There were clones on the wasteland, but they weren't welcomed anywhere. Especially the clones "produced" from the fallout shelter, they were simply toys on the wasteland. This phenomenon changed after NAC took over, but people naturally discriminated against this unnatural life. It wasn't something that could be changed with a simple decree.
The best solution was to separate Lin Lin's "sisters" from the survivors and have professional caretakers take care of them.
Sun Jiao's proposal received Lin Lin's approval.
It was a compromise to build a research institute in the backyard of the villa. They didn't need to be too far away and didn't need to see each other every day. If he put himself in her shoes, if he woke up early in the morning and saw someone who looked exactly like him wandering around, Jiang Chen didn't think he could handle it either.
Finally, Jiang Chen adopted Sun Jiao's proposal. The next day, he went to the logistics department to find Lu Huasheng. He told him to demolish the old warehouse behind the mansion and build a semi-enclosed research institute that could accommodate two thousand people and include living quarters.
Then, Jiang Chen found Wang Qin and ordered her to recruit a group of trustworthy female employees from the Fishbone base or the Sixth Street. It would be best if they were born in a dormant fallout shelter and had experience as a nurse or nursery teacher. They were to be on standby in Hongcheng and prepare to retrieve No. 0002-2000 "Lin Lin" from the T7 fallout shelter.
Wang Qin was meticulous and Jiang Chen was confident in leaving it to her.
He couldn't keep an eye on it since he had to return to the modern world in a few days and fly to Moscow.
After repeatedly reminding her of the things she needed to pay attention to, Jiang Chen left the community center and headed to Jiang Lin's Aerospace Technology Research Institute.
When Jiang Chen arrived at the Aerospace Technology Research Institute, Jiang Lin wasn't in the office. After asking his secretary, he learned that the chief engineer who couldn't control himself personally went to the "grassroots" to do construction.
"I'll go check out the warehouse in a bit. Find a place for him to put these boxes of tea leaves. When he asks, tell him I gave them to him." Jiang Chen handed the bag in his hand to the secretary.
Dongting Biluochun, the quality was naturally the best of the best. These things were common to Jiang Chen, but for the survivors on the wasteland, they were priceless.
After all, not everything could be solved by technology, especially luxury goods cultivated by traditional techniques. Even if it was placed before the war, this kind of natural and pollution-free good stuff wasn't something that could be easily bought in the mall.
The secretary quickly took the bag from Jiang Chen's hand and bowed to express his gratitude on behalf of his leader. It wasn't because the item in his hand was valuable, but because it was personally bestowed by the Marshal.
"I'm sorry to trouble you to deliver it personally."
Jiang Chen waved his hand with a smile and said amiably.
"It's fine, it's on the way anyway."
He didn't lack anything in his life. Whenever he saw something good in the modern world and bought it, he would habitually throw it into the storage dimension and bring it to the apocalypse as a gift. In his eyes, these favors could only be considered as small favors, but in the eyes of his subordinates, they were simply great gifts that could be offered as family heirlooms, and it couldn't be more suitable to win over people's hearts.
After he left the office, he walked to the warehouse in the backyard of the Aerospace Science and Technology Institute.
Unlike Celestial Trade in the modern world, the Aerospace Science and Technology Institute was the scientific research institution with the lowest level of security at the Fishbone base. Even the gate of the institute didn't have any access control, and anyone could freely enter and exit … although not many people usually walked here.
It was understandable that such a situation would occur. In this wasteland, aerospace technology was probably the most worthless technology. All aerospace technology from the 22nd century onward was developed based on the space elevator. But now, it seemed that it was impossible to build a space elevator on this wasteland, and it was completely unnecessary.
Including within the NAC, most people regarded the Aerospace Science and Technology Institute as the personal hobby of the General. Just like the department specializing in game development, no one was really optimistic about the development of aerospace technology. If it weren't for the fact that the chief designer Jiang Lin occasionally participated in the updates of kinetic skeleton technology, the institute would have no presence in the entire Fishbone base.
