Chapter 42 Please respect yourself!

Thirsty...water...

I don’t know how long I was in a coma, but Xia Yan, who was gradually waking up, felt so hungry that he felt very hungry, and his throat was as dry as if a soldering iron was inserted.

The arms were as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

The hazy vision seemed to be separated by a layer of fog. She tried hard to get up from the ground, but after trying it, she gave up.

Until her eyes fell on the plastic bottles and packaging bags not far away.

He rushed over and Xia Yan grabbed the plastic bottle, regardless of the liquid inside, and raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

Thirst relieves instantly.

Pour the last drop of water into your mouth, Xia Yan threw away the bottle, and then picked up the plastic packaging from the ground like a starving ghost and teared it open.

Intuition tells her that there is food in it!

However, when she saw the black and dirty thing inside, her hungry expression was obviously stunned.

What's this...

I approached and smelled it, but it didn't smell bad.

After some hesitation, Xia Yan finally made up his mind and took a careful taste.

And the moment her lips and teeth touched each other, her expression paused suddenly, and then her pupils vibrated violently.

this!

What does this taste like!

She stuffed the black and dirty thing into her mouth. Xia Yan, who had completely eaten it, licked her lips with uneasy feelings, and even didn't let go of the plastic packaging. She turned it over and slid around.

At this time, the alloy door in front of him opened.

Xia Yan raised his head and saw the man standing at the door.

woke up?

Instinctively shrank back with fear, Xia Yan hurriedly glanced at his clothes and nodded with his head.

Um.

Is it delicious?

Although I want to show a little backbone, I don’t listen to her.

tasty……

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

Do you still want it?

think.Xia Yan nodded suddenly.

Very satisfied with her answer, Chu Guang nodded.

What you just ate is called chocolate.

Starting today, you work for me and you can do whatever I ask you to do.

In exchange, I can provide you with safe shelter and food.Also, if your performance satisfies me, I will give you another piece of the thing just now.

Xia Yan had never eaten chocolate before. I only heard that this was a very popular food before the war and was also a pleasure in the upper class of the Rock City.

...Is this the taste of chocolate?

The index finger subconsciously touched his lips, and Xia Yan, who was confused, gradually showed regret in his eyes.

Damn it!

I would have eaten slowly if I had known!

Of course, Chu Guang could not guess what she was thinking.

If I knew, I would definitely roll my eyes.

Just a piece of chocolate...

As for it?

Yes, looking at Xia Yan sitting on the ground, Chu Guang continued, so your answer is?

I do.

Xia Yan answered without hesitation, and there was no problem with what Chu Guang planned to do.

After all, there was no choice.

Even if I lost half of my legs, even if I returned to the Rock City, the final outcome would be nothing more than stinking and rotting in the alleys of the slums.

Like a rotten orange peel.

No one cares at all.

If you can live, naturally no one is willing to die.

At least I don’t have this ideological awareness yet.

Xia Yan turned his head, closed his eyes appointedly, and whispered.

Although, although I haven't tried it, it should be fine.I know what you want...be gentle.

What?

Chu Guang was subconsciously stunned, but after all, he was also an old driver who had been racing for so many years. Seeing her expression, he guessed that she had thought wrongly, and immediately put his face on his face and said seriously.

This lady, please respect yourself. I am discussing work issues with you very seriously now.

If you do this again.

Then I can't be serious.

Xia Yan was also stunned when he heard Chu Guang's words.

What's the thing?

Didn’t this guy capture himself back if he wanted to have a baby???

The pupils vibrated violently, as if they finally distinguished the brain and reality. Xia Yan's face gradually turned into pig liver color.

Turning her head in shame, she stared at the cracks in the corner of the wall and said fiercely.

Kill me...

Chu Guang: ???

What's the thing?

……

After spending some time, Chu Guang and Xia Yan lying on the ground briefly explained the situation here.

Games are not popular in wasteland. Using the concept of players to explain them will only make the other party dizzy. Chu Guang is too lazy to play the piano against the cow, so he simply uses words she can understand.

Simply put, my men and I plan to establish a survivor settlement on the surface, expel alien species, shelter refugees, and restore order in this area.

After hearing Chu Guang's words, Xia Yan looked dissatisfied.

You have to be so confident that you can say such unrealistic things.

Restore order?

Countless people have tried this in the past two hundred years, but none of them succeeded. Instead, there are more and more alien species entrenched in the city, more and more mutants, and the living space of survivors is constantly squeezed, and the situation is getting worse every year.

Do you think restoring order is as simple as building a wall?

Xia Yan, whose mind was hurt, had a slightly sarcastic tone. You really should go to the Rock City to see. There are countless people who are stronger than you, and even they can only linger on the edge of the Third Ring Road. What do you think you can do?

I naturally have my plan. Chu Guang, who had never thought about such a thing, looked at her calmly and continued, "I don't plan to achieve this goal in a few months. I know very well that this will be a protracted battle, and I have also made up my mind to sacrifice several generations to achieve it."

Is it annoying?

It's just a setting. Can you let me finish it?

Of course, Chu Guang knew that restoration of order could not be done in a simple sentence, and he never arrogantly thought that he was invincible in the world just because he killed a few poor plunderers living in the remote suburbs.

But this is his character.

Or game settings.

At least it has to make players feel like this NPC is like that.

However, the guy in front of him obviously only heard the second half of the sentence.

How many generations?

Xia Yan shrank back nervously.

As expected, do you still have to have a baby?

Back to the topic, Chu Guang coughed gently and continued, "You can assemble the guns, right?"And maintenance of parts.

Xia Yan nodded.

Yes, this is the basic skill.

Very good, Chu Guang nodded and continued, from now on, you will be the owner of the weapon store.

What?Xia Yan looked confused and didn't understand what he was saying.

Because when Chu Guang spoke a certain word, he did not use the language of this world at all, but Mandarin in parallel worlds.

The owner of the weapon store, Chu Guang stared at her, repeated word by word, and then continued, this is your job, in short, selling firearms and maintaining guns.Someone asked you what you do, and you just answered.

Selling guns?Xia Yan asked in a daze, who should I sell it to?

Residents of shelter.

Ah???Xia Yan was even more confused. Are those people not your subordinates?

Yes, but it is a little different from the subordinates you understand. Chu Guang paused and continued, simply put, we have just emerged from the ground and need to concentrate on major tasks, and there is a shortage of supplies, so we temporarily implement a planned economy, and we work together and eat together in a big pot.

When the survival crisis is resolved and all resources begin to surpluse, they need to actively exert their production enthusiasm and consciously step out of their comfort zone and make progress. At that time, our settlement will change a set of rules.Food, medicine, weapons, and other resources are no longer free.

Since you talk about the Rock City, you should know what kind of chips are like?Actually, it means the same thing.

Obviously this woman didn't understand what she was saying.

Survivors on the wasteland, who have received some education, can be the only one who can be a rich man again, just like old Charlie who is eating and waiting to die on Bate Street.

If you know a skill, you can also find a position in the factory, helping the big guys burn boilers, dispense medicines, and repair power armor.

Only the poor can trade their lives for money.

Just like the Ms. Xia in front of you.

In the wasteland, mercenaries have never been a glamorous profession, they are just a group of cheap cannon fodder without subsidies and allowances.

But Chu Guang didn't care either.

All he needs is a tool person who can execute his own commands.

Knowledge?experience?quality?

All can be learned.

After a pause, Chu Guang looked at her and said.

The language we use is a little different from that of people on the ground.But the problem is not big. I will teach you a few simple lines for daily communication.

You just need to do what I said.