Chapter 295 The Unaddicted Jeter

As for the candidates for the ambassador stationed in the 027 shelter, Jiang Chen directly handed it over to Wang Qing, the head of the logistics department, to be responsible for the selection. $f,

The main task of this ambassador is to record the needs in the shelter, and at the same time convey Jiang Chen's instructions on the research direction of the shelter, which is almost a matter of the logistics department. It's just that in addition to this basic task, Jiang Chen also gave the ambassador another task, which is to supervise the energy consumption and output of the shelter to prevent it from hoarding energy.

In the early morning of the next day, the ambassador arrived at Camp No. 27 with the freight truck delivering building materials.

The ambassador is a woman named Xu Lu, 25 years old, knight class. Before the war, he worked as a salesman in an insurance company. During the war, he entered a dormant warehouse. After waking up, he lived in the slums of the sixth street. He was one of the first survivors who were bought by the Fishbone Base. She has a very pleasing appearance, good eloquence, is also very careful, and has a lot of qualifications. She is indeed very suitable for the post of ambassador.

The other five staff members are high-class citizens in the base, and they will enter the shelter on a rotating basis to assist Xu Lu in her work.

"Be careful while staying in the shelter, walk around more often, and build a good relationship with the residents of the shelter. You can represent the image of the Fishbone Base." Jiang Chen patted her on the shoulder and warned.

"Don't worry, boss, I'll take care of it." Xu Lu said to Jiang Chen with a playful military salute.

Jiang Chen nodded and watched her board the elevator.

As the signal lights flickered, the six people disappeared on the surface, leading to the underground buried a thousand meters deep.

At the same time, a young-looking woman in a blue shelter uniform walked towards Jiang Chen.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang, my name is Zhang Yuzhu, and I am in charge of serving as the ambassador of the 027 Refuge to the Fishbone Base." The voice of this small-looking girl is very pleasant and smooth, with only a little jerky in the ointment with tension.

Coincidentally. The envoys sent by both sides are all women.

Is it out of consideration of softening diplomatic rhetoric? After all, there are no professional diplomats in the wasteland.

Really interesting phenomenon.

Jiang Chen shook his head, dispelling the weird thoughts in his head.

Looking up and down the envoy, Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Speaking of which, how old are you?"

"Huh? Twenty years old.

Zhang Yuzhu was stunned. He didn't understand why Jiang Chen asked this question, but he answered it truthfully.

"Twenty? Speaking of which, how many years has this refuge been closed?" Jiang Chen said.

"Twenty years until July this year." Zhang Yuzhu said.

"Twenty years, twenty years old. Were you born in the first year the refuge was launched?" Jiang Chen laughed.

"No, my father told me that I was born outside the refuge, but I was only a few months old when I entered the door." Zhang Yuzhu said with a shy smile.

"Well, speaking of it, isn't your father worried at all about going to work so far away from home?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yuzhu shook his head.

"He's dead."

"Feel sorry."

"It's nothing, he passed away very peacefully, and everyone in the shelter said he was a very good person. It's just that he always said that he was sorry for everyone. Although I don't understand why my father said that, but if I can help everyone for him If so, it will definitely make him feel better, who is watching me from the sky.”

At the end, a shy and bright smile appeared on Zhang Yuzhu's face.

"Well, you will." Looking at the smiling face, Jiang Chen also smiled, encouraging the little girl.

It's really a heart-warming story. Can such a beautiful soul be bred even in a shelter where the sun cannot be seen?

After sending the little girl to the truck back to the base, Jiang Chen was about to return to the Fishbone Soldiers' camp when he happened to catch a glimpse of a sparse circle of people outside the other gate of the camp.

See what commotion seems to be happening there. Jiang Chen walked over.

"Listen guys, it only takes a small piece of this, and anyone can be a sharpshooter! This is the good stuff I shipped over from Ruding, 100% pure! Don't want to try it? I promise. It feels good Extremely!"

I saw a suspiciously dressed businessman spitting and speaking, selling suspicious medicines to several fishbone soldiers who were in charge of the gate.

Behind him was a two-headed ox, and his back was full of strange small commodities.

"What's the use of this thing?" Jiang Chen walked to the back of the crowd and said with interest looking at the businessman.

Hearing it was Jiang Chen's voice, these deserting soldiers were almost scared to death.

No one listened to the businessman's foolishness anymore, and the soldiers scattered and returned to their posts.

The customers all ran away. The businessman gave Jiang Chen a complaining look, stuffed the small bottle into the cloth bag on the back of the two-headed bull, and pulled the rope to leave.

His intuition told him that if he could scare away these guys carrying guns, the status of this person should be quite high. Although Jiang Chen messed up his business, he didn't dare to complain. After all, businessmen like them are doing business with their heads pinned to their waists, and it is a tragedy to be slammed because they offend people with their mouths.

"What the hell is this? You haven't answered me yet." Seeing that he was about to leave, Jiang Chen asked again.

"Jite, a good thing that enhances the senses. The specific effect is that after eating, the whole world seems to slow down." The businessman saw that Jiang Chen seemed to want to buy it, so he stopped and began to sell it skillfully.

Is it something like bullet time? That's really a good thing.

Jiang Chen touched his chin with interest.

"How is it? Only 10 sub-crystals are needed for one piece." Seeing the interested expression on Jiang Chen's face, the businessman urged.

"I've seen this stuff sell for 4 pieces in the sixth street." The soldier not far from Jiang Chen heard this, worried that the boss would be cheated, and couldn't help reminding him.

The businessman's eyes widened.

"The thing in the sixth block, can it compare with mine? The Jeter I sell is not addictive, you can try more of the one they sell?"

"Cheat ghosts, and there is no addictive Jeter?" Another soldier laughed and complained.

As soon as he heard that this thing would be addictive, Jiang Chen immediately lost interest.

But looking at the businessman arguing with the soldiers, Jiang Chen suddenly had other ideas.

"Ahem, what do you mean to say that your Jeter has been improved and is better than the ones sold at the pharmacy in the sixth street? Is it not addictive?" Jiang Chen cleared his throat and interrupted their argument.

"That's right." Proudly straightening his collar, the businessman looked at Jiang Chen, "I guarantee with my life that no matter how I use my Jet, it won't become addictive."

"Okay, very good." Jiang Chen nodded, approvingly, "How many pills do you have?"

"I only made it, I mean only 53 pills." said the businessman.

"What's your name?" Jiang Chen asked.

"Meng Qian."

"Okay Meng Qian, this is 530 sub-crystals, take it." Jiang Chen reached into his pocket, took out a few larger sub-crystals from the storage space and threw them into his hands.

"Hey, thank you boss." Nodding and bowing, he took Yajing, and Meng Qian happily presented the small bottle of medicine with both hands.

However, Jiang Chen's next words made Meng Qian's heart fall into the ice cave in an instant.

"You're welcome," Jiang Chen casually threw the medicine into the hands of the soldiers beside him, then pointed to the merchant who was picking up the Kia crystal, "detain him, let him finish this bottle of medicine. Come back if there is no problem." I report."

After speaking, Jiang Chen didn't care how the man begged for mercy, turned around and returned to the camp. (To be continued.)