Chapter 38 Placement of Slaves

The next day, Jiang Chen checked out of the Paradise Island Hotel, and after saying goodbye to Zhao Chenwu, set foot on the way home. (started by шщш.щ Novel Network)

The reconstruction of the entrance of the sewer is already underway, and several armed men with Zhao's corporate logo have already occupied the entrance here. From the busy construction vehicles and the 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, motioned Jiang Chen to stop, and showed his genetic ID. After confirming that Jiang Chen's genetic ID was the VIP assigned by the boss, the soldier stood at attention and gave a military salute, then moved aside to release Jiang Chen.

Although it is the operation mode of the enterprise, these private armed forces already possess the qualities of the army, which makes Jiang Chen also have a new understanding of the strength of the sixth block. On the surface, the militia regiment is defending the security of the sixth block, but in fact, the real combat effectiveness is actually the private soldiers of those big capitalists. In this way, those militiamen are more like police officers.

If these soldiers went to face the Roshan last time, it is estimated that it would not be as difficult as those militiamen.

The reconstruction of the interior of the sewer had not yet begun. When Jiang Chen jumped onto the moss-covered concrete road, the surrounding area was still pitch black. Turning on the tactical flashlight and the three-dimensional map in the holographic computer, after confirming the route, Jiang Chen started to head home.

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The atmosphere was depressing.

Since being brought into the isolation room by the militia, everyone has had an ominous premonition in their heads. It also confirmed their hunch, everyone was diagnosed with influenza X1. Next came a few people dressed as doctors in white coats, commanding a few genetically enhanced soldiers and pressing them on the fixed bed. After they regained consciousness, everyone felt an inexplicable soreness in the back of their necks.

"You have been injected with slavery chips, so I don't need to explain more. You will be taken to your new masters later, you pigs..." Cheng Weiguo still clearly remembered what kind of thing it was. Indifferent and disdainful eyes. Indeed, for the sixth block, the unemployed are a bunch of pigs wasting food.

This is a conspiracy!

But no one resisted.

They are no longer the newcomers who have just arrived at the Survivor Base. Ever since they accepted the so-called subsistence allowances, freedom or something has been insulated from them. If they don't have a job, the daily subsidy of 1 nutrient mixture can only make them barely starve to death... or starve to death a few.

At this moment, everyone was squatting in a circle, with 6 soldiers in black combat uniforms standing beside them. Although some people speculate whether the Zhao Group bought them, but seeing the pile of materials on the side, it will only make people feel that these people are just sold to others like goods.

"Wife, they didn't do anything to you." Cheng Weiguo shook his wife's hand worriedly.

"No, I fainted after being injected with sedatives. When I woke up, it was the same as you, but the back of my neck felt a little uncomfortable." In order to make her husband not worry, Zhou Jiexi gently held his hand and replied softly.

"The young couple hurry up and make out, huh, maybe we'll be sold to work as coolies later. Huh, men, work. Women, huh..." The middle-aged man squatting aside He grinned and said with a smile.

"Do you want to say another TMD?" Cheng Weiguo felt the trembling from his wife's hand, and couldn't help but feel a fire in his heart, and glared at the man fiercely.

"Why, want to fight?" The middle-aged man pouted listlessly, and pointed out his index finger to the back of his neck, "Come on, I won't fight back, let's see if you die first or I die first."

Slaves are the private property of their masters, and if there is a private fight between slaves, usually both parties will be executed in public.

The guard had noticed the movement here, and moved the muzzle in a general deterrent. These people are the goods of the boss and the guests, and if something goes wrong, they will be punished.

Cheng Weiguo clenched his fists, but he had no choice but to give up. Seeing that Cheng Weiguo didn't have a seizure, the other slaves around them lost their interest and stopped paying attention.

Suddenly, the guards standing around moved. I saw six people standing in a row with rifles in their hands. After salute to a young man, they got into a small haul truck for transportation and drove away in the direction they had come 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, especially when I know that I have the life and death of these thirty people in my hands, this sense of indifference is particularly strong.

With a sigh, Jiang Chen put the unusual feeling in his heart behind him. He doesn't want to be a cold-blooded politician or guest, he just wants to be a rich man with wine and meat.

It's vulgar, but it's cool.

However, if you want to accumulate wealth on this chaotic soil, it is impossible to have no matching strength. Otherwise, don't talk about being a rich man, at most a fat sheep. If you encounter bandits like the Grey Gu mercenary group, you will only get slaughtered.

Therefore, force and deterrence are essential, and there is still a lot he needs to adapt to.

