Chapter 131 Rocket?

( )ps: It's finally changed... It's better for old readers not to go back and watch the public. Or you can choose a third-party platform that is not synchronized, and it should only be the main site that changes, you know.

After leaving the Lihua Hotel, Jiang Chen declined Zhao Chenwu's invitation to stay at the Paradise Island Hotel for free, and walked straight to the Development Bureau in the sixth block.

The inner circle has changed a lot. I remember that when he came here a few months ago, he was only impressed by the spider tank with the triangular barrel and the fully armed soldiers. And now it's the brightly dressed pedestrians on the street.

The fallout in the sky is still suppressed, but the entire base has added a different kind of style.

That is prosperity.

Zhao Chenwu's car with a high b rating is not a rare thing. Now there are fewer armored vehicles patrolling the streets, and private vehicles are gradually increasing. Walking along the most prosperous area, you can see the building being expanded everywhere.

After showing the gene ID on the ep to the guard on duty at the door, Jiang Chen walked into the hall.

"Hello sir, do you need any help?" A waiter sat at the front desk, turned his pen to look at Jiang Chen, and asked in a professional tone.

"I want to buy a few pieces of land here to... open a factory." Jiang Chen casually flipped through the brochure at the front desk.

Building a factory is fake, just build a warehouse and fool around, the key is for the real estate certification of 200 square meters.

The sixth block is about to set up a bank, and 30% of the shares will be sold publicly. This big cake is too tempting.

Imagine that there may not be more than 20 factories and small workshops in the sixth block. However, now that the per capita wealth has doubled, how many times does the economic aggregate have to expand? It is no exaggeration to say that the number 20 will more than quadruple within a year. The birth of the bank will undoubtedly speed up this process.

How many people will be asking for a loan? Investing in a bank is absolutely guaranteed to make a profit.

"Buying a property? You are welcome to invest in the sixth block. However, sir, the land in the new industrial area that is being developed has been sold. Maybe you can consider buying it from the owner."

"Sold out? So soon?" Jiang Chen was stunned.

Although it is expected that the land of the newly developed land will be somewhat sought-after. I didn't expect it to sell so quickly.

Frowning his brows, Jiang Chen pondered for a moment and then continued to ask.

"Any ready-made properties for sale? Anywhere."

Hearing this, the waiter was stunned, and looked at Jiang Chen with a strange expression.

"Perhaps. But why don't you go to the consignment shop in the market area and ask?"

Jiang Chen: "..."

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Commodities and real estate are basically traded at consignment banks. The form taken is often that the seller fills in the sales information. Store the relevant materials or vouchers in the consignment bank, and those who are interested in purchasing will get the list, and then negotiate the price with the seller in person. After the transaction, the buyer only needs to move Yajing to the consignment bank, and then they can take away the consignment.

At this moment, Jiang Chen was holding such a list in his hand. The words "Sold in store, price negotiable" are printed on it.

Stopping in front of a store, Jiang Chen looked up and down the store.

Perhaps to save power, I saw the words "Prosthetic Leg Boutique" written in black pen on the electronic signboard.

There was a little dust on the wooden windows, and the security door made of rusted metal shells looked a bit desolate. Hesitantly raised his hand, Jiang Chen was about to knock on the door when the door slammed open.

A "small TV" with a square head and a square brain jumped out abruptly, so frightened that Jiang Chen almost didn't draw his gun.

The mouth made of welded metal pieces quickly opened and closed, and stammered and shouted in a high-pitched electronic voice: "Welcome! Dear guest. Our shop provides mechanical legs and mechanical prosthesis installation. Turks provide the best service!”

Staring at the robot whose body and head are connected by springs, Jiang Chen frowned. He roughly understood why the store had no customers.

Yingbin looks like this, someone will call out a ghost when someone comes.

Unceremoniously pushing away the scary looking tattered robot, Jiang Chen stepped into the store.

The house is not very bright, there is a faint smell of engine oil, and unknown metal utensils and parts are displayed on the walls, but the person at the front desk cannot be seen.

Jiang Chen looked around, and tentatively shouted, "Cough. Is there anyone?"

No one answered.

no one there? Are you busy with other things?

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Chen walked upstairs along the stairs at the back of the store.

At the end of the stairs is the attic on the top floor, and from the open door came rambles of self-talk. Occasional bursts of roars always give people an ominous feeling.

"The problem with the CPU? Well, no, it's the engine control unit..."

The door is open, as is the roof. The room was filled with bizarre equipment, with small astronomical telescopes in the corners, and holographic equipment that appeared to be nebula images. In the center of the room is a cylinder with a radius of about one meter and a height of about two people. That sharp head...

"Rocket!?"

Seemingly disturbed by the astonished voice, the young man who was playing with the screwdriver turned to look at the door.

"That's right! It's a rocket!" He threw the screwdriver in his hand to the side, rubbed his messy, shiny curly hair, and smiled.

Jiang Chen looked up and down the two-person gun battle, and suddenly laughed.

"Haha, finally someone can see the charm of this thing I designed." However, that person was mistaken, a happy expression appeared on his face, and he opened his arms and walked towards Jiang Chen.

Quietly dodging the hug, who apparently hadn't showered for a few days, Jiang Chen coughed.

"I'm here for the purpose of—"

"Investing, right, I understand."

