38 Slave Arrangemen (2/2)
His voice echoing through the dark sewage system had a strange feel to it.
”I know you guys all have a lot of questions in your mind, such as if you would be used as a lure or carry a weapon to go fight in the front line. Fortunately, I can guarantee that it won’t happen.”
Jiang Chen sensed that everyone let out a sigh of relief. The thirty heart beat related indicators have all decreased on the EP.
A pleased smile appeared on his face before he took another deep breath and spoke out.
”You guys are lucky because I am your master and I believe you will experience that shortly. You work for me, and you won’t starve. I can even let you guys live a wealthy life as you have never imagined before. However…”
At this point, Jiang Chen gradually slowed his voice down and purposely lowered his voice as he added a sullen chillness to his tone.
”I am a kind and sympathetic person, but the only thing I cannot forgive is betrayal. You all know the microchip installed at the back of your neck. For me, you have no privacy at all. For traitors, there is no punishment other than death. That’s all.”
His words of certainty transmitted through the pitch silent underground sewage system. The frightened, fearful, and worried pupils dilated as they didn’t dare to make a sound.
Afraid? That’s right! That’s what he wanted to instill in their heart.
Carrot after stick, he knew that these people would be obedient. He was aware that the moment they smelt the first bowl of congee after so many years, these frightened and uncertain people would immediately praise him as the second god.
”What are you all waiting for! Grab everything and let's go home!” Jiang Chen waved his hand as the slaves stood up quivering and lifted all the supplies.
He climbed out of the exit. After he had ensured the safety of the surrounding, he lowered the hook and cables down. People below hooked the supplies up and lifted the stocks one by one. The production equipment were all disassembled and stored in boxes; assembling can be done in the mansion.
He led the slaves with packs of supplies as they carefully traversed through the deserted streets full of lifeless zombies. Jiang Chen finally saw his mansion, or ”dirt fortress”.
He pressed the doorbell. Quickly, a graceful figure jumped into his firm embrace as she hugged his neck.
”Did you pick up girls?” The cat-like eyes gazed at Jiang Chen as Sun Jiao examined him top down.
”Shouldn’t the first sentence be I miss you?” Jiang Chen patted Sun Jiao's back with a bitter smile. This girl was even naughtier. An audacious girl transforming into a caring woman?
”You haven’t answered my question yet.” Sun Jiao smirked as she drew a circle on his back with her finger.
”I swear to God, no!” Jiang Chen raised his hand and swore. At the same time, he added a sentence in his mind.
[If the robot doesn’t count.]
Although her sixth sense made Sun Jiao a little suspicious, Jiang Chen didn’t smell odd so she quickly let it go.
After she had kissed Jiang Chen again, she began to order the slaves on the side to move things into the mansion. Then started to plan on how to settle these slaves.
The grass field in front of the mansion was circled out and used to build temporary tents for them. The small traveler-sized tents were purchased with Zhao Chenwu and could barely fit two people. Due to the limitation of space, they would have to squeeze a bit, but it would still be better than sleeping outside.
Of course, there were still rooms in the mansion, but Jiang Chen wasn’t kind enough to let these strangers live in his home. Even if they have no ability to fight back and kept a clean record in the ghetto, he still had trust issues. Without the proper loyalty and allegiance, Jiang Chen could only treat them as strangers.
Yao Yao understandingly followed Jiang Chen’s instructions and brought a giant pot. She dumped half a bag of rice along with an ample amount of water. Then she added some cabbage leaves and some ground pork into the pot with two spoons of salt and a small spoon of gourmet powder.
She opened the natural gas and started to cook in the giant pot.
After a giant wooden spoon had mixed all the ingredients, Yao Yao tiptoed to cover the pot.
She sniffed and adjusted the fire before waiting quietly for the congee to cook. Although she didn’t understand why Jiang Chen would make such a delicious meal for the slaves, she would support his decision regardless of the motive.
[Brother’s sympathetic look was handsome.]
Perhaps it was the fire, but Yao Yao’s face blushed in redness.
Slowly, she was getting to the age where she had her own fantasy..