The next morning, Jiang Chen yawned and walked out of Sun Jiao's bedroom with dark circles under his eyes.
Thinking back to last night's charm, a smile couldn't help but appear on his face. Perhaps because it had been too long since she had been with him, Sun Jiao was particularly obsessed with him last night. She didn't let him go until the early morning, and fell asleep like a well-fed kitten.
Thinking like this, Jiang Chen couldn't help but stretch out comfortably -
"Click"
The contented expression instantly froze on his face, and a drop of cold sweat slipped across his forehead.
wipe! My waist! It hurts, it hurts—
At this moment, Yao Yao, who was rubbing his sleepy eyes, happened to pass by the corridor.
Seeing Jiang Chen standing motionless on the stairs, she couldn't help but tilt her little head in confusion.
"Well?"
"Ahem, Yao, Yao Yao, come and do me a favor..." It took Jiang Chen a long time to squeeze out these words with almost a shy face.
This feeling of shame is simply sour...
Fortunately, kind-hearted Yao Yao quickly stepped forward to help him.
Looking at those ignorant eyes, Jiang Chen really didn't know how to explain why he ducked.
... ...
It is already early March, and there is basically no snowfall in Wanghai City. As the situation in the wasteland gradually stabilized, things in the real world gradually became clearer, and it was almost time to go back.
Of course, Jiang Chen still had some important things to deal with before returning to the living world.
After having breakfast in the cafeteria of the community center, Jiang Chen took a helicopter directly to the Sixth District. After getting off the plane, he went straight to the Zhao Group headquarters in the inner circle.
After several months of repairs, no traces of the civil war can be seen in the entire inner circle. Including the building of the Zhao Group, the hole that was almost penetrated by the electromagnetic gun has been filled in. From the outside, it is impossible to tell that a fierce battle broke out here.
As soon as he entered the Zhao Group's building, Jiang Chen felt countless eyes focused on his face, and then he hurried away.
After smiling, Jiang Chen didn't care and walked straight to the elevator.
The little security guard standing at the door of the hall glanced at Jiang Chen's back. Seeing that he was walking towards the elevator without informing the front desk, he was about to step forward and stop him.
The old security guard on the side saw this and quickly grabbed the new colleague's collar.
The young security guard tilted his neck and looked at the old security guard in surprise, and saw that the elevator door had been closed. He couldn't help but complained angrily, "What are you doing? Didn't the boss say that he would stop and throw them all out without informing the front desk -"
"Fart, you didn't even look at who that person was. Believe it or not, you stopped him and your boss stuffed your head into the toilet."
The old security guard's spit flew in his face, making the little security guard stunned for a while.
"Who is this person? He is so cool..."
Seeing how stupid this new colleague was, the old security guard couldn't help but sigh.
"Hey, you may not be very clear when you just came here from Hangzhou. The Sixth Street is no longer the original Sixth Street. Have you seen the newly built gambling city in the inner circle? There was a bomb there a few months ago. A nuclear bomb."
"Nuclear bomb?!" The little security guard's eyes widened.
"The tactical nuclear bomb has a small yield, but it still wiped out half of the city."
"Is it that person..."
"No. But things have changed here. Basically the entire Ten-member Committee was defeated in that civil war. And that man was the only winner in that civil war, the marshal of the Sixth District." The old security guard sighed. He took a breath and said slightly melancholy.
It is impossible not to miss the era of the ten-member committee. At that time, his status as a security guard of the Zhao Group was envied by many people.
The little security guard's eyes were so wide that they almost popped out. Two drops of cold sweat ran down his forehead, and he couldn't help feeling afraid.
Fortunately, this old guy gave him a hand, otherwise he was afraid that losing his job would be a trivial matter and offend a big shot. Whether or not you can get out of this door is a question.
... ...
Others need to make an appointment to see Zhao Chenwu, but Jiang Chen naturally doesn't have that trouble.
