493 Open the bank to Hang City (1/2)

Chapter 493: Open the bank to Hang City

Translator: _Min_Editor: Rundi

A small head with wet hair peeked out from the door of the bathroom. The big eyes covered with shyness scanned around. After confirming that no one was in the hall, Yao Yao was relieved. Her hands tightly squeezed onto the towel that covered her body and ran toward her room.

Around five minutes later, Jiang Chen walked out from the bathroom feeling refreshed and energized.

He didn't think it was a big deal to walk out together, but Yao Yao insisted leaving separately with a blushed face. When she remembered the look on everyone's face when they walked together, she wanted to bury her head into the ground.

”This… really doesn't hide anything.” Jiang Chen dried his hair with the towel around his shoulder while he muttered to himself.

[I'll go sleep now.]

As he thought, Jiang Chen walked toward his own room.

When he passed by Sun Jiao's room, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Sun Jiao with hair already dried only in a dress shirt was smiling at Jiang Chen.

”Uh, is there something wrong?” Although she looked alluring, Jiang Chen without any bullets left was in ”Saint Mode.” If he accepted Sun Jiao's invitation, it wouldn't be good.

Right now, Sun Xiaorou suddenly hugged him from the back.

”Brother-in-law, why aren't you going in?” With a devil smirk on her face, Sun Xiaorou whispered playfully beside Jiang Chen's ear.

[This little devil…]

With the softness behind his back, Jiang Chen was pushed into the room by Sun Xiaorou.

He felt that if this continued, it would be the death of his body.

…

The next morning.

”Is your body okay?” Han Junhua looked at Jiang Chen feebly walking into the office as her eyebrows raised.

”It's okay.” Jiang Chen didn't look her in the face and sat on his throne.

Han Junhua looked at him speechlessly and spoke after a while.

”… regardless of which perspective, you should be more restrained sometimes.”

Jiang Chen who just sipped tea almost spat it out.

If it were before, Jiang Chen who slept late would choose to sleep till noon and pass on the work for the next day. But the information from Jia City stated that there would be a visitor from Hang City. For his reputation, Jiang Chen had to climb out of bed.

He sat in the office for less than an hour before someone knocked on the door. He fixed his collars and said ”please come in” before a man in a blue suit that was somewhat bleached stepped in under a NAC knight's guidance.

It was a familiar face. Jiang Chen remembered his name was Kong Qian. He led the first contact with Hang's Merchant Alliance.

”Welcome, Mr. Director.” Jiang Chen smiled.

”Hello, Mr. General.” Kong Qian smiled back and added, ”The uncrowned king of Wanghai.”

[The uncrowned king?]

Jiang Chen was pleased with the title as the tip of his mouth carved up.

He warmly welcomed Kong Qian to take a seat and instructed the staff at the community center to serve tea for them. Jiang Chen noticed the director's eyes stared at the tea floating in the cup and made a noticeable gulping gesture.

Kong Qian took a sip as an intoxicated complexion appeared on his face.

”Great tea. If I guessed correctly, it should be West Lake Longjing.”

”Director Kong knows tea too?” Jiang Chen was quite intrigued.

Jiang Chen never sold luxury goods like Longjing and Tieguanying (1) at the Sixth Street; the high-grade stuff was only available in the community center with Blue Mountain coffee and Sri Lanka black tea to improve the quality of life for his officials. If it was Jiang Chen himself, he drank them like water, and everything tasted pretty much the same.

”I drank it before the war and studied tea a little,” Kong Qian smiled, but a regretful expression appeared on his face, ”Unfortunately, the West Lake no longer produces tea.”

The harsh natural environment, the ruthless bandits, the bloodthirsty mutants, and zombies. The tea's anti-radiation trait meant that it could grow on most soils. While the quality may not be comparable to before the war, the difficulty of growing this kind of delicacies was extremely high.

”If Director Kong likes it, I can gift you two packs.” Jiang Chen smiled.

Jiang Chen was pleased that the Hang Merchant Alliance listened to his warning and didn't cause trouble when NAC was attacking the mutated humans. According to their agreement, his soldiers stopped at Jia city and didn't push west.

”Thank you so much.” Kong Qian was ecstatic.

There was nothing else to demonstrate friendship than things that couldn't be bought.