Chapter 1,390 Mercenaries in Chinatown

The bottle caps circulating in the wasteland cannot be used just by smashing them out with a capping machine. Fastest update

Only the Quantum Coke bottle caps with anti-counterfeiting codes issued after the economic crisis in 2150 have circulation value. Moreover, the value of the 350ml bottle caps and the 660ml limited edition bottle caps are different. The value of the latter has been very stable because no survivor force has found a production method so far. One large bottle cap is roughly equivalent to twenty ordinary bottle caps, and the transaction is generally It is customary to use "how many" ordinary bottle caps to calculate the price.

At that time, someone joked that "the anti-counterfeiting code on Coca-Cola bottle caps is even more perfect than banknotes. It may one day become the currency of third world countries. After all, their banknotes have been depreciating." Unexpectedly, the prophecy came true. Today, more than 40 years later, bottle caps have become hard currency.

It's just a pity that the place where hard currency becomes is not in any third world country, but in the wasteland of North America...

The physical identification code that Coca-Cola Company spent a lot of money to research finally made it easier for survivors in the North American wasteland. No need to connect to the Internet, just a palm-sized code scanner can identify the authenticity of bottle caps, even better than crystal.

As for how bottle caps became popular, there are many deeper reasons, so I won’t go into details here.

Using the ten boxes of luncheon meat cans he carried with him, Jiang Chen exchanged them from General Zhao for large bottle caps filled with ten cans of the same size, which was roughly equivalent to more than 5,000 bottle caps. If converted into sub-crystals according to the market conditions in North America, it might only be a little over 300 sub-crystals.

One can imagine how severe inflation is in North America.

After exchanging bottle caps, Jiang Chen did not leave immediately, but continued chatting with General Zhao for a while.

In addition to information related to the colony, he also heard some interesting rumors.

For example, the leader of Tony’s Club is not actually dead. You have to be careful when you see ambiguous cans of meat. They sometimes recycle NAC cans as a "cover". As for what kind of meat is sold in it, you can only tell when you eat it. Know. Another example is that the atmosphere in Steel City and Liberty City has been very unnatural recently, as if they are about to go to war, but they don't know who the opponent is.

Jiang Chen recorded these messages in the database of his watch. Seeing that it was getting late, he stood up and said goodbye to General Zhao.

"If there is any news, I will send someone to look for you at the airport. If you need help, you can go to the tavern at the entrance of Chinatown. Lone travelers, hunters, and caravan guards are all good choices. But I suggest you You'd better be careful when dealing with those white people. If it weren't for the strong request from the caravan, we wouldn't have let those people in." Before leaving, Smith Zhao warned Jiang Chen.

"I'll pay attention." Jiang Chen cupped his hands and walked toward the street with the six guards waiting at the door.

"You go buy some nutritional mixture and inquire about the colony's information. We will meet here in an hour." Jiang Chen casually handed a box of bottle caps to a guard and ordered, "No need to save money for me. "

Places that sell nutritional mixtures usually have a lot of traffic, so maybe the boss there will know something.

"Yes!" The guard nodded, turned and walked towards the other end of Chinatown.

Looking up at the tavern nearby, Jiang Chen motioned to several guards to wait at the door and walked in.

The survivors of Chinatown are quite xenophobic;

But this xenophobia mainly targets the survival of other skin colors. Without closing their masks, the Asian survivors in the tavern looked at Jiang Chen and others with expressions of envy rather than greed or covetousness.

In the North American wasteland, power armor is not only a symbol of strength, but also a symbol of financial strength.

It’s not easy for ordinary survivors to own a set of mechanical exoskeletons. As for those who can afford to wear power armor, they are all rich. General Zhao’s house doesn’t even have one that can afford it, let alone those who are messing around. A lone traveler.

A piece of powered armor directly determines whether they will fight or run away when encountering a Deathclaw outside. Having their own powered armor is the ultimate dream of almost all loners and mercenaries.

In the eyes of these survivors, Jiang Chen and others have become respectable compatriots. Since such a person appears in such a shabby place, it is obvious that he cannot come here to drink. The environment of Chinatown restaurants is much better than here.

Those powerful loners and mercenaries are already gearing up, planning how to strike up a conversation with this financial owner. Many female solo travelers cast ambiguous glances at Jiang Chen, and some even boldly whistled. While accepting commissions such as bodyguards and escorts, many open-minded female mercenaries do not mind providing additional services of sleeping with them. While receiving tips from their employers, they also meet their own physiological needs.

This is the atmosphere in North America. Even if Asian survivors are relatively conservative, it is only relative to their compatriots on the other side of the ocean.

"I need to hire some manpower." When Jiang Chen walked to the bar, he didn't even order a drink. He slapped two large bottle cap tips on the table and said to the bartender, "There's no special requirement for strength, as long as you don't hold back. .The main thing is credibility, and the second thing is that you must have a bright mind. Do you have any recommendations?"

The moment he saw these two large bottle caps, the bartender's breathing became visibly rapid.

Calmly putting away the bottle cap, he glanced at Jiang Chen's powered armor, grinned and said, "It might be hard to find a young man who won't hold you back, but I don't think you're looking for one. Bodyguards or guards. If my guess is correct, then I recommend you to try those scavengers. Their intuition is as sharp as a mouse, and they are very familiar with any survivor gathering place."

At this moment, a tall and thin man with a shaved head and an eye-catching scar on his face walked over. Standing next to Jiang Chen, he first looked Jiang Chen up and down, and then spoke.

"You need help?"

"That's right," Jiang Chen turned his gaze to this man and responded to his inquiry with a questioning gaze, "Who are you?"

"Gris, I don't remember my last name. Everyone calls me Crow." Gris grinned. "First of all, I won't hold you back. Secondly, I am very familiar with the survivor forces in California, Nevada, and Utah. . If you need a guide, at least I won't let you get lost. If you plan to find someone, as long as he is still on the west coast, he will not be able to escape."

Jiang Chen did not nod immediately, but turned his attention to the bartender who had collected his tip earlier.

I saw the latter wiping the cup on his hand, and spoke directly without shying away.

"Crow Gris... Well, I have some impression. He is one of the rare British guys who can go in and out of Chinatown without following the caravan. He is a scavenger with good vision and occasionally appears as a caravan escort... That's all I can think of. According to As for the market price, hiring a guide requires 20 bottle caps a day, and a guard requires 40 caps, and a full week will be counted as six days. Of course, I just suggest that you discuss it yourself."

"Okay," Jiang Chen said after looking at Gris, "You are now employed by me. I will pay you fifty bottle caps a day, and I will tell you what your mission is later. The only thing My request is that I hope you are worthy of your remuneration."

Fifty bottle caps!

After hearing this number, many survivors cast envious glances at Gris. Let alone Chinatown, such generous employers are rare even in Liberty City.

After hearing his reward, Gris's face was obviously happy, but he quickly hid this joy behind his humility, nodded slightly and said happily.

"It's an honor to serve you."

Jiang Chen nodded.

After getting this enviable job, just when Gris thought that his generous employer would get up and leave immediately, his employer still sat there without any intention of getting up.

"What do you want to drink?" Seeing that Jiang Chen had no intention of leaving, the bartender asked.

"No need," Jiang Chen shook his head and said in a voice that could be heard by everyone nearby, "I said, what I need to hire is some manpower... there are probably three to five people missing."

After hearing these words, Gris froze on the spot, and the bartender almost lost his hold on the cup.

As for the survivors next to me...

Already completely crazy. rw

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