When Jiang Chen walked into his office, he saw that the former hero had been sitting at his desk waiting for a long time.
"What a rare visitor. What brought you here?" He saw Jiang Chen coming in. Zhao Chenwu stopped what he was doing, smiled and stood up and said.
Jiang Chen noticed that his face looked good, and he was no longer depressed at all when he handed over power.
"How have you been lately?"
"Haha, it's all good. It's thanks to Boss Jiang. Let's go. Let's sit next door."
The food business grew bigger and bigger, and although he lost some of his rights, he gained a lot in other places. Under Jiang Chen's instruction, he formed a trading fleet, which not only brought the food business as far as Luzhou, but also opened up the sales of tea and coffee. The green crystals came like a flood. In less than a month, he had already made up for nearly 30% of the losses he had suffered in the civil war.
While joking, the two walked to the reception room next to the office and sat at a tea table. After a while, his female secretary Su Lei came in, silently made two cups of hot tea for the two of them, and then retreated to the door.
Jiang Chen noticed that her right hand had been replaced with a mechanical prosthesis, presumably because of the civil war.
After some pleasantries, Jiang Chen went directly to the topic and asked about the completion status of the ten T-3 power armor orders. It's already March and it's almost time to deliver.
"It's done! I went to inspect the military factory yesterday, and the technicians have completed the final program debugging. Do you want me to take you to see it now?"
Jiang Chen waved his hand, "No rush, I will send someone to pick up the goods tomorrow, and the remaining 88,000 sub-crystals will be deducted from the income from the food trade. By the way, what is the production capacity of your military factory now?"
When Jiang Chen asked about the production capacity of the military factory, Zhao Chenwu thought for a moment and then gave a conservative answer.
"With the newly added production lines, production capacity has been increased by approximately 60%."
"Sixty percent? Let me put it another way. How many units of power armor can be produced in a month?"
"Up to three."
"Too few." Jiang Chen shook his head.
Seeing that Jiang Chen was a little dissatisfied with his work, Zhao Chenwu couldn't help showing a helpless expression on his face, "Actually, it's quite a lot. Powered armor is not a bullet and cannot go through the assembly line. Basically, it is surrounded by ten technicians engaged in mechanical engineering. It takes more than half a month of tinkering with the drawings to complete a frame, and this is still a skilled worker."
"Why can't we use the assembly line? Is this how all the power armor before the war was built one by one?"
Hearing Jiang Chen's question, Zhao Chenwu couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "How can it be so easy? There are thousands of sets of large and small accessories. Without a complete industrial system, there is no way to put such a big thing through the assembly line. The power armor is not bad. It's like a spider tank. If you can build one in half a year, it's considered fast."
After a pause, Zhao Chenwu continued.
"And to be honest, there are more and more factories now, and materials such as steel, copper, and aluminum are not cheap. How can the military industry trade be as profitable as the food business..."
After hearing what Zhao Chenwu said, Jiang Chen finally understood.
It turns out that the key reason is that this guy has no interest in developing a military factory. The profit from the food business is more than one million, and a set of power armor costs more than 9,000 sub-crystals. If it is sold at a price of 10,000 yuan, it will only make 2,000 yuan. After working all winter, I only made 20,000 yuan, which was not as good as a fleet trip to the next city.
In the past, the purpose of developing military factories was to arm their own private soldiers. Now Jiang Chen has restricted their private armies and even equipped him with a "Glory Chip". As a result, he naturally lost the motivation to develop a military factory.
But this military factory belongs to the family after all, and Jiang Chen can't force others if they don't want it, so he thought for a moment and said.
"Well, then, you sell the military factory to me, including the workers, and you give me a price."
Seeing that Jiang Chen was willing to take over the military factory which had little profit, Zhao Chenwu was naturally overjoyed and said with a wave of his hand.
"No problem, the military factories related to power armor and spider tanks total 870,000 sub-crystals, which is considered a cost price." (.)