Chapter 389 Hangzhou Merchant Federation
( ) It was a nuclear bomb crater, or a circular lake.
The surface of the lake emits light blue fluorescence under the night, like a sea of fireflies, beautiful and ominous.
The lake water is very clear, but it is as viscous as jelly, and the occasional breeze can't make any ripples.
In the middle of the lake, there is a small mountain floating.
It was a hill made of dark red meat. The blood vessels densely covered on its surface wriggled frequently, sending nutrients to the whole body. The huge body rests on the dense tentacles of the chassis like jellyfish tentacles, like a giant tree rooted in the lake.
A giant tree made of flesh and blood.
On the top of it grows a cilium as thick as a forearm and about ten meters long. On the top of the cilia, there is a glowing bulb. It's like an antenna, hanging a bright light. The faint fluorescent lights flickered, as if listening to something, and calling for something.
No one has been here for twenty years, and no one has been able to come here. This is a forbidden area for life.
However, there are still a few alien species that can approach this place.
Death Claw is one of them.
Perhaps guided by the faint light, a death claw slowly approached the nuclear bomb crater.
It wags its barbed tail stupidly, and clamps a dying survivor in its sharp claws.
The survivor's face was ugly, his festering skin had deformed folds, and the high-intensity radiation cancerized every inch of his body. The swollen mouth moved slowly, murmuring inaudible words. Along with the shaking of his facial muscles, large pieces of dander peeled off his face.
His face was miserable, but its countenance was solemn.
As if in some mysterious ritual, Deathclaw held him aloft.
It reverently threw him into the lake amid the howls of fear of its prey.
The viscous ripples swung away, quickly engulfing the figure of the man.
As usual, the Deathclaw turned and left after offering his tribute.
However, at this moment, a mutation happened!
The viscous lake water suddenly rolled up, and large bubbles surged from the bottom of the lake. Just like boiling water.
And the survivor who sank to the bottom of the lake was the last firewood that ignited the lake!
Deathclaw turned his head abruptly, his eyes the size of copper bells narrowed into slits, and moved between the rising radiance and the restless flesh in surprise.
at the same time. In a villa tens of kilometers away, Lin Ling who was sleeping soundly opened her eyes suddenly.
His breathing was still even, as if he was still in a deep sleep.
However, the two blushes in the pupils were so conspicuous in the dark.
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It's already mid-June, and Jiang Chen plans to return to the present world in the near future. Everything in the wasteland has been arranged. The last batch of recruits also went to the front yesterday, and it doesn't matter whether he is sitting in the office in the base at the moment. Sun Jiao, who is the wife of the Marshal, will arrange the chores for him, and Lin Ling will inform him through the four-dimensional transmitter in case of important events.
But today he still has to go to the office. An envoy from Hangzhou wants to see him.
"Ha——" Yawning, Lin Ling rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked out of the room.
"Stayed up late?" Jiang Chen, who was standing in the living room and was about to go out, saw this and asked with a smile.
"No, I just don't know why I'm so sleepy... Well, I'm still a little hungry." Lin Ling rubbed her flat belly and walked towards the kitchen in a daze.
I don't know what happened, Lin Ling has always been in this listless look these days. Jiang Chen initially thought she was sick. But Lin Ling told him responsibly that cyborgs would not get sick.
Jiang Chen looked at her back suspiciously, but said nothing, pushed the door and walked out.
Today's sky is particularly clear, perhaps because the monsoon from the Pacific Ocean blows away the radioactive dust that hangs over the wasteland like a dark cloud. When I came to the office, I saw a man in a suit waiting at his desk.
After seeing Jiang Chen, his eyes lit up, and he stretched out his right hand to greet him with a smile.
Jiang Chen also extended his hand and shook him friendly.
"Kong Qian, the president of the Hangzhou Merchants Association." The man shook Jiang Chen's hand vigorously. Introduced himself friendly.
Judging by the calluses on his hands, this guy doesn't look like a businessman at all.
Although he has never been to Hangzhou, Jiang Chen has heard of the name of this federation.
Many merchants in the Sixth Street District are from Hangzhou, and the electronic products, tobacco and adhesives they bring sell well here. And most of the businessmen from Hangzhou. They are all affiliated to the Hangzhou Merchant Federation, a guild-like organization. Being able to integrate so many businessmen is enough to demonstrate the strength of this organization and should not be underestimated.
However, there is still Jiashi between Hangzhou City and Wanghai City, and the distance of 150 kilometers is already very far in the wasteland.
"Jiang Chen, Marshal. Why don't we sit down and talk?" Jiang Chen said with a smile.
"Haha, Mr. Marshal, you are being polite..."
After exchanging pleasantries, the two sat down on the sofa.
Jiang Chen simply motioned Han Junhua to avoid it first. Then he crossed his fingers on his knees and asked straight to the point.
"It's so chaotic outside now, I don't know why the president came here to visit me in person?"
Jiang Chen did not forget that Jiashi is still in the hands of mutants.
"Bring friendship, bring Yajing. There is also a personal purpose, I want to meet the legendary King of Wanghai City." Kong Qian said with a smile.
King of Wanghai City? That sucks really loudly, but I like it.
"Haha, is that what people in Hangzhou call me?" Jiang Chen laughed.
"Of course, the businessmen who came back from the Sixth Street in Hangzhou praised your demeanor. As a dictator, you can recognize the importance of businessmen and strictly abide by the rules of the game you set. To be honest, after hearing After the Committee of Ten was replaced by a dictator, we pessimistically thought that we would completely lose one of the most dazzling markets, but it turned out that we were wrong." Kong Qian spread his hands and joked.
Seeing Kong Qian's slow refusal to get to the point, Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.
"It's a great honor to receive such praise from your businessmen. The businessmen in Hangzhou have always been our best friends. But I think it's better for us to get to the point as soon as possible before flattering each other."
Kong Qian smiled.
"Actually, before coming here, I have a good proposal."
"What about now?" Jiang Chen asked.
"I changed my mind."
"Can I hear what that scrapped idea is?" Jiang Chen leaned on the sofa, looking at that scheming face and said.
Kong Qian grinned, but didn't hide it.
"My proposal is that the two sides jointly send troops to pull out this nail blocking our business road."
"What about now?" Jiang Chen smiled.
"However, now I find that you seem to be able to pull out this nail without us." Kong Qian also laughed.
When he said this, Jiang Chen read a trace of deep-seated fear from his pupils. (To be continued.)
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