"Thirst... water..."
I don't know how long she has been in a coma. Xia Yan gradually wakes up and feels hungry. Her throat is dry like a soldering iron.
The arms are heavy as if they were filled with lead.
The hazy vision seemed to be separated by a layer of fog. She tried to get up from the ground, but gave up after a try.
Until her sight fell on the plastic bottles and bags not far away.
She pounced on the plastic bottle, and no matter what liquid was in it, she lifted her head and poured it into her mouth.
Thirst is relieved instantly.
Pour the last drop of water into your mouth, Xia Yan throws away the bottle, and then, like a starving ghost, picks up the plastic package from the ground and tears it open.
Intuition told her that there was food in it!
However, when she saw the dark things inside, her hungry expression was obviously stunned.
What the hell
I smelt it in the past, but it didn't smell.
After some hesitation, Xia Yan finally made up her mind and tasted carefully.
At the moment when the lips and teeth touched, her expression suddenly paused, and then her pupils shook violently.
This!
What does it smell like?
She put the dark things into her mouth and licked her lips even without letting go of the plastic packaging.
At this time, the alloy door in front of me opened.
Xia Yan looked up and saw the man standing at the door.
"Wake up?"
Instinctively, Xia Yan shrank back in fear. She glanced at her clothes and nodded.
"Hmm."
"Is it delicious?"
Although I wanted to show a bit of backbone, I didn't listen to her.
"Delicious..."
Chu Guang smiled faintly.
"Want more?"
"Yes." Xia Yan suddenly nodded.
Satisfied with her answer, Chu Guang nodded.
"What you just ate is called chocolate."
"From today on, you will work for me and do whatever I ask you to do."
"In exchange, I can provide you with safe shelter and food. In addition, if your performance is satisfactory to me, I will give you another piece of that thing."
Xia Yan has never eaten chocolate. I only heard that it was a very popular food before the war, and it was also a pleasure for the upper class of the society in Stonehenge.
"... is that the taste of chocolate?"
The index finger subconsciously touched his lips, and his face was confused with Xia Yan, and his eyes were gradually marked with regret.
Gan!
I should have eaten slowly!
Chu Guang certainly could not guess what she was thinking.
If I knew, I would definitely roll my eyes.
It's just a piece of chocolate
As for?
"Yes," Chu Guang continued, looking at Xia Yan sitting on the ground, "so your answer is?"
"I will."
Xia Yan answered without hesitation, and even had no question about what Chu Guang intended to do.
After all, there was no choice.
If you lose half your leg, even if you return to the Stonehenge, you will end up smelling and rotting in the alleys of the slums.
Like a rotten orange peel.
Nobody cares.
No one wants to die if he can live.
At least I haven't realized this thought.
Xia Yan turns her head, closes her eyes in an