"Thirst... water..."
After being unconscious for an unknown period of time, Xia Yan gradually woke up and felt extremely hungry. Her throat was dry as if a piece of iron was inserted into it.
Her arms felt heavy as if they were filled with lead.
Her blurred vision seemed to be separated by a layer of fog. She tried to get up from the ground, but gave up after trying for a while.
Until her sight fell on the plastic bottle and packaging bag not far away.
She pounced on it and grabbed the plastic bottle. Regardless of what liquid was in it, she raised her head and poured it into her mouth.
Her thirst was instantly relieved.
She poured the last drop of water into her mouth, threw away the bottle, and then picked up the plastic packaging from the ground and tore it open like a starving ghost.
Her intuition told her that there was food in it!
However, when she saw the black thing inside, her hungry expression was obviously stunned for a moment.
What is this...
I got closer and smelled it, but it didn't stink.
After some hesitation, Xia Yan finally made up her mind and took a careful bite.
And at the moment when her lips and teeth touched, her expression suddenly paused, and then her pupils shook violently.
This!
What is this smell!
She stuffed the black thing into her mouth all at once, and licked her lips after eating it completely. She even turned over the plastic packaging and licked it.
At this time, the alloy door in front of her opened.
Xia Yan raised her head and saw the man standing at the door.
"Awake?"
She instinctively shrank back in fear, glanced at her clothes, and nodded her head.
"Hmm."
"Is it delicious?"
Although she wanted to be more courageous, her mouth didn't listen to her.
"It's delicious..."
Chu Guang smiled faintly.
"Do you want more?"
"Yes." Xia Yan nodded fiercely.
Very satisfied with her answer, Chu Guang nodded.
"What you just ate is called chocolate."
"From today on, you work for me, and you do whatever I tell you to do."
"In exchange, I can provide you with a safe place to live and food. In addition, if your performance satisfies me, I will give you another piece of that thing just now."
Xia Yan had never eaten chocolate before. She only heard that it was a very popular food before the war, and it was also a luxury for the upper class in Boulder City.
"...Is this the taste of chocolate?"
Subconsciously, Xia Yan touched her lips with her index finger, and regret gradually appeared in her eyes.
Fuck!
I should have eaten slower!
Chu Guang certainly couldn't guess what she was thinking.
If he knew, he would definitely roll his eyes.
It's just a piece of chocolate...
Is that so?
"Yes," Chu Guang continued, looking at Xia Yan sitting on the ground, "So what is your answer?"
"I do."
Xia Yan answered without hesitation, and she didn't even care what Chu Guang was going to let her do.
After all, there was no choice.
Even if she returned to Boulder City after losing half of her leg, the final outcome would be nothing more than rotting in the alleys of the slums.
Like a rotten orange peel.
No one would care at all.
No one wants to die if they can live.
At least I don't have this ideological awareness yet.
Xia Yan turned her head, closed her eyes and whispered.
"Although, although I haven't tried it, it should be fine. I know what you want...be gentle."
"What?"
Chu Guang was stunned subconsciously, but after all, he was an old driver who had been racing for so many years. He guessed that she was thinking wrongly by looking at her expression, and immediately put on a serious face and said.
"Madam, please respect yourself. I am discussing work issues with you seriously now."
If you do this again.
Then I can't be serious.
Hearing Chu Guang's words, Xia Yan was also stunned.
What the hell?
Didn't this guy kidnap me back because he wanted me to have a baby? ? ?
Her pupils trembled violently, as if she had finally distinguished between imagination and reality, and Xia Yan's face gradually turned the color of liver.
Turning her head away in shame, she stared at the crack in the corner and said fiercely.
"Kill me..."
Chu Guang: "???"
What the hell?
...
After spending some time, Chu Guang and Xia Yan, who was lying on the ground, briefly explained the situation here.
Games are not popular in the wasteland, and using the concept of players to explain will only confuse the other party. Chu Guang was too lazy to talk to a cow, so he simply explained it in words that she could understand.
"In short, my men and I plan to build a survivor settlement on the surface, expel alien species, accommodate refugees, and restore order in this area."
After hearing Chu Guang's words, Xia Yan looked disapproving.
How confident do you have to be to say such unrealistic words.
Restore order?
Countless people have tried this in the past two hundred years, but no one has succeeded. Instead, there are more and more alien species and mutants entrenched in the city, and the living space of the survivors is constantly squeezed, and the situation is getting worse year by year.
"Do you think restoring order is as simple as building a wall?"
Xia Yan, whose heart was hurt, said with a slightly sarcastic tone, "You really should go to Boulder City to have a look. There are countless people who are stronger than you. Even they can only wander around the edge of the Third Ring Road. What do you think you can do?"
"Of course I have my plan," Chu Guang, who had not thought about such things, looked at her calmly and continued, "I don't plan to achieve this goal in a few months. I know that this will be a protracted battle, and I am also ready to sacrifice several generations to complete it."
Is it annoying?
It's just a setting. Can you let me finish what I said?
Chu Guang certainly knew that restoring order was not something that could be accomplished with a simple sentence, and he never arrogantly thought that he was invincible just because he killed a few poor marauders living in the suburbs.
But this was his character setting.
Or the game setting.
At least the players had to feel that this NPC was real.
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, she still had to have a baby.
"Back to the topic," Chu Guang coughed lightly and continued, "You can assemble guns, right? And do maintenance on parts and so on."
Xia Yan nodded.
"Yes, this is the basic skill."
"Very good," Chu Guang nodded, and continued, "From now on, you are the owner of the weapon shop."
"What?" Xia Yan was confused and didn't understand what he was saying.
Because when Chu Guang said a certain word, he didn't use the language of this world at all, but the Mandarin of the parallel world.
"The owner of the weapons store," Chu Guang stared at her and repeated it word by word, then continued, "This is your job position. Simply put, it is to sell guns and maintain them. If someone asks you what you do, just answer like this."
"Sell guns?" Xia Yan asked in confusion, "Who do you sell them to?"
"Residents of the shelter."
"Ah???" Xia Yan was even more confused, "Aren't those people your subordinates?"
"Yes, but they are a little different from your understanding of subordinates," Chu Guang paused and continued, "Simply put, we have just come out of the ground and need to concentrate our efforts on major tasks. In addition, materials are scarce, so we are temporarily implementing a planned economy, and everyone works together and eats together around the big pot."
"Once the survival crisis is resolved and resources begin to be in surplus, they will need to take the initiative to exert their enthusiasm for production and consciously step out of their comfort zone to forge ahead. At that time, our settlement will change a set of rules. For example, food, medicine, weapons, and other resources will no longer be free."
"Since you mentioned Boulder City, you should know about chips, right? It's the same thing."
Obviously, the woman didn't understand what she was saying.
The survivors in the wasteland, as long as they have received some education, can once again become the lackeys of the local rich, just like old Charlie who eats and waits for death in Beth Street. If they have a skill, they can also find a job in the factory to help the big guys burn boilers, prepare medicines, and repair power armor.
Only poor people will do business that exchanges their lives for money.
Just like the lady Xia in front of us.
In the wasteland, mercenaries have never been a glamorous profession, but just a group of cheap cannon fodder without subsistence allowances and subsidies.
But Chu Guang didn't care.
All he needed was a tool who could execute his orders.
Knowledge? Experience? Quality?
All can be learned.
After a pause, Chu Guang looked at her and said.
"The language used by our people is a little different from that of the people on the surface. But it's not a big problem. I will teach you a few simple lines for daily communication."
"You just need to do what I say."