After calming down, Jiang Chen glanced at the timid figures, and then took a deep breath.

"Okay, look at me here, I'm your future master." Jiang Chen clapped his hands and shouted loudly.

The sound echoed in this dark sewer is so strange.

"I know you have a lot of questions in your mind, such as whether you will be pulled somewhere as bait, or you will be used as cannon fodder on the front line with a rifle. Fortunately, I can tell you responsibly, no!"

Jiang Chen obviously felt that everyone was relieved, and the 30 heart rate-related indicators displayed on the EP also dropped a lot.

With a smug smile on his face, Jiang Chen took a deep breath and spoke loudly.

"You are really lucky, because your master is me, I believe you will realize this soon. Work for me, I will not make you hungry, and I will even let you live as you thought before. A life of abundance that I dare not imagine. But..."

Speaking of which, Jiang Chen slowed down his speech a little, and lowered his voice deliberately, artificially adding a chill to his tone.

"I am a very tolerant and kind person, but the only thing that cannot be tolerated is betrayal. I believe you also know what the chip on the back of your neck is. For me, you have no privacy at all. For betrayers, there is no death. other than punishment, that's all."

The voice fell loudly, but the sewer was eerily silent. Those timid, frightened, suspicious pupils were dilated, and the nostrils below them did not even dare to let out a single breath.

fear? Suspect? That's right! It's this effect.

After the stick comes the carrot, he doesn't believe that these people will be disobedient. I believe that after drinking the first bowl of porridge with cauliflower that they hadn't smelled for many years, these people who were astonished would immediately worship him as a god with gratitude.

"Why are you still standing there! Carry me something and go home!" Jiang Chen waved his hand, and these slaves trembled and got up from the ground, carrying the nearest supplies.

He was the first to climb to the exit of the sewer. After confirming safety, Jiang Chen put down the prepared sling. The people below hung the supplies on the slings, and then brought things up one by one. The machine tools used for production are all disassembled and stored in boxes, and only need to be lifted 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 fort". .....

Press the bell. Soon, the fiery tender body plunged into his arms and hooked his neck.

"Did you mess with flowers?" Squinting like a cat, Sun Jiao looked at Jiang Chen from the bottom up.

"Shouldn't the first sentence be that I miss you so much?" Jiang Chen patted Sun Jiao's lower back with a wry smile. This little girl became more and more naughty. how to say? The evolution of barbarians to little women?

"You haven't answered my question yet." Sun Jiao smiled playfully, drawing small circles with her fingers behind his back.

"I swear to God, no!" Jiang Chen hurriedly raised his index finger and said, while silently adding in his heart.

Robots are not human...

Although the woman's intuition made Sun Jiao suspicious, there was nothing wrong with Jiang Chen's body. She wasn't the kind of woman who was relentless, and she quickly put it aside.

After kissing Jiang Chen again, she began to greet the slaves who had been left to move things into the villa. Then, together with Jiang Chen, they planned the placement of these slaves.

The front lawn of the main building of the villa was carved out by Jiang Chen to build temporary tents for these refugees to live in. This small-sized travel tent was included in the batch of supplies previously traded with Zhao Chenwu, and could barely fit two people. Because of the limited space, these people can only be squeezed first. Anyway, it is better than sleeping outside the fence.

Of course, there are vacancies in the main building, but Jiang Chen didn't plan to be kind enough to let these strangers sleep in the house. Even if these people have no ability to resist, they are "honest people" with no criminal records in the slums, but they are still a lump in their hearts. Until the loyalty and sense of belonging of these people are cultivated, they can only be treated as strangers.

Yao Yao wisely followed Jiang Chen's instructions, got a big pot, poured a small half bag of rice into the pot, and then mixed it with an appropriate amount of water. Then, according to Jiang Chen's instructions, she cut some green cabbage leaves and minced pork, and poured it into the pot, adding two spoons of salt and half a spoon of monosodium glutamate.

The gas pipe was turned on, and a fire was raised under the pot with the bottom of the stone mound.

After trying to mix the ingredients with a long wooden spoon, Yao Yao stood on tiptoe and put the lid on the pot with a squeak.

After taking a breath, he adjusted the heat again, and Yao Yao just stood there obediently waiting for the porridge to be cooked. Although I don't understand why brother Jiang Chen let these newly bought slaves eat such good food, no matter what Jiang Chen does, she will support him unconditionally.

Moreover, the gentle and kind-hearted brother looks so handsome...

Perhaps because of the heat of the stove, Yao Yao's face was slightly hot.

Before she knew it, she had reached the age where she likes to think wildly.

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