The next day, Jiang Chen checked out of the Paradise Island Hotel, bid farewell to Zhao Chenwu, and headed home.
The renovation work of the sewer entrance is already in progress, and several armed men wearing Zhao's corporate trademark have occupied the entrance. From the busy construction vehicles and workers erecting polyethylene boards, it can be seen that Zhao Chenwu attaches great importance to this trade route.
When the soldier in full combat uniform saw Jiang Chen approaching, he raised his hand, motioning Jiang Chen to stop, and showed his gene ID. After confirming that Jiang Chen's genetic ID was the distinguished guest assigned by the boss, the soldier stood at attention and gave a military salute, then stepped aside to let Jiang Chen pass.
Although it is an enterprise's operation model, these private armed forces already possess the qualities of the army, which gave Jiang Chen a new understanding of the strength of the Sixth Block. On the surface, the militia is protecting the safety of Block 6, but in reality, the real fighting power is the private soldiers of the big capitalists. In this case, those militiamen are more like police officers.
If these soldiers were to face the Roshan last time, they probably wouldn't have the same difficulty as those militiamen.
The renovation inside the sewer had not yet begun. When Jiang Chen jumped onto the moss-covered cement road, the surroundings were still pitch black. After turning on the tactical flashlight and the three-dimensional map in the holographic computer, Jiang Chen started heading home after confirming the route.
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The atmosphere was depressing.
Ever since they were taken into the isolation room by the militiamen, everyone had an ominous premonition in their heads. It also confirmed their hunch that everyone was diagnosed with X1 influenza. Next came a few people dressed as doctors in white coats, commanding several genetically enhanced soldiers and pressing them onto fixed beds. After they regained consciousness, everyone felt some inexplicable pain in the back of their necks.
"You have been injected with a slave chip, and I don't think I need to explain any more. You will be taken to your new masters later, you pigs..." Cheng Weiguo still clearly remembers what it was like. A cold and disdainful look. Indeed, to the Sixth District, unemployed people are just a bunch of pigs wasting food.
This is a conspiracy!
However, no one rose up to resist.
They are no longer the newcomers who just arrived at the survivor base. Ever since they accepted the so-called subsistence allowance, freedom and other things have been insulated from them. If there is no job, the subsidy of 1 nutritional mixture per day can only keep them from starving to death... and a few of them starved to death.
At this moment, everyone was squatting in a circle, with six soldiers wearing black combat uniforms standing next to them. Although some people speculated whether the Zhao Group bought them, seeing the materials piled aside would only make people think that they were just resold to others like goods.
"Wife, they didn't 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 was just like you, except that I felt a little uncomfortable in the back of my neck." In order to make her husband not worry, Zhou Jiexi gently held his hand and replied softly.
"Young couple, let's make love quickly. Haha, we might be sold somewhere to work as coolies soon. Haha, men, work. Women, haha..." A middle-aged man squatting aside He grinned and said with a smile.
"What the hell are you going to say again?" Cheng Weiguo felt his wife's hands tremble, and he couldn't help but feel angry, and glared at the man fiercely.
"What, you want to fight?" The middle-aged man curled his lips listlessly, stretched out his index finger and tapped the back of his neck, "Come on, I won't fight back, let's see who dies first, you or me."
Slaves were the private property of their masters. If a private fight broke out between slaves, usually both parties would be put to death in public.
The guard had noticed the movement here and moved his gun over in a threatening manner. These people are the boss's valued customers' goods, and if anything happens, they will be punished.
Cheng Weiguo clenched his fists, but had no choice but to give up. Seeing that Cheng Weiguo didn't have an attack, the other slaves around him couldn't help but lose interest and stopped paying attention.
Suddenly, the guards standing around moved. I saw six people standing in a row holding rifles. After saluting a young man, they got into the small transport truck and drove away in the direction they came from.
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What does it feel like to be watched by thirty pairs of eyes
In fact, I don't feel anything at all, especially when I know that I control the life and death of these thirty people, this feeling of indifference is particularly strong.
Sighing, Jiang Chen put the abnormal feeling in his heart behind his mind. He doesn't want to be a cold-blooded politician, he just wants to be a rich man who drinks and eats.
Very cheesy, but very cool.
However, if you want to accumulate wealth in this disorderly soil, it will not work without matching strength. Otherwise, let alone a rich man, he would at best be considered a fat sheep. If you encounter bandits like the Gray Gu Mercenary Group, you will only be slaughtered.
Therefore, force and deterrence are essential, and he still needs to adapt to a lot.
After calming down, Jiang Chen glanced at the cowering figures, and then took a slow, deep breath.
"Okay, everyone, look at me, I will be your future master." Jiang Chen clapped his hands and shouted loudly.
