133 Your Eyes Should Grow on Your Own Head (2/2)
”Zhao Gang, take your wife back to the base and join the civil army while waiting for further orders.”
”I understand.”
”Chu Nan, since you're familiar with the helicopter, go purchase whatever's necessary for repairs. Then take her back.” Jiang Chen pointed at Zhou Xiaoxia, who had yet to regain consciousness.
”No problem, but I don't have a single crystal on me.” Chu Nan opened his palms helplessly.
Under Chu Nan's shocked gaze, Jiang Chen grabbed two hundred crystals from his pocket and threw it at him before clapping his hands.
”Okay, get moving.”
The four immediately left, leaving Zhou Guoping at a loss.
Seeing Jiang Chen stay silent, Zhou Guoping stayed true to his servile character and proactively asked with a simpering smile, ”Boss? What about me?”
”I heard that during your time working for the Huizhong Mercenaries, you were stationed in Sixth Street. You must be pretty familiar with the area?” Jiang Chen leaned back, fingers crossed, and smiled decisively at Zhou Guoping.
”Hehe, of course. Boss, what would you like to know?” Zhou Guoping patted his chest confidently.
”Do you know any slave merchants?”
Zhou Guoping immediately nodded and said attentively, ”Yes, yes! There is a slave merchant from Su City in Sixth Street. There are also clones from the 071 survival base, but because of production problems, they must be ordered beforehand. The good thing is that they are all original—”
”What are you thinking about? Whether it's original or not,” Jiang Chen jokingly cursed, ”I'm not planning on doing that.”
”Hehe, boss, if you want, you can have some fun in New Ray Hotel. Once you train the newly produced clones a little, they're exactly like sex dolls....” Zhou Guoping smiled lewdly.
”Okay, I'm talking to you about a serious matter,” Jiang Chen interrupted with a frown.
”Yes, yes!”
”Contact the slave merchant. The base still needs two hundred people. How much should the price be?”
Zhou Guoping thought for a moment. ”If they're ordinary slaves, ten crystals each would be enough. If you're looking at fallout shelter 071's product, then probably twenty crystals. Considering the market at Sixth Street, the population price could double.”
”That's fine. Go ahead and contact them. Transportation is difficult during the winter, so put the order in first and ship them here next year. Try to lower the price as much as you can. It's time to test your ability.”
Zhou Guoping laughed and smacked his chest with confidence. ”Don't worry, Boss! You can count on me.”
Once the population business was taken care of, it was now time to discuss the store's purpose.
”What do you think we should open this store for?” Jiang Chen asked as he scanned the decoration in the store.
Zhou Guoping's eyes rolled a bit, and he scratched his head. ”That's up to what the boss wants. If it's to make money, then a food store would definitely be the best choice.”
Jiang Chen thought for a bit before shaking his head. ”Not a food store. Zhao Chenwu has already taken care of Sixth Street's food business.”
Fishbone Base needed an alliance, and therefore it was necessary to give up part of the profit. From now on, Zhao Chenwu was a genuine partner; maintaining the relationship would bring more profit than opening a food store.
It was especially pointless to use this store to make money. Fishbone Base had nothing attractive to Sixth Street beside food.
Other than crystals, Jiang Chen needed more intelligence.
From the information on the bank, he realized the importance of gathering intelligence. If Zhao Chenwu didn't leak the information to him, the opportunity to make more than one hundred thousand crystals would have slipped through his fingers. Since he did not have any agents here, he had to rely on Zhao Chenwu for all events at this location. It was unwise to entrust his eyes to someone else.
As Fishbone grew, he needed to consider more factors.
”I need you to gather intelligence for me here. Record any information you think valuable. You worked for the Huizhong Mercenaries before, so you should be familiar with this type of work.”
Zhou Guoping smiled self-assuredly, responding immediately with, ”Of course, Boss. I'm great at this sort of thing. When I used to work for the Huizhong Mercenaries, I spent all day in bars and official purchasing centers, recording all of the fat prey and sending the information back. We could open our own bar. There's nothing better in this world than alcohol to make a person spill the truth.”
”Bar?” Jiang Chen paused and looked at him with an odd expression. ”There are bars in the Sixth Street?”
There were no crops to produce the alcohol, so how could there be a bar?
”Hehe, it is processed methanol. Just a small quantity is fine.”
[Industral alcohol is drinkable?!]
[What the fu*k, the alcoholics in the apocalypse go pretty far.]
But speaking of this, he forgot that selling alcohol was an excellent way to make money—perhaps even more popular than food.
”I'll leave the bar to you. Get someone to renovate this place, and send me a message when it's done. Don't worry about the alcohol, I'll take care of it.”
If the alcoholics smelled the scent of beer, wine, and Baijiu, would they barrel down the door of the bar? The more he thought about it, the brighter his smile became.
Although alcohol was scarce in the apocalypse because of the lack of crops, that was nothing in the modern world! Any store had an abundance of it.
Seeing his boss's delighted mood, Zhou Guoping was also secretly happy. His future depended on Jiang Chen; if Jiang Chen was satisfied, then he would be better off.
”Yes, boss!” Zhou Guoping responded and bowed with a flourish.