I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Chapter 117: Acquisition of food processing plants

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In the early morning, Jiang Chen woke up from his sleep. Glancing at Keren'er, who was sleeping like a cat beside him, he couldn't help but smile.

Slightly pursed lips, long eyebrows, gently trembling eyelashes, and slightly messy hair...

The smooth and fair skin like a porcelain doll was tinged with blush. From Ayesha's even breathing, Jiang Chen could vaguely hear the aftertaste of exhaustion and happiness.

Last night was really crazy.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but blush when he thought of last night. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he always felt that Ayesha would be particularly excited every time he treated her "roughly". Especially having her hands cut behind her back, from behind...

Touching his nose sheepishly, Jiang Chen gently covered Ayesha with the quilt, and then quietly got out of bed.

I made breakfast for the first time in a long time.

Jiang Chen glanced at the butter fried bread and oat milk on the table with a sense of accomplishment, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Young master, I really have the talent of a good man." He hummed narcissistically, and Jiang Chen sat comfortably at the dining table and finished breakfast. He still had very important things to do today, so he started more than Usually much earlier.

After finishing everything, Jiang Chen left a note on the dining table, and then hummed a little tune and left the house.

Driving the Maybach, he drove straight towards the suburbs.

For his "island purchase plan", he still needs to make some preparations. And the sooner these tasks are completed, the better. Roberts' side has probably already started taking action. Honestly. He himself was startled by his own thoughts. If an accidental plan fails, he could end up on Interpol's blacklist.

But as long as it succeeds, that’s all, right

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Opened his hazy eyes. Ayesha slowly sat up from the bed. She stretched out her hand to brush away the scattered hair, and silently stared at the empty pillow that was still warm, and just stared at it with her mind empty for a while.

She no longer remembers why she fell in love with Jiang Chen, but the feeling called love has always been so strong. Whenever I see him, my heart beats faster, and whenever I'm held by him, my whole body heats up.

Smiling silly, she thought of last night...

Suddenly she woke up from her trance.

"Oh no, I forgot to make breakfast."

in her mind. As a qualified wife, she should take care of herself before her husband goes out to work. Place hot breakfast on the table. Although this is not strictly written into the doctrine, it is the family motto of her mother's side.

She has always been so strict with herself. She knew very well that her husband was a very good man, including the woman who came back in his car last time. He should have quite a few "wives". Although she wasn't jealous or anything, she still longed for more attention.

Including reasonable diet control (she didn't know that the genetic medicine had improved her metabolism, so she didn't need to control her diet and would not accumulate excess fat on her belly), and timely exercise to make her body look strong and attractive enough. The culture fluid is also a good thing. It seems to improve the quality of the skin... The only flaw is the somewhat embarrassing fiber urinary catheter.

As for housework, she was not vague at all.

But I was so exhausted yesterday, even when I woke up this morning. Her calves were still slightly sore that she had slept through the morning.

Quickly climbing out of bed, Ayesha simply cut a slightly longer white shirt over her seductive body. Then he trotted to the first floor with half his thighs bare.

However, to her disappointment, Jiang Chen had already left.

Annoyed by her "mistake", after a simple wash, Ayesha came to the restaurant glumly, ready to get herself something to eat.

But when she saw the breakfast already placed on the table, she was suddenly stunned.

Do not know why. She always felt warm in her heart.

There was a note on the table with neat handwriting. With her current level of Chinese, she can already understand it.

[I won’t be here for lunch, so don’t wait for me. Take care of yourself—Jiang Chen.]

Aisha moved her little hand holding the note to her chest, and a warm flush appeared on her cheeks.

She suddenly remembered that it seemed that it was this tenderness that made her fall in love with him irresistibly.

Although he always had a bad feeling, he always took good care of her and did not discriminate against her or treat her rudely because of his refugee status...

He unconsciously pressed his hands on his chest, and his index fingers gently pinched the buttons of his collar.

"Dad, Mom, I live very happily in a foreign country, please don't worry..."

The note was held tightly in her hand, and the girl prayed like this.

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Xinglong Food Processing Factory.

The cement gray walls look fairly clean, and the surrounding environment is pretty good. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. From the outside, Jiang Chen is quite satisfied with the factory.

After getting out of the car, Jiang Chen looked around and quickly found the person he was looking for.

When a middle-aged man who was squatting at the door smoking saw him, he quickly threw away the cigarette butt and stamped it out, then forced out a smile and hurriedly came over to meet him.

But this smile is not much better than crying.

The information clearly states that he is 31 years old, but this 8-meter-old man is hunched over his waist, just like an old man who is nearly fifty years old. From the faintly white temples and the ravines on his face, you can't see the vicissitudes of time. See the helplessness of life.

"Jiang Chen, the information is on the intermediary information. I believe you have already read it." Jiang Chen did not comment too much on this man in his heart, but just smiled and extended his hand.

"Zheng Hongjie, the owner of Xinglong Food Processing Factory." Zheng Hongjie took Jiang Chen's hand and shook it, smiled reluctantly, and then made an invitation gesture to Jiang Chen, "Boss Jiang, come with me to see the factory. ."

"Yeah." Jiang Chen nodded.

The two walked into the factory side by side. Jiang Chen noticed the dust on the production line. It seemed that there had been no work here for a long time.

"Two canning production lines, as well as an instant noodle production line and a biscuit and pastry production line. In the past, our main business was OEM, but now no one comes to us for cooperation."

Zheng Hongjie smiled bitterly, and then led Jiang Chen to the back of the factory.

"This is a warehouse, including the four acres of open space behind it, which belongs to our factory. I originally planned to expand the factory, but it seems that it is no longer needed. The production equipment is discounted by 70%, so I'll give you 300,000. This land It is slightly more expensive than the factory building, a total of 2.4 million, which cannot be lower."

After saying that, Zheng Hongjie stopped talking and looked at Jiang Chen's reaction.

After roughly calculating it in his mind, Jiang Chen nodded with satisfaction.

The price is indeed fair, even lower than the market price. He had consulted an agent before coming, and the estimated value of this factory was around 3 million. Thinking about it, Zheng must have encountered some trouble that needed money urgently, otherwise he wouldn't be so eager to sell the factory at a low price.

Although he had decided to buy it, Jiang Chen's eyes moved slightly and he was not in a hurry to let go. Instead, he smiled and gave Zheng Hongjie a cigarette, and then pulled him aside.

"Boss Zheng, I am quite satisfied with the price. But there is one thing I am curious about. Judging from the construction of this factory, you should not be the kind of person who is not good at management. Why are you so depressed that you need to sell off your property?"

After taking the cigarette from Jiang Chen, Zheng Hongjie was not polite and lit it skillfully.

After blowing out a cigarette ring, the man in his thirties, with the ravine-like wrinkles on his face squeezed together, smiled bitterly again.

"stock market."

Although it was just two words, Jiang Chen instantly understood his sadness. ()