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I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World (Web Novel) - Chapter 1531 - Food and Slave
Chapter 1531: Food and Slave
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Inside the Sixth Street, Tulip Hotel.
As an asset of the Zhao Group, this hotel was now a well-known five-star hotel in the entire East Asian region. The guests that stayed here were either merchants from North Alliance Area or dictators from the south.
However, recently, the hotel welcomed a wealthy man with a special identity and generous spending habits. At the price of twenty diamonds, he rented out the entire hotel for a week and sold ten tons of cornmeal in the Sixth Street market.
One kilogram of flour could be exchanged for three credits, and ten tons of cornmeal was 30,000 credits.
On the Sixth Street, it was definitely a huge sum of money.
These black guests didn’t seem to mind showing off their wealth. In addition to the ten tons of cornmeal they sold, there was another container full of corn stored in the Port of Wanghai, guarded by more than twenty heavily armed soldiers.
As for the chief named Zaria, although he spent lavishly in the hotel over the past few days, he did not just relax. There were more than ten entourages who accompanied him to the Sixth Street.
Most of these people spent their days in the market as they gathered intelligence on all aspects of the Sixth Street.
“The price of food here is very expensive, but it is different from what we expected. They can produce a certain amount of food through something called the ‘Garden of Eden’, however, the yield is not very high, and most people still eat nutrient supplies synthesized by mutated plants. They only occasionally eat cooked food.”
“The status of soldiers in the NAC is very high. This place is probably the same as ours with a military-government system. The position of the general is probably equivalent to that of the chief and can have many women.”
“The price of military supplies is not high, and their industrial level should be slightly stronger than ours, but we should have an advantage in both population and weapon reserves. Therefore, they are not a threat to us temporarily.”
In the presidential suite on the top floor of the Tulip Hotel, a burly black giant knelt on one knee and reported to Chief Zaria, who was playing AR somatosensory games, on his work during the past two days.
Zaria tossed the sensory device to the side, walked to the high-end sofa sewn with mutant fur, and sat down. Then, he wiggled his finger at the white slave next to him.
The white slave with a mask did not resist at all. Like a marionette, she walked to Chief Zaria mechanically and kneeled down to help him light a cigar.
The furrow between his eyebrows gradually disappeared. Chief Zaria spat out a smoke ring, leaned back against the sofa in comfort, and tapped against the armrest while he said nonchalantly.
“I care about slaves, slaves, many slaves, especially the Asian ones. Do you know what I mean? If I can’t complete this task, the war chief will punish me.”
The war chief was the prime minister of the “United African Tribes” and the king in the orthodox sense. This king was assumed by the chief of the most powerful tribe and possessed the power for foreign war declaration and mediate in internal wars. If two big tribes fought, then the war chief was obliged to mediate the issues between the two parties.
Not long ago, the war chief issued an order that a piece of fertile land in the former Tanzania area will be reclaimed, and this project required at least 200,000 serfs. The huge population demand made the war chief set his sight on the distant eastern part of Asia.
As a confidant attached to the war chief, Zaria naturally took up this task willingly. However, when he arrived in Wanghai, the situation here made him feel astonished. The European told him that the Holy Shield here had been long destroyed, but he clearly saw the orange dome that covered the entire sky. The soil here clearly was no longer fertile, but there were countless grains and food sold in the Sixth Street market.
“The NAC has abolished slavery. It may be very difficult for us to get slaves.” The black giant hesitated for a moment, and said, “I tried to contact the mercenary group here, and they agreed to help us smuggle some slaves, but their price is two tons of rice or one ton of cornmeal for each slave.”
The price is ridiculous!
It is almost twice the price Zaria offered to the NAC military government.
Zaria frowned and weighed whether the deal was worthwhile.
After about five or six minutes, he finally made a decision.
“Don’t respond to those people yet, and I will reply to them after I meet with the NAC General.”
“Yes.”
The black giant stepped back respectfully, and when he left the room, he looked enviously at the white female slave who crawled to Chief Zaria, and then closed the door.
…
After a day of recovery, Jiang Chen felt that he was alive again. Sun Jiao and the others did not continue to squeeze him but created a schedule.
Now that the passage between the modern world and the apocalypse was open, there were no longer any barriers to travel between the two worlds. Early in the morning, Xia Shiyu took Sun Jiao and the others to Coconut Island, and they wouldn’t be able to return until the evening.
Therefore, when Jiang Chen woke up, the entire mansion was empty, which made his heart feel empty and lonely.
Fortunately, Yao Yao was quite considerate. At about twelve o’clock, she came back to prepare lunch for him.
Perhaps it was because of yesterday, now whenever Yao Yao saw Jiang Chen, she looked away in panic and her face turned red like a ripe apple.
After Jiang Chen had lunch, Yao Yao cleaned the plates while Jiang Chen left the house and took a helicopter to the Sixth Street. On the apron near the parliament building, he saw Chu Nan who had been waiting for a long time.
Chu Nan respectfully saluted, then walked to Jiang Chen.
“Chief Zaria is waiting for you in the conference room. A wizard, his entourage, and a slave arrived with him.”
“A wizard?”
“Not a real wizard,” Chu Nan shrugged and laughed, “It’s just a position, probably similar to a military officer, or a staff officer.”
“What does he want? Did he say anything?”
“Slaves.” Chu Nan said, “They want to start a slave trade with us.”
Jiang Chen nodded and did not make a statement on this. After a moment of thought, Jiang Chen suddenly asked.
“What do you think of the African continent?”
“A bloated and weak giant,” Chu Nan added after he thought for a moment, “He is carrying more than his bodyweight of gold bricks.”
Jiang Chen was taken aback for a moment, then he also laughed, looked at Chu Nan, and said.
“I have the exact same thought process as you.”