"No, you may have mistaken—"

"Shh!" The man suddenly made a stop gesture with a mysterious expression, and then waved at Jiang Chen, "I'll show you something fun first."

After saying that, the man walked quickly to the corner of the room.

Glancing at the man with a strange expression, Jiang Chen hesitated for a moment, but followed.

"The power system is normal, the hydraulic balance system is normal, the fuel tank is normal..." He was chanting vague words, and saw him quickly tapping the buttons on the silicon touchpad, his eyes filled with the name of fanaticism of light.

Jiang Chen stood behind him. I looked at the row of unrecognizable instruments.

"You are—"

"Fire!" The excited roar startled Jiang Chen and interrupted all his questions.

A hand slammed on a red button.

Woo-!

The center of the room burst into flames, and the scorching flames sprayed on the base made of unknown metal. The floor began to tremble. The glass windows let out a piercing moan. The air wave rushed towards the two of them, Jiang Chen stretched out his hand to block the violent air flow, and his face was full of shock through his fingers.

"Fuck, what kind of plane are you doing—"

"It's a rocket! Space, I'm here! Haha. Launch!" Against the violent airflow, the man tried to stand firm, put his hand on the handle of the device, and pushed it to the top.

The air pressure suddenly increased sharply, and the young man was simply thrown against the wall. Jiang Chen relied on his powerful body index to barely stand on his feet. Just when he was about to be unable to hold it, he opened the nitrogen shield on his right arm.

The nitrogen shield suddenly unfolded from Jiang Chen's right arm, and the nitrogen interfered by the special position quickly formed a compressed circulation, swaying the violent airflow.

The impact was instantly released.

"Thank you, man." The young man barely supported his body. He smiled awkwardly and stood up from the ground.

After turning off the nitrogen armor, Jiang Chen glanced at the black shadow that had already risen to the sky, and Jiang Chen glared back at the man.

"Are you crazy? Launching rockets in the house?" Although he was even more shocked that the technology of the future would allow rockets to be launched in the house? How advanced is Nima's fuel science and material science?

Hearing this, the man sneered and scratched his hair like a chicken coop.

"It's alright, there's no rule in the sixth block that you're not allowed to shoot anything in the sky."

"..." Jiang Chen was speechless.

Patting the messy clothes, the man cleared his throat, and then stretched out his right hand to Jiang Chen.

"Jiang Lin. The owner of the prosthetic leg boutique on the sixth block."

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Chen reached out and shook his hand, looking at him strangely.

"Prosthetic leg? Can you tell me what is the inevitable connection between the prosthetic leg and the Rockets?"

Jiang Lin smiled embarrassedly. Reaching out and touching his nose, he said, "My dad opened the prosthetic leg shop."

"What about now?" Although he asked, Jiang Chen had already guessed what the situation was.

The son failed to inherit his father's business, and left his family's business aside to start a rocket?

"I'm not the type to do that," she shrugged somewhat lonely. But then he was in the mood again and waved to Jiang Chen, "Let me show you something interesting."

After speaking, Jiang Lin left Jiang Chen behind again and walked quickly to the room for another time. Jiang Chen stared blankly at his actions, sighed as if giving up, and followed him.

"According to the set program, my Explorer 8 will enter a synchronous orbit at the first cosmic speed, look!"

I saw Jiang Lin tapped the touchpad with his fingers a few times, and the splendid light and shadow began to interweave, forming a shocking effect on the annular imaging device.

"This is our planet." Jiang Lin opened his arms with a smile, embraced the non-existent light and shadow, and raised his eyebrows proudly at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen's pupils dilated, shaking in disbelief.

"Fuck, it's a bunker..."

Blue and twilight.

This is the first time he has overlooked this land. Except for the color, there is almost no difference between this world and that world.

The azure blue belonged to the ocean, and the clouds that were supposed to be white were mingled with an unhealthy gloom. That unhealthy color is radioactive dust, chemical dust, and industrial waste. The soil in the northwest is faintly dark green, which should belong to some kind of mutant flora. I remember Sun Jiao mentioned before that there seems to be a place called Liantong District in the north. To the south of Baiyue, the mottled blackness can be seen, which is the color of scorched earth.

Because it is a low-Earth orbit and runs synchronously with the earth, what Explorer 8 can see is only the situation on the Asian side. But come to think of it, that side of the earth shouldn't be much better.

"From various perspectives, this planet is no longer suitable for human habitation." Although this sentence does not sound very optimistic, Jiang Lin's tone is not turbulent.

After speaking, Jiang Lin stretched out his finger and tapped on the touchpad, and the screen's viewing angle switched instantly.

"Where is it?" Jiang Chen recovered from the shock, stared at the rows of ring-shaped fragments on the holographic screen, and asked aloud.

"The space junk in low-Earth orbit forms a ring of planets in low-Earth orbit. The battlefield of the Third World War is not only on the ground." Jiang Lin smiled, and then operated on the touchpad to zoom in. I got a picture from Explorer 8.

"Most of the debris is the debris of space-based weapons, space stations and satellites, orbital attack ships, anti-satellite missiles, etc. The other part is the debris of lunar facilities, which were sent to low-Earth orbit by the kinetic energy of the explosion. "

Space-based weapons? Like the rod of God? He suddenly recalled a diary he had read.

Looking at the pieces of metal wreckage, shock was written all over his face.

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