Jiang Chen also knew this, but he didn't care much.
After all, it was better for the department to have a low presence. Anyway, the things they created were mainly exported to the modern world, and they weren't useful in the apocalypse.
When Jiang Chen arrived at the warehouse, Jiang Lin was taking his researchers and working in front of a strangely shaped wreckage.
He also saw a rare acquaintance there. Wu Yue from the Beluga Station was standing next to Jiang Lin. He was looking at a few researchers who were holding instruments and fiddling with the wreckage with great interest. Because he had nothing to do, he immediately noticed Jiang Chen at the warehouse door.
"Yo, what brings you here?" Wu Yue's eyes lit up, and he immediately greeted him with a smile.
Jiang Chen greeted Jiang Lin and signaled them not to worry about him, then he looked at Wu Yue with a smile.
"I want to ask you the same thing. Aren't you signing business at the Sixth Street?"
"Haha, it's just the beginning of spring. The caravans are all rushing inland. For us escorts, it's the off-season. When the money inland is almost finished and it's almost winter, they will want to move to Dongying, Baiyue, or further places. " Wu Yue smiled and patted the wreckage that looked like some kind of aircraft next to him. "Anyway, I have nothing to do. It just so happened that we found this thing when we were cruising in the Western Pacific. I guessed that you might be interested, so I came here to meet your fancy. "
At this time, Jiang Lin threw away the tools in his hand, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and walked over to Jiang Chen.
"Shuttle 07 engine, a product of the Pan-Asia Aerospace Group. Judging from the debris on the interface, it should be from the Sea Dragon … If I remember correctly, this Sea Dragon is a transport ship to and from Mars. You guys are too lucky to find this thing. "
"You've seen it?" Wu Yue raised an eyebrow and looked at Jiang Lin with interest.
Because of the needs of their work, the two often met and knew each other's background. For example, Jiang Lin was a native of the wasteland, born in the post-war years. Wu Yue was very clear about this.
"I've seen it on video." Jiang Lin shrugged.
"This engine … is used to travel to and from Mars?" While the two were chatting, Jiang Chen already walked to the engine with interest and knocked on the titanium alloy shell.
Celestial Trade was worried about how to design a spacecraft to and from Mars, and Wu Yue gave them a big gift.
"It's the wreckage of the engine," Jiang Lin emphasized. "There's no problem in restoring the technology in this wreckage, but the construction of an aircraft outside the Earth-Moon system is not enough with just an engine. It's more troublesome than the aircraft inside the Earth-Moon system."
It was better to restore the technology than to use the engine of a small plane for long-distance transportation. With this engine, it shouldn't be a problem to design a space colonization ship that could go to Mars by the end of 2019.
"Name a price." Jiang Chen looked at Wu Yue.
"Same old rules. We'll just charge a salvage fee of 20,000 credits," Wu Yue said with a smile.
"Deal." Jiang Chen took out a graphene card from his pocket and swiped it on Wu Yue's EP. 20,000 credits were directly transferred to the Beluga Station's bank account registered with NAC.
Wu Yue looked at the jumping numbers on the EP and couldn't stop smiling.
20,000 credits was already a considerable amount of foreign exchange income for the Beluga Station. The Sixth Street's goods were all in short supply at the Beluga Station, especially the beef and canned pork, which couldn't be grown in submarine farms. As for steel, aluminum, and even rare earth materials, he had to purchase a large batch every quarter and ship it back.
For him, ten thousand credits was simply too easy to come by.
And that was Jiang Chen's purpose.
He was not afraid of the people at the Beluga Station making money from him. Only when they made money from him would they try their best to salvage the good things from the Pacific Ocean and ship them to him. These things were just a pile of scrap metal in the hands of others, but in his hands, they were good things that couldn't be exchanged for no amount of canned food and instant noodles!
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