"This is my munitions factory. There are hundreds of laborers working for me, delivering those metal gadgets to the good and bad people. We won't go in. The temperature inside is unbearable. "
Jiang Chen felt like this sentence was contradictory.
Zhao Chenwu pointed at the military factory that seemed to be in operation as he proudly explained to Jiang Chen. His appearance was not much different from the modern world's developers.
"This one is the same, but it only produces the more expensive gadgets. For example, the .50 caliber sentry cannon. The gadgets on the inner circle wall are all produced by my factory."
When they walked to a factory that was significantly smaller than the previous building, Zhao Chenwu pointed with his finger that was holding a cigarette and spoke.
The apocalypse was not lacking in cigarettes. Alcohol could not be produced on a large scale due to the lack of food, so cigarettes became a way for most people to relieve mental stress. The burning tobacco here had a strong spiciness to it, and not everyone was used to it. Radiation had brought uncontrollable mutations to all living things on Earth, but not all of the mutations were malignant. For example, this special tobacco could adapt to the soil of the wasteland just like the mutated plants that could be seen everywhere. It could be grown on a large scale without the need for advanced cultivation techniques, which was why cigarettes were not expensive in the apocalypse. Many survivors would plant a few in front of their homes to use as medicine and cigarettes.
Jiang Chen obviously couldn't stand the spiciness. Zhao Chenwu laughed and expressed that he didn't mind, he could just throw it away if he didn't like it. But it was all relative. When Zhao Chenwu took the Zhonghua from Jiang Chen, he also felt that the taste was too bland and not satisfying enough.
"Oh? I'm also interested in this type of automatic weapon. Is it convenient for Mr. Zhao to sell me a few? " Jiang Chen watched an employee in a white uniform use a tablet to test the machine that was half the height of a person. He controlled the 360-degree rotating muzzle to aim at the target inside the isolation room and unleashed ferocious firepower.
"Hahaha, of course, no problem. But the production is very low. Recently, the Sixth Street is upgrading the equipment at the northern checkpoint, and the order list is two months later. I'll have to trouble Mr. Jiang to wait. "
"It's fine." Jiang Chen smiled nonchalantly.
The two of them walked side by side in this high-tech factory. The female secretary named Su Lei followed behind them, carrying Zhao Chenwu's briefcase in her hand. Along the way, people bowed to the three of them, giving off the feeling of leaders entering a factory for inspection.
To be honest, after walking around the factory, the more he looked, the more shocked he became. Including the Frisbee sized maglev drone and the half-assembled two-meter-tall power armor …
As Zhao Chenwu said, the production of these things was very low because facilities such as military factories were definitely the focus of attention during wartime. It may not be difficult to search for a civilian-level assembly line from the wasteland, but to find a complete military production line was simply a joke.
Including the power armor that was being built, most of the equipment was handmade. Jiang Chen looked at a worker holding a hammer and slowly hammered the high-temperature armor into shape. Another worker carefully assembled the tiny electronic components inside the armor. Perhaps before the war, these processes were completed through high-precision automatic production lines, but in the apocalypse, a lot of things had to be done by hand.
Of course, the lack of manufacturing process was only for complex equipment. The bullet assembly line was easy to solve.
But even so, the firepower of the survivors was undeniable. No matter how hard the zombie's head was, it was just a headshot. Even if the Death Claw could tear through the shell of the power armor, it was still a tank as its nemesis.
Then the question was, even with such powerful equipment, could humans not conquer the bloodthirsty mutants and zombies?
Jiang Chen thought about this and became silent. He was curious what kind of existence existed in the city center.
"A portion of this equipment will go into my private force, and the rest will be sold to the Sixth Street army or other interested buyers. But power armors are generally not allowed to be sold, and some heavy weapons such as spider tanks are also prohibited. Unless the Sixth Street council votes to approve the purchase, my factory will only start producing these troublesome things. " Zhao Chenwu didn't notice Jiang Chen's contemplation as he continued. His words were meant to give Jiang Chen a heads-up. If Jiang Chen wanted to buy a power armor, it would be difficult for him to do so.
