I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Ps: I finally finished it... Old readers don’t go back to see the public. Or you can choose to watch the third-party platform without synchronization. The change should be just the main station, you know.

From the Lihua Hotel, Jiang Chen declined Zhao Chenwu’s invitation to stay at the Paradise Island Hotel for free, and went straight to the development bureau of the sixth block.

The inner circle has changed a lot. When I remember coming here a few months ago, he was impressed only by the spider tank of the triangular-shaped barrel and the heavily armed soldier. But now it is the well-dressed pedestrians on the street.

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

That is prosperity.

Zhao Chenwu’s car with a high b-bar is not a rarity. The number of armored vehicles patrolling the streets is now a lot less, and the private cars are gradually getting more. Walking along the most prosperous areas, you can see the building being expanded everywhere.

The guard who was on duty at the door showed the gene id on ep, and Jiang Chen walked into the hall.

"Hello, Mr., is there any need for help?" A waiter sat in the front desk and turned to look at Jiang Chen. His tone was very professional.

"I want to buy a few plots here, to use... to open a factory." I flipped through the brochure at the front desk, Jiang Chen said casually.

It is a fake to build a factory. It is enough to build a warehouse to fool around. The key is to get the 200 square meter real estate certification.

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

Let's imagine. Now the number of factories and small workshops in the sixth block may not exceed 20, but now the per capita wealth has doubled. How many times does the total economic volume expand? It is no exaggeration to say that the number 20 will be more than five times in a year. And the birth of the bank. Undoubtedly will speed up this process.

How many people will ask for a loan at that time? The shareholding bank is absolutely stable and does not lose.

“Do you want to buy an industry? You are welcome to invest in the sixth block. But Mr., the land in the new industrial area that is being developed has already been sold, maybe you can consider buying it from the holder’s hand.”

"Sold out? So fast?" Jiang Chen stunned.

Although it is expected that the newly developed land will be a bit of a sought-after, I did not expect to sell so fast.

Wrinkled, Jiang Chen indulged for a moment and then asked.

“Is there a ready-made industry that is waiting to be sold? Any place can be.”

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

"Maybe. But why don't you go to the consignment bank in the market area to ask?"

Jiang Chen: "..."

Commodities and real estate are basically traded at consignment banks. The form is often that the seller fills in the sales information, deposits the relevant materials or documents in the consignment bank, and the person who has the intention to purchase gets the order. Then talk to the seller about the price. After the transaction, the buyer only needs to move Yajing to the consignment bank, and then he can take away the consignment.

At this moment, Jiang Chen held such a list on his hand, with the words "storefront sale, price negotiable" printed on it.

Stopped at the door of a shop, Jiang Chen looked up and down the store.

Perhaps in order to save electricity, I only saw the electronic signboard, and used the black pen to write the words [prosthetic leg boutique].

There was a little dust on the wooden window, and the rustproof metal shell pieced up the security door looked a bit bleak. Hesitantly raised his hand. Jiang Chen was just about to knock on the door, and the door was opened.

A "small TV" with a square head and a brain suddenly jumped out and scared Jiang Chen almost without a gun.

The metal-welded mouth quickly opened and closed, screaming with a sharp electronic voice: "Welcome! Dear guests. We provide mechanical legs, mechanical prosthetic installation. Inadvertently interrupted limbs waste Tucke offers the best service!"

Staring at the robot that connected the body and the skull with a spring, Jiang Chen browed and jumped. He generally understood why the store had no customers.

The length of the welcome is like this. Someone will come and call out the ghost.

Uncertainly pushing away the scary robot that looks like a scary, Jiang Chen stepped into the store.

The house is not very bright. There is a faint smell of oil, and the walls display unknown metal appliances and parts. Only people who can't see the front desk.

Jiang Chen looked around for the next four weeks and screamed out in a tentative manner. "Cough, somebody?"

No one answered.

no one there? Still busy with other things?

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Chen walked upstairs along the stairs behind the store.

At the end of the stairs is the top floor of the attic, and the open door has a whisper of self-talk, and occasionally the popping sound always makes people feel ominous.

"The problem with the central processor? Oh, no, it should be the engine control component..."

The door is open and the roof is open. The room was filled with bizarre equipment, a small astronomical telescope on the corner, and a holographic device that seemed to be a nebula. The center of the room is a cylinder with a radius of about one meter and a height of about two people. The sharp head...

"rocket!?"

It seems that he was disturbed by this amazing voice. The young man who was playing with the screwdriver turned his head and looked at the door.

"Yes! It's the Rocket!" Throwing the screwdriver in his hand aside, licking the messy, shiny, curly hair and smiling.

Jiang Chen looked up and down the two high-ranking guns and suddenly laughed.

"Haha, finally someone can see the charm of the design I designed." However, the person was wrong, and his face showed a happy expression, and opened his arms to Jiang Chen.

Silently avoiding the hug that apparently did not take a bath for a few days, Jiang Chen coughed.

"The purpose of my visit this time is --"

"Investing right, I understand."

