131 Rocket? (1/2)
Chapter 131: Rocket?
Translator: _Min_Editor: Lis_
Coming out of Lihua, Jiang Chen rejected Zhao Chenwu's invitation to stay in Paradise Island Hotel at no expense and walked straight to the Development Bureau.
The inner circle had drastically changed. He remembered a few months ago, when he first came here, the only things that had left an impression on him were the spider tank and the fully-equipped soldiers. Now, however, there were pedestrians in flamboyant clothing.
The radiation dust in the air felt depressing as ever, but a touch of liveliness permeated the entire camp.
Prosperity.
Zhao Chenwu's high-end car was no longer unique. Fewer armored vehicles patrolled the streets now taken up by personal vehicles. Along the busiest street were building expansions here and there.
After displaying his genetic ID to the patrolling soldiers, Jiang Chen entered the hall.
”Hello, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?” a receptionist at the front desk said professionally while twirling a pen.
”I'd like to buy a few plots of land to open... a factory,” he said casually as he flipped through the promotional materials on the desk.
He was obviously not building a factory. It was fine as long as he built a warehouse; the key was to settle the two hundred square meter criteria.
Sixth Street was about to establish the first bank, and thirty percent of the shares would be sold—the cake was too attractive to pass on.
Imagining the scenario, the total number of factories and small production facilities numbered fewer than twenty, but now that the average wealth increased exponentially, how tremendous would the economy boom be? It was no exaggeration to say that twenty would increase by at least five-fold within a year, and establishing a bank would only speed up this process.
How many people would need a loan then? It was a guaranteed return.
”Purchasing assets? Thank you for choosing to invest in Sixth Street. But sir, currently, the land available for development have been sold out. Maybe you could consider purchasing for existing owners.”
”Sold out? This fast?” Jiang Chen was shocked.
He expected land development to be attractive, but he didn't expect the plots to be sold out so quickly.
Jiang Chen frowned slightly, thinking a bit before continuing, ”Are there any assets available for sale right now? Anywhere works.”
The receptionist was at a loss when she heard his words and gave him a strange look.
”Perhaps. Why don't you go to the market and ask in the consignment exchange?”
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Bulk items and fixed assets were normally sold on consignment at the exchange. The seller normally provided the sale information while storing the related goods or property within the exchange. A buyer with the intent to purchase would then take the information and discuss a price with the seller in a meeting. Once the transaction was completed, the buyer only needed to bring the crystals to the exchange to walk away with the purchased goods.
Jiang Chen held such a sheet of information in his hands with the words, ”Store for sale, price negotiable” written on it.
Jiang Chen paused in front of a building, examining the storefront.
Perhaps to save on electricity, the words ”Fake Legs Specialty Store” were redundantly written out on the electronic board in black ink.
There was a layer of dust on the wooden window, and the rusty door made out of scrapped shells looked worn down. He hesitantly raised his hand, and just as he was about to knock, the door was dragged open.
A small square TV abruptly appeared before him, nearly startling Jiang Chen into pulling out his gun. The metal-plated mouth rapidly opened and closed, stuttering in a squeaky electronic voice, ”Welcome, valued customer! The shop provides mechanical legs and mechanical prosthetic installations with outstanding services for wastelander who accidentally break their limbs!”
He stared at the robot. Its head and body were connected by a spring, and he began to understand why there were no customers.
With such reception, it would be astonishing if a customer did show up.
He pushed the junk robot aside and stepped into the store.
The room was dimly lit, the faint odor of machine oil was in the air. The wall displayed an array of unknown electronic parts and equipment. There was. However, nobody manning the front.
Jiang Chen scanned the room, calling out, ”Ahem, is anyone here?”
No reply.
[No one? Or busy with something else?]
He hesitated briefly before going up the stairs at the back of the store.
The top landing was the attic, and from the open door, he heard mutters and occasional, unsettling explosions.
”Is it a problem with the central processor? No, should be the engine control unit....”
The door and roof were wide open. The room was filled with an odd assortment of equipment, and in the corner was a small telescope beside a full-sensory sky map. In the middle of the room, there was a two-meter-wide space, a cylinder as tall as two people, a pointed head....
”Rocket?!”
The young man who was working with a screwdriver in hand was interrupted by the surprised voice and looked in the direction of the door.
”That's right! It is a rocket!” He threw the screwdriver to the side, rubbed his messy and oily hair, and smiled.
Jiang Chen examined the rocket as tall as two people and burst out laughing.
”Haha, someone finally understands the beauty of my design.” The person clearly misunderstood, his expression excited as he opened his arms towards Jiang Chen.
He smoothly avoided the hug from a man who obviously hadn't showered in a few days. Jiang Chen cleared his throat.
”The purpose of my trip is—”
”Investment right? I know.”
”No, you seemed to have mis—”