This is the one that was kicked by Jessica...
Looking at Smith Zhao’s eyes was a bit weird, but Jiang Chen soon realized that it was a very bad behavior, using a dry cough to cover up the strangeness in his eyes. .
"My name is Zheng Shanhe, they are my people." Opened the armor mask out of courtesy. Jiang Chen borrowed the name of Zheng Shanhe and pointed to the six guards who were wearing power armor behind them. We are from Wanghai City, the first division of na."
Despite the expansion of the na colony, although some people have heard of "the marshal of na" on the west coast of North America, fortunately no one has put his portrait everywhere, at least the general Zhao, or General Zhao, did not recognize him. identity of.
"Wanghai City? First Division? I have heard of this name." Smith Zhao said with some suspicion, looked up and down Jiang Chen, "So, for safety reasons, I ask more... First Division You, what are you doing in Chinatown in Los Angeles?"
Obviously, he did not believe in Jiang Chen’s remarks, at least not to put down his vigilance.
"We are not malicious, otherwise we will not save your people," Jiang Chen pointed to the young man named Wang Ping, and then said, "We are here to understand the situation of the outpost."
The colony is na's name for the colony, and of course the foreign capital will not use the colonial word. In the past, na used the name of the outpost to call that place. Most survivors in North America used the name of the area as “outpost” and “outpost town”... These messages are from Jessica. Hear it.
Listening to Jiang Chen talking about the word outpost, the vigilance in Smith's tone was suddenly replaced by a strange.
"Outpost town? Wait, are you coming for the outpost?"
“Is there any problem?” Jiang Chen asked.
"I thought you had to drop the unfinished building there and go back to your hometown. After all, there is really nothing good to remember in North America." Smith Zhao looked at Jiang Chen with a big eyes, and the surprised expression was not like it. "If I remember correctly, it should be black scorpion, the devil in the Nevada desert."
"Call me black? Regardless of whether they are demons or not, thank you for your intelligence." Jiang Chen nodded, paused for a while, then began to say, "In fact, we did not evacuate from North America, and even recently here. New immigrants were dispatched... However, the situation here shocked us, the entire outpost disappeared, and there were no signs. We don’t even know what happened here."
"...devil." Hearing Jiang Chen’s statement, Smith Zhao licked his tongue. "You... didn't receive any news?"
"Yes." Jiang Chen nodded.
"It’s a **** of a ghost... In the end, don’t stand at the door, talk to my house.” Muttered a few words, "Hell," Smith Zhao waved behind him, indicating the Asian gunmen. Put away the weapon.
General Zhao was named Smith Zhao. Although he claimed that his ancestors were Chinese immigrants in the city of Yucheng, it was obvious that he could not find any position on the map.
However, it is not important for his ancestors. What is important is that General Zhao’s attitude towards the colony is quite good. After confirming that Jiang Chen really came from the opposite side of the Pacific Ocean, his attitude was obviously more enthusiastic, and there was no speech. Concealing the shackles of the Pacific Ocean.
In his eyes, North America has become a ruin, and there will be a lot better in Asia. After all, he has never heard of the survivors of the West Coast who ran to Pan Asia. They have always been na ships and then one.
In the conversation with General Zhao, Jiang Chen learned that the exchanges between Chinatown and the colony were quite close. The merchants of both sides often exchanged each other. Until the colony was "discarded", he also finalized the businessman in the sixth block. A big sale worth 50,000 yuan.
After learning about the distress of General Zhao, Jiang Chen immediately said that he would replace the businessman to perform the contract. In the name of the military government, he could use the canned instead of the bottle cap, provided that he could produce relevant certificates. After receiving the promise of Jiang Chen, General Zhao immediately delighted him as a friend, and he did not pull him to take care of him.
"Thank you very much! My friend! If I don't have you, I really don't know what to do. The skin of the long-tailed guinea pig is very troublesome to handle, and it is very difficult to find. You may not know from the other side. There is no such thing in us here." People gave Jiang Chen a glass of ale, and General Zhao, sitting on the sofa, watched Jiang Chen eagerly.
To be precise, no matter what the sixth block is, there is no such thing as a flashy thing.
For survivors, filling the stomach is the first demand, followed by a series of physiological needs. As for luxury goods and other things that promote social prosperity, it can only be widely established on the premise of the existence of society itself.
The best-selling goods in wasteland in North America are always powerful and reliable machinery, as well as fierce weapons. Canned food, tea, and tobacco, although they also have the nature of luxury goods, but after all, they are consumables, and with the nature of spiritual comfort, the demand will never shrink.
And like guinea pig skin, this kind of decoration can only be used as a decorative thing. Even if the rich people of Liberty City are interested, they can’t buy a fur worth hundreds of thousands or even millions of caps at the same time as the merchants of na. . Hiring a few hunters directly to go out for a walk is far more cost-effective than buying a bottle cap, and the coat or carpet that is made can last for a long time without being bad.
"The guinea pig skin will talk about it for a while. I am not here to talk about business." Looking at General Zhao, Jiang Chen went on to say, "Your cans will wait until the port of the outpost town returns to the right track. You should understand what I mean. ""
"You want us to help you retake the outpost town?" Smith Zhao squatted, then shook his head and smiled. "I am sorry that I can't help you. The black fire is too fierce, they don't come to us." Thank you very much, I have to be responsible for my people."
"Without your help, it is not difficult for us to kill them." Jiang Chen shook his head and opened his eyes to dispel his concerns. Then the key to the problem is that I must figure out what happened in the outpost town. What?"
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Smith asked.
Although he is not willing to take risks for Na's territory, he is still happy to sell this favor to na without threatening his own safety. Even if he let go of the big sale of 50,000 yuan, he would be willing to help out of his fellowship.
This may not be seen in the settlements of white, black or other ethnic survivors, but it is still very popular in the group of Chinese survivors of North America. After all, they were marginalized people who were excluded from the mainstream society before the war. They were almost locked into concentration camps during the war, and they did not have any good days after the war.
It has become their tradition to hold the group and help each other. If you see a difficult compatriot, you will be helped by a busy time. If you pass it out, you will be poked.
"If it's convenient, I hope that you can help me inquire about what happened in the outpost town. In addition, I need some people, not many, two or three will be enough, I will pay their salary at a reasonable price. Finally, I think Replace some caps with our supplies..."