The next day, Jiang Chen checked out of the hotel on Paradise Island. After saying goodbye to Zhao Chenwu, he began his journey home.
The reconstruction of the sewer entrance was already in progress. A few armed personnel with Zhao Corporation's logo already occupied the entrance. From the busy construction vehicles and the workers erecting polyethylene boards, it was clear that Zhao Chenwu placed great importance on this trade route.
When a soldier in full combat uniform saw Jiang Chen walk over, he raised his hand and signaled for Jiang Chen to stop. He then showed his genetic ID. After confirming that Jiang Chen's genetic ID was the VIP assigned by the boss, the soldier saluted and moved to the side to let Jiang Chen pass.
Although it was a business operation, the private force already possessed the qualities of an army. This gave Jiang Chen a new understanding of the Sixth Street's power. On the surface, it was the civilian force protecting the Sixth Street, but in reality, the real combat power was the private force of the big capitalists. Therefore, the civilian force was more like the police force.
If it was the soldiers who faced the Roshan last time, it wouldn't be as difficult as the civilian force.
The reconstruction of the sewer hadn't begun yet. When Jiang Chen jumped onto the cement road covered in moss, it was still pitch black. He turned on the tactical flashlight and the three-dimensional map on the holographic computer. After confirming the route, Jiang Chen began to head home.
…
The atmosphere was depressing.
Ever since they were brought into the isolation room by the civilian force, everyone had a bad feeling in their heads. It also confirmed their premonition as everyone was diagnosed with X1 flu. Next, a few people in white coats who looked like doctors directed a few soldiers who had undergone genetic enhancement to press them down on the fixed bed. When they regained consciousness, everyone felt an inexplicable soreness in the back of their neck.
"You have all been injected with slavery chips. I don't think I need to explain further. In a while, you will be brought to your new master, you pigs … "Cheng Weiguo could still clearly remember that cold and disdainful gaze. Indeed, to the Sixth Street, the unemployed were a group of pigs that wasted food.
It was a conspiracy!
But no one resisted.
They were no longer the newcomers who had just arrived at the survival camp. Ever since they accepted the so-called security, freedom had been cut off from them. If they did not have a job, the subsidy of one nutrient supply per day could barely keep them from starving to death … and a few of them still died.
At this moment, everyone was squatting in a circle. Beside them stood six soldiers in black combat uniforms. Although some people speculated that it was the Zhao Group who bought them, seeing the materials piled up on the side, it would only make people think that they were just like goods that were resold to others.
"Wife, did they do anything to you?" Cheng Weiguo worriedly held his wife's hand.
"No, I fainted after being injected with a sedative. When I woke up, I felt the same as you, but the back of my neck was a little uncomfortable." In order to let her husband not worry, Zhou Jiexi gently held his hand and replied softly.
"Young couple, hurry up and get intimate. Hehe, who knows, maybe we'll be sold somewhere to do hard labor later. Hehe, I'm a man, work. Women, hehe … "The middle-aged man squatting on the side grinned and said with a smile.
"You f * cking say one more?" Cheng Weiguo felt the trembling of his wife's hand. He couldn't help but feel angry as he stared at the man.
"What, you want to fight?" The middle-aged man twitched his mouth listlessly and pointed at the back of his neck with his index finger. "Come on, I won't fight back. Let's see if you die first or if I die first."
Slaves were the private property of the owner. If there was a private fight between slaves, then generally speaking, both sides would be executed in public.
The guards had already noticed the movement here and moved their muzzles over as a deterrent. These people were the goods of the boss' important guests. If anything happened to them, they would be punished.
Cheng Weiguo clenched his fists, but he had to give up. The other slaves around saw that Cheng Weiguo didn't do anything, so they lost interest and no longer paid attention to this side.
Suddenly, the guards standing around moved. Six people stood in a row with rifles. After saluting to a young man, they sat in a small moving truck and left in the direction they came from.
…
What did it feel like to be stared at by thirty pairs of eyes?
He didn't feel much, especially when he knew that the life and death of these thirty people were in his hands. The coldness was especially strong.
He let out a sigh as he threw the abnormal feeling to the back of his head. He didn't want to be a cold-blooded politician. He only wanted to be a rich man who indulged in debauchery.
It was vulgar, but it was satisfying.
However, if one wanted to accumulate wealth in this lawless land, it was impossible to do so without the strength to match it. Otherwise, he wouldn't be a rich man; at most, he would be a fat sheep. If he encountered bandits like the Huizhong Mercenaries, he would only be slaughtered.
Therefore, force and deterrence were necessary. He still had a lot to adapt to.
Jiang Chen calmed himself down as he scanned the cowering figures and slowly took a deep breath.
"Okay, look at me. I am your future master." He clapped his hands and shouted.
The sound echoed in the dark sewers, and it was so strange.
"I know you have a lot of questions in your mind. For example, will you be dragged to a place as bait, or will you be cannon fodder in the frontline? Fortunately, I can confidently tell you that it won't happen! "
Jiang Chen clearly felt everyone let out a sigh of relief. The thirty heart rate indicators on the EP also decreased significantly.
With a smug smile on his face, Jiang Chen continued to take a deep breath and said loudly.
"You're really lucky, because I'm your master. I believe that you'll soon experience this. Work for me, and I won't let you starve. I'll even let you live a life of wealth that you didn't even dare to dream of before. But … "
At this point, Jiang Chen slowed down his speech and deliberately lowered his voice to add a touch of chilliness to his tone.
"I am a very forgiving and kind person, but the only thing I cannot tolerate is betrayal. I believe you know what the chip on the back of your neck is. To me, you have no privacy. For betrayers, there is no punishment other than death. That's all. "
His words were powerful, but the sewers were eerily silent. Those pairs of timid, frightened, and doubtful eyes widened, and their nostrils didn't even dare to let out a breath.
Fear? Suspicion? That's right! That's the effect he wanted.
A stick followed by a carrot. He didn't believe these people wouldn't listen. Once they tasted the first bowl of congee with cauliflower that they hadn't tasted in years, these frightened people would immediately thank him and worship him as God.
"What are you waiting for! Carry the things, let's go home! " Jiang Chen waved his hand, and the slaves trembled as they climbed up from the ground and carried the closest supplies.
He climbed to the exit of the sewer first. After confirming it was safe, Jiang Chen put down the prepared sling. The people below hung the supplies on the sling and then carried them up one by one. The production machines were all disassembled and stored in boxes. They only needed to be moved to the mansion to be assembled.
With a bunch of refugees carrying large and small bags, they avoided the dazed zombies and carefully passed through the messy streets. Jiang Chen finally saw his mansion, or rather, "castle" …
He pressed the bell. Very quickly, that fiery and delicate body threw itself into his embrace and hooked onto his neck.
"Did you flirt?" Like a cat, she squinted her eyes and examined Jiang Chen from bottom to top.
"Shouldn't the first sentence be 'I miss you'?" Jiang Chen forced a smile as he patted Sun Jiao's back. This girl was getting more and more mischievous. How should he put it? The evolution of a barbarian into a little girl?
"You haven't answered my question yet." Sun Jiao smiled mischievously as she drew small circles on his back with her finger.
"I swear to god, I didn't!" Jiang Chen immediately raised his finger and added another sentence in his mind.
Robots don't count …
Although a woman's intuition made Sun Jiao suspicious, Jiang Chen didn't have a smell that shouldn't be there. She wasn't the type of woman who wouldn't let things go, so she quickly tossed the matter aside.
After kissing Jiang Chen again, she began to call the slaves who were left on the side to move things into the mansion. Then they began to plan the placement of the slaves.
The front lawn of the mansion's main building was cleared by Jiang Chen to be used for temporary tents for the refugees. This kind of narrow travel tent was included in the previous deal with Zhao Chenwu, and it could barely fit two people. Because of the limited space, they had to squeeze in a bit. It was better than sleeping outside the wall.
Of course, there were empty rooms in the main building, but Jiang Chen wasn't going to be so kind as to let strangers sleep in his home. Even if these people had no ability to resist and were "honest people" with no criminal records in the ghetto, it would still be a knot in his heart. Before nurturing the loyalty and sense of belonging of these people, he could only treat them as strangers.
Yao Yao obediently followed Jiang Chen's instructions and brought over a large pot. She poured half a bag of rice into the pot and added an appropriate amount of water. Then, she followed Jiang Chen's instructions and cut up some vegetables and minced pork before pouring it all into the pot. She also added two teaspoons of salt and half a teaspoon of monosodium glutamate.
She turned on the gas pipe and started the fire under the stone pot.
After mixing the ingredients evenly with a long wooden spoon, Yao Yao stood on her tiptoes and placed the lid on the pot.
She sniffled and adjusted the heat again. Then, she stood at the side and waited for the porridge to be cooked. Although she didn't understand why Brother Jiang would let the newly bought slaves eat such good food, no matter what Jiang Chen did, she would support him unconditionally.
Also, Brother's gentle and kind look was so handsome …
Perhaps it was because of the heat from the stove, Yao Yao's face was slightly hot.
Unknowingly, she had reached the age where her imagination ran wild.
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