When the light in the study room went out, it was already late at night.
From the time Jiang Chen carried Sun Jiao into the bathroom to the bedroom, the creaking sound of the bed stopped, and the hour hand had passed the 12 o 'clock position.
Leaning against Sun Jiao, who was sleeping like a cat, Jiang Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead, let out a long sigh, and lay down on the pillow.
He turned off the lamp on the bedside table and pulled up the blanket.
It started when he was bathing. Because he had consumed a lot of energy, he quickly fell asleep.
It was a quiet night.
The next morning, after eating breakfast with the girls, Jiang Chen, Sun Jiao, and Xiaorou went out together.
He dropped the two girls off at the community center. When Jiang Chen headed to the tarmac, he took a detour and headed to the warehouse group at the Fishbone base.
Although the Fishbone base was technically a military zone, with the increase in population and the natural buff of the "capital" of the NAC, the speed of development here was not inferior to any economic zone in the NAC territory. The concrete manifestation of this development was the increasing number of warehouses, as well as the crowds passing through the warehouse area.
In Jiang Chen's memory, at the beginning, there were only a few small warehouses for the supplies he transported from the modern world. Now, the nearby area had completely turned into a goods distribution center second only to the Sixth Street market. Not far away, there were two airship ports built with steel skeletons. Thick and long mechanical arms were moving and loading cargo for a helium airship that was about to head to Hongcheng.
Most of the supplies sent to Hongcheng were firearms, and some were canned food and grains produced in the Garden of Eden.
When the guy driving the helicopter saw him, he immediately saluted and jumped into the cockpit. He started the engine and flew to the Sixth Street.
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The heavy snow hindered the growth of the population, but it didn't freeze the prosperity of the Sixth Street.
Looking from top to bottom, the Sixth Street's area expanded compared to last year. Its territory almost included the entire Jiading District, and the southernmost part even extended to the north of Qingpu. The trade that was interrupted by the heavy snow recovered with the late spring breeze. Merchants from the wasteland from the north and south of Huaxia swarmed in, making the market particularly lively.
After he got off the helicopter, he went to the parliament building.
Chu Nan and Zhao Chenwu were in a meeting, so Jiang Chen didn't want to disturb them. After chatting with the security officer on duty, he went to the marshal's office on the top floor of the parliament building.
Apart from the cleaning staff who came here regularly, this office was usually empty. It was located in the middle of the top floor of the parliament building as a symbolic existence. Next to it was the chairman's and executive's offices.
He took out a small can of coffee beans from Jamaica and threw it to the secretary in Chu Nan's office. He asked her to make a pot of coffee and bring it to him before finding the new fallout shelter director.
He didn't have to wait long before a pot of fragrant coffee was placed on his desk.
Jiang Chen slowly took the cup and poured himself a cup. Before the thick white mist dissipated, there was a polite knock on the door.
"Please come in."
The door was pushed open and a young man walked in. When he saw the pot of coffee on the table, his eyes widened in shock, but he quickly recovered from the shock and walked to the opposite side of Jiang Chen.
"Make yourself at home." Jiang Chen smiled and gestured to the chair next to him to sit down. He also poured him a cup of coffee.
"Thank you." The young man nodded politely. After he sat down and took a sip of the coffee, he said emotionally, "The nostalgic taste reminds me of the morning before the nuclear war broke out … This thing must be expensive in the apocalypse."
"That's right. After all, twenty years later, food related to food, no matter how well preserved, should have expired by now." Jiang Chen smiled. "I heard you wanted to meet me? Now that you've met me, what do you think? "
The young man nodded.
"Please allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Lu Yihua, the director of fallout shelter 118. When the door of fallout shelter 118 just opened, we met the emissaries sent by your side and learned everything that happened on the surface. "
At this point, Lu Yihua paused for a moment and said with some emotion.
"Before the door opened, we imagined the outcome of the war, but we didn't expect the final outcome to be like this … There were no victorious countries, and there were no defeated countries."
"It was twenty years ago." Jiang Chen smiled and looked at the clock on the wall. "Is that all you want to say to me?"
Lu Yihua shook his head.
"No. To be precise, I want to give you something. "
As he spoke, he took off the pendant hanging around his neck and gently placed it on the table.
Jiang Chen leaned forward and looked at the pendant on the table. The silver hoop was engraved with strange patterns, and in the center of the hoop was a ruby the size of a grain of rice.
No matter how he looked at it, it was just a normal accessory.
Jiang Chen looked confused as he didn't understand why he wanted to give this to him.
"This is?"
"This is a key." Lu Yihua looked at Jiang Chen and said, "It is also the mission of fallout shelter 118."
"Can you explain in detail?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Different from most social experimental fallout shelters and fallout shelters that simply preserve the population, the meaning of our existence is to leave a bit of hope for the dark future." Lu Yihua pointed his index finger on the table and gently pushed the key to Jiang Chen. "At the bottom of Poyang Lake next to Hongcheng, there is a completely dormant fallout shelter numbered T7. Two thousand researchers lie in the hibernation chamber of the fallout shelter, specializing in 167 fields ranging from particle physics to aerospace technology. They will spend the long river of time in a deep sleep until someone opens the fallout shelter and awakens them and their knowledge from the ruins. "
"T7 fallout shelter is no longer part of the global fallout shelter project. The construction party is the Pan-Asia Cooperation Scientific Research Institute. The project is called 'Civilization Seed.' In the past few days at the Sixth Street, I did see the germination of civilization. I hope you can make good use of these researchers and revive the glory of civilization on this land. "
The rice-sized ruby, under the sunlight outside the window, emitted a faint arc of light.
Jiang Chen picked up the pendant from the table and said solemnly, "Thank you."
"You're welcome. I'm the one who needs to say thank you. I originally planned to treat it as a family heirloom and pass it on for a hundred years. I didn't think I could complete my mission in my lifetime. "Lu Yihua stood up and bowed to Jiang Chen before leaving the general's office.
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