"No, you may be mistaken-"

"Hey!" The man suddenly made a mysterious gesture of stopping, and then Chongjiang morning recruited, "I will show you something fun first."

Words. The man walked quickly to the corner of the room.

The expression looked strangely at the man, and Jiang Chen hesitated for a moment. Still follow up.

"The power system is normal, the hydraulic balance system is normal. The fuel tank is normal..." I read the vocabulary of the unclear, and I saw that he quickly tapped the button on the silicon touchpad, and the eyes were filled with the name of fanaticism. The light.

Jiang Chen stood behind him and looked at the row of unclear instruments.

"You are this -"

"Ignition!" excitedly screamed and scared Jiang Chen, and interrupted all his doubts.

One hand, slammed on a red button.

Hey -!

The center of the room burst into flames, and the hot flame was sprayed onto the base made of unknown metal. The floor began to tremble, and the glass window gave a harsh sorrow. The gas wave rushed to the two, and Jiang Chen reached out to cover the violent airflow. The face through the fingers was full of shock.

"The trough, what kind of plane are you doing?"

"It's a rocket! Space, I am coming! Haha, launch!" With a violent airflow, the man struggled to stand still, put his hand on the handle of the device, and then slammed it to the top.

The air pressure suddenly increased, and the young man was simply smashed to the wall. Jiang Chen barely stood firm with his strong body index, and he was almost unable to stop. He opened the nitrogen shield on his right arm.

The nitrogen shield slammed from the right arm of Jiang Chen, and the nitrogen that was interfered by the special position quickly formed a compression circulation, which swayed the violent airflow.

The impact is instantly released.

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

Turn off the nitrogen armor and aim at the shadow that has already rushed to the sky. Jiang Chen slammed back and looked at the man.

"Is it a pen? Are you launching a rocket in the house?" What is even more shocking to him is that the technology of the future allows rockets to be launched in the house? What is the level of Nyima's fuel science and materials science advanced?

The man heard the words. I laughed and scratched my chicken nest in a random way.

"Nothing. There is no rule in the Sixth Street that is not allowed to shoot anything in the sky."

"..." Jiang Chen was speechless.

After taking a messy dress, the man cleared his throat and then extended his right hand to Jiang Chen.

"Jiang Lin, the owner of the sixth-street prosthetic leg boutique."

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Chen reached out and shook his hand and looked at him with a strange look.

"Fake leg? Can you tell me what is the necessary connection between the prosthetic leg and the rocket?"

Jiang Lin smiled embarrassedly, reached out and touched his nose and said: "The fake leg shop is opened by my father."

"Now?" Despite this question, Jiang Chen has roughly guessed what it is.

The son failed to inherit his father's business, left the family's industry aside and started the rocket?

"I am not doing the same thing," he shrugged a little, but then he came again and seemed to be beckoning Jiang Chen. "Show you something interesting."

After that, Jiang Lin left Jiang Chen and walked to the room another time. Jiang Chen looked at his move and gave up and seemed to sigh and follow the past.

"According to the set procedure, my Explorer 8 will enter the synchronous running track at the first cosmic speed, see!"

I saw Jiang Lin's fingers tapping on the touchpad a few times, and the gorgeous light and shadow began to interweave, and the convergence of the annular imaging devices became a shocking effect.

"This is our planet." Jiang Lin smiled and opened his arms, hugged the light and shadow that did not exist, and turned back to Jiang Chen proudly picking an eyebrow.

Jiang Chen’s pupils were enlarged and incredibly shaken.

"The trough, it's a bunker..."

Azure, there is dim yellow.

This is the first time he has overlooked this land. Apart from the color, there is almost no difference between it and the world.

The azure blue belongs to the ocean, and the cloud that should be white has been mixed with unhealthy dimness. The unhealthy colors are radiation dust, chemical dust and industrial waste gas. The dark soil in the soil in the northwest is faintly visible and should belong to a certain variegated flora. I remember that Sun Jiao mentioned before that there seems to be a place in the north called Luen Tong District. To the south of Baiyue, the mottled can be seen in the darkness of the infiltration, which is the color of the scorched earth.

Because it is a low-Earth orbit and runs in sync with the Earth, what the Explorer 8 can see is only the situation in Asia. But if you want to come, the side of the earth should be no better.

"From all angles, this planet is no longer suitable for human habitation." Although this sentence does not sound very optimistic, Jiang Lin's tone has nothing to wave.

After that, Jiang Lin extended his finger and clicked on the touchpad, and the angle of view of the screen instantly switched.

“Here?” Jiang Chen recovered from the shock and stared at the rows of strips on the holographic screen and asked.

"Space debris in low Earth orbit forms a circle of planets in low Earth orbit. The battlefield of the Third World War is not just on the ground." Jiang Lin smiled and then operated on the touchpad, zooming in. The picture from the Explorer No. 8.

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

Space-based weapons? For example, the rod of God. He suddenly remembered a diary he had read.

Looking at the piece of metal wreckage, his face was full of shock.

It is not because of the tragic war. (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!