"Oh? So Mr. Zhao is considered an arms dealer? "Jiang Chen threw the question to the back of his head and asked with a smile.
"Half. I also have a pharmaceutical factory and some real estate business in the Inner Circle. If Mr. Jiang Chen is interested in buying a house in the Inner Circle, you can come find me. Haha. " Zhao Chenwu took a puff of his cigarette and laughed heartily. He picked up a ring-shaped arm guard from the table and threw it into Jiang Chen's hand.
"Mr. Jiang is often away from home, so this nitrogen armor is my gift to you."
"Then I'll accept." Jiang Chen didn't reject it. He smiled and put it on, then looked at Zhao Chenwu with a questioning look.
[How do I use this?]
Zhao Chenwu waved at the soldier testing the equipment on the side. The soldier immediately saluted and ran to the center of the isolation room. The soldier activated the nitrogen armor on his hand. The high-density gas ripple was like a viscous stream of water as it spread out from the ring in the center of the arm guard in a bowl-like shape.
At the same time, a heavy machine gun appeared in front of the soldier. The black muzzle directly spewed out tongues of fire.
Because of the excellent soundproofing, Jiang Chen couldn't hear the sound inside the isolation room. But he was shocked to find that all the bullets bounced off the nitrogen barrier. The soldier behind the shield remained in a half-squatting position and didn't even seem to be affected by the impact of the bullets.
[Damn! It's a protective shield?]
"Through the inert atomic vortex effect, the nitrogen forms a high-pressure circulation under the traction of the central field … Haha, I'll leave the theoretical stuff to the experts. I only want to see the effect. Mr. Jiang, are you satisfied with this? "Zhao Chenwu waved his hand to signal the end of the experiment. Then the machine gun lowered.
"Satisfied, very satisfied. I don't know if there are any restrictions on the use of this thing. "Jiang Chen played with it for a while before putting it away.
"There aren't many restrictions, just that the energy consumption is a bit high. The overheating problem of the central spiral device hasn't been solved yet. One crystal is enough to start this thing for one minute. After ten seconds of continuous use, it will overheat. After using it for a while, the amount of crystals consumed would be more than the cost of making it. Also … it doesn't have much effect on optical weapons and particle weapons. Of course, it's quite effective against kinetic weapons. "Zhao Chenwu blew out a smoke ring.
"I didn't expect Mr. Zhao's military factory to have the ability to develop weapons." Jiang Chen exclaimed.
"Haha, of course. But this thing doesn't sell well. Not many people can afford this thing. But the scientists under me are studying how to apply this thing to power armors, to see if partial armors can make use of it … Let's not talk about this, just leave this annoying thing to the experts. Haha, as I said, I only care about the effect. "
…
After leaving the factory, Zhao Chenwu took Jiang Chen to the pharmaceutical factory to take a look. But the size of the pharmaceutical factory was small, so there wasn't much to see. It was rumored that the genetic vaccine produced here took up 30% of the Sixth Street's market share. There were also other vaccines that sold well on the wasteland. For example, epinephrine, hematopoietic injection.
After the tour, the two of them went to the entrance of the ghetto.
It was still the manager of the talent market called Wang Yi. After the bald fatty saw Zhao Chenwu, he ran out like he was flying, and then bowed in an exaggerated manner. The flattery was comical, but surprisingly, it didn't make people feel annoyed. It seemed that this fatty was no ordinary person. To be able to live so comfortably in the apocalypse with flattery was not something a normal person could achieve.
Zhao Chenwu didn't waste any more time with this minor character. He only glanced at the female secretary Su Lei behind him before continuing to brag to Jiang Chen. Su Lei took out a piece of paper from her briefcase and skillfully handed it to Wang Yi. Wang Yi obediently took the document and immediately nodded his head to express that he would get it done. He quickly ran back to the office and quickly took out a stack of documents.
"Pick whatever you want. These are all surplus workers without jobs. You don't have to worry about getting into trouble if you touch the workers of other factories." Zhao Chenwu waved his hand, and Su Lei handed the stack of documents to Jiang Chen. Jiang Chen and Zhao Chenwu had already reached an agreement to transfer the 30 people to Jiang Chen at a price of 20 crystals per person. The payment was already made during the delivery of the goods.