The sound echoing in the dark sewer was so strange.
"I know you have many questions in your mind, such as whether you will be dragged somewhere to be used as bait, or carry a rifle to the front line as cannon fodder. Fortunately, I can tell you responsibly, no!"
Jiang Chen obviously felt that everyone was relieved, and the 30 heart rate-related indicators displayed on E also dropped significantly.
With a proud smile on his face, Jiang Chen continued to take a deep breath and preached loudly.
"You are really lucky, because your master is me, and I believe you will realize this soon. Work for me, and I will not let you go hungry, and I will even let you live the life you even imagined before. I can’t even imagine a prosperous life. But..."
Speaking of this, Jiang Chen slowed down his speech slightly and lowered his voice deliberately, artificially adding a hint of chill to his tone.
"I am a very tolerant and kind person, but the only thing I cannot tolerate is betrayal. I believe you also know what the chip on the back of your neck is. As far as I am concerned, you have no privacy at all. For betrayers, there is no death. Any other punishment, that’s it.”
The words fell loudly, but the sewer was eerily quiet. The pair of timid, frightened, and suspicious pupils were dilated, and the nostrils beneath them did not even dare to let out a breath.
fear? Suspect? That's right! This is the effect you want.
The stick followed the carrot, and he didn't believe that these people would be disobedient. I believe that after drinking the first bowl of porridge with cauliflower that they have not smelled for many years, these doubtful people will immediately burst into tears and regard him as God.
"Why are you still standing there! Get your stuff and go home!" With a wave of Jiang Chen's hand, these slaves tremblingly got up from the ground and carried the nearest supplies.
He took the lead in climbing to the exit of the sewer. After confirming that it was safe, Jiang Chen lowered the prepared sling. The people below hung the supplies on the slings, and then brought the things up one by one. The machine tools used for production are disassembled and stored in boxes. They only need to be carried to the villa and assembled.
With a bunch of refugees carrying large and small bags, avoiding the zombies with dull eyes, and carefully walking through the messy streets, Jiang Chen finally saw his villa, or "earth castle". .. ...
Press the bell. Soon, the hot and delicate body rushed into his arms and hooked his neck.
"Did you flirt with others?" Sun Jiao squinted her eyes like a cat, looking at Jiang Chen from bottom to top.
"Shouldn't the first sentence be that I miss you so much?" Jiang Chen smiled bitterly and patted Sun Jiao on the lower back. This little girl was getting more and more naughty. how to say? The evolution of savages into little women
"You haven't answered my question yet." Sun Jiao smiled playfully, drawing small circles on his back with her fingers.
"I swear to God, no!" Jiang Chen quickly raised his index finger and added silently in his heart.
Robots are not humans...
Although a woman's intuition made Sun Jiao a little suspicious, there was indeed nothing wrong with Jiang Chen's body. She was not the kind of woman who wouldn't give up, and she quickly put the matter aside.
After kissing Jiang Chen again, she began to greet the slaves who had been left alone to move their things into the villa. Then he and Jiang Chen planned the placement of these slaves.
The front lawn of the main building of the villa was set aside by Jiang Chen to build temporary tents for these refugees. This small travel tent was included in the batch of supplies previously traded with Zhao Chenwu, and could barely accommodate two people. Because the space is limited, these people can only squeeze in first. Anyway, it is better than sleeping outside the wall.
Of course, there were vacancies in the main building, but Jiang Chen was not going to be so kind as to let these strangers sleep in his home. Even if these people have no ability to resist and are considered "honest people" with no criminal records in the slums, they still feel like a knot in their hearts. Before the loyalty and sense of belonging among these people are cultivated, they can only be treated as strangers.
Yao Yao followed Jiang Chen's instructions very sensibly, got a big pot, poured half a bag of rice into the pot, and then added an appropriate amount of water into it. Then, following Jiang Chen's instructions, she cut some green vegetable leaves and minced pork, then poured them into the pot, and then added two spoons of salt and half a spoonful of MSG.
The gas pipe was opened and a fire started under the pot with a stone base.
After using a long wooden spoon to stir the ingredients evenly, Yao Yao stood up on tiptoes and put the lid on the pot with a whoosh.
He sniffed and adjusted the heat again, and then Yao Yao stood aside obediently and waited for the porridge to be cooked. Although she didn't understand why Brother Jiang Chen would let these newly purchased slaves eat such good food, she would support him unconditionally no matter what Jiang Chen did.
Moreover, my brother is so handsome with his gentle and kind look...
Perhaps because of the heat of the stove, Yao Yao's little face felt slightly hot.
Unknowingly, she has reached the age where she loves to think wildly.
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