meat? It was just that normal people couldn't afford it.
Thinking of this, Zhao Chenwu shook his head and put the information aside.
Looking at his watch, Zhao Chenwu felt a little hungry, so he asked his secretary, "Is lunch ready?"
"Yes, my boss. Let me confirm again. Is today's lunch still curry chicken? "The secretary used a standard tone.
Seeing Zhao Chenwu nod, the female secretary turned around and left the room. After a while, she came back with a plate of steaming curry chicken on rice.
The unique aroma of curry made Zhao Chenwu's saliva secrete rapidly. He couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks and began to eat without a care for his image. Looking at the boss eating so happily, the female secretary standing on the side couldn't help but swallow her saliva, but she knew that this wasn't her share.
Just a few mouthfuls of curry chicken was worth 20 crystals! It was equivalent to the price of two nights at the Paradise Island Hotel.
But that was not the main point, the main point was that there was no market for it!
A while ago, the Outer Circle's trading center purchased 20 boxes of this canned food and sold it to the upper class of the Inner Circle at a price of 60 crystals per box. Zhao Chenwu used his status as a member of the Group of Ten council to buy one. Fortunately, it wasn't an auction, or else the price would have increased.
There was only one can of food, so Zhao Chenwu divided it into three portions and ate it shabbily.
Zhao Chenwu also investigated the whereabouts of the person who sold the can, but he heard that the two people were targeted by an organization called Huizhong Mercenaries the moment they left the house. No one knew if they were dead or alive. When Yang Chenwu heard the news, he slammed the table in anger and cursed the ancestors of Huizhong Mercenaries. He almost sent out his private soldiers to teach those idiots a lesson. But due to his status, Yang Chenwu didn't make a move in the end. Although they were targeted from inside, they did it outside, so it wasn't considered breaking the rules. If he made a move, then he would be breaking the rules.
Therefore, the last bit of "treasure" was eaten. Zhao Chenwu smacked his lips, shook his head, and threw the matter of the delicious curry chicken to the back of his mind. Although he was curious about the taste of the braised beef that his old friend Mr. Ding bought, he must have eaten it already.
Also, he was a man of great importance, and it was not good to always think about food.
He took a stack of documents from the desk. There were some problems with the company's operations that he needed to personally look over.
Suddenly, the corner of his eyes glanced at the report with the check-in information, and an inexplicable sense of déjà vu crept into his mind.
[Hmm … why does this name sound so familiar?]
[I've seen it somewhere before. Where?] …
…
If Jiang Chen knew that the canned food he sold to the Outer Circle trading center was carefully divided into three portions by the boss of the Sixth Street, he would probably laugh to death.
All in all, Jiang Chen was having a great time.
He was the only guest in the luxurious mansion. Although the oppressive radiation clouds and deteriorating sunlight couldn't make people feel like they were on vacation, Jiang Chen was quite satisfied with the facilities in the mansion.
For example, the recovery chamber.
When he laid inside, it was as comfortable as being wrapped in jelly. He breathed in the high-oxygen air delivered by the respirator and felt the slippery sensation all over his body. Every pore on his body seemed to have been relaxed.
Although it was not as beautiful as the Hilton Hotel in Sanya, it was superior in terms of technology! Technology was indeed a good thing, nature could go to hell …
When Jiang Chen came out of the recovery chamber, he felt a chill all over his body. From a cleaning perspective, the effect was many times better than taking a shower. Not to mention dandruff, even bacteria-level dirt was cleaned by this thing.
At the same time, the nutrient fluid accurately massaged all of Jiang Chen's acupuncture points through vibration. Not only did it relieve fatigue, but it was also beneficial to his health.
This thing is a good thing. Should I get one back? Jiang Chen couldn't help but touch his chin as he seriously pondered. He really liked this thing.
He grabbed a bathrobe and put it on before he immediately ran to other facilities to experience it.
Ping-Pong with the robot was probably for the rich who didn't have the opportunity to exercise. After Jiang Chen played for a while and realized he couldn't beat the robot, he dropped the racket and stopped playing. Also, Jiang Chen wasn't too interested in tennis.
What interested him the most was the holographic cinema.
Those 7D movies in the modern era were simply too weak!
He put on the helmet and then fixed his body on the soft recliner. It was as if he was in the real world. What shocked him was that he was standing on the streets of New York, feeling the night wind blowing in his face, and watching the fierce battle between the police and the criminals from the perspective he expected. He could even experience the battle from the perspective of the protagonist. Although he could feel the whistling bullets, and he could turn on the sense of pain through the settings, he couldn't control the protagonist's actions …
From a certain perspective, it was amazing!
Especially when he was watching a romantic action movie … Ahem!
Jiang Chen did look around, but after thinking about it, these things couldn't be shown in public, and it was unlikely to be shown in the cinema. If it was the apocalypse, it wouldn't be a problem, but of course, these movies were made before the war.
Jiang Chen, who had enough fun, left the cinema with only him and was ready to go back to his room to rest.
But when he walked to the door of the room, he suddenly found a beautiful woman standing at the door.
Seeing Jiang Chen walk to her, the beauty greeted him and bowed slightly.
"Number 410, honorable guest, do you need any service?"
The sweet smile and delicate face, as well as the golden ratio figure, was like a work of art. Jiang Chen couldn't help but be tempted and immediately forgot Sun Jiao's warning.
Haha, why would a man worry about not having a wife? Ahem … Jiang Chen's language wasn't good, but he also vaguely felt that this sentence didn't seem to be used here.
Who cares! I'm not bringing her home anyway.
Thinking about this, Jiang Chen couldn't help but show a "gentleman" smile.
"Of course, I need your" service. "Jiang Chen emphasized the word" service. "
The beauty in uniform smiled and bowed to Jiang Chen again.
"Number 410, at your service."
Why does it feel so weird?
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