One crystal was the official price for the criminals, and the other 19 crystals was the cost of installing the latest insurance system according to Jiang Chen's request. Zhao Chenwu didn't earn a single cent from Jiang Chen as he sold them to Jiang Chen at the cost price as a favor. After all, compared to the benefits brought about by the trade agreement, he really didn't care about these small benefits.
The latest insurance system was much safer than the electronic collar. It was achieved by implanting a microchip at the back of the slave's neck through nano-scale surgery. Once someone betrayed him, Jiang Chen could directly activate the self-destruct program in the microchip. The traitor's head would fly a few meters away like a soccer ball. Although it was cruel, Jiang Chen didn't plan to use his own safety to pity people other than important people.
At the same time, the microchip also had neuroelectric lie detection, map positioning, optic nerve access, and nerve signal blocking functions. It could be said that slaves had no privacy and no ability to betray. This was many times more advanced than the electronic collar. Of course, the price was also many times higher.
But Jiang Chen was an open-minded person. As long as these people didn't have any bad intentions, he didn't mind giving them a much more comfortable life.
"Haha, if you like anyone, just tell me. They will immediately be" banished "because they have a terminal illness." Zhao Chenwu only needed to open his mouth to decide the fate of this group of people.
Needless to say, power was a great thing.
…
Jiang Chen quickly flipped through the stack of resumes. This type of resume was not a bunch of bullsh * t like the previous ones. It was a direct record of a person's value. After passing a special assessment process, the artificial intelligence would judge from an objective point of view and provide a direct summary of the person's ability. For example, if you have computer knowledge, then it would be divided into five levels based on how well you can use your computer knowledge.
For example, in the Sixth Street where there was a surplus of labor, it would be hard to find a job if it wasn't for the ability assessment. For example, in the arms factory that Zhao Chenwu didn't want to go to, the workers working on the assembly line were all mechanical experts. Of course, the reason he was able to work there was not because of his mechanical expertise, but because of his physical fitness.
But to Jiang Chen, these people were treasures because he was in dire need of manpower.
The various high-tech professionals accounted for one-third of the workforce. Construction, mechanical repair, chemistry, and other applied technical professionals accounted for two-thirds. Those with special abilities were prioritized. Jiang Chen would consider those who could cook.
Then, those with good physical fitness were prioritized since remodeling the mansion required work.
Then, those with families were prioritized. With a strong sense of belonging, Jiang Chen didn't have to worry too much about their loyalty. Also, he didn't have to worry about the physiological issues of these people.
Jiang Chen handed the selected resumes to Su Lei, and the experienced female assistant quickly took the 30 resumes to the entrance of the ghetto.
It was obvious that Zhao Chenwu had already notified the manager of the ghetto. Not long after, the people were gathered and taken to the quarantine room. It was called quarantine, but the diagnosis report was already written. All 30 people were labeled as X1 Flu and taken to the quarantine room to implant slavery microchips.
Human rights? What a joke. There were still people in the apocalypse who talked about human rights?
From the moment they accepted the nutrient supply subsidy from the base, their freedom no longer belonged to them.
Jiang Chen wasn't in a rush to see these people. Instead, he returned to the inner circle with Zhao Chenwu. Also, Zhao Chenwu helped Jiang Chen register his genetic ID into the white list of the inner circle. From now on, Jiang Chen didn't need to pay the one crystal gate tax when entering the inner circle. Although the gate tax wasn't much, it was a gesture of goodwill.
The people bought by Jiang Chen were "placed" together with the supplies. Zhao Chenwu's private force escorted them to the sewer entrance and headed to the agreed delivery point, waiting for Jiang Chen to pick up the goods.
Regardless of what kind of test the frightened survivors were going through, Jiang Chen accepted Zhao Chenwu's invitation to have dinner with him. At the dinner table, the boss of the Sixth Street repeatedly toasted him, which made Jiang Chen feel a bit emotional. The power of money, no matter the era, was this powerful.
Next, he only needed to think about how to develop his strength and work hard to keep the cake in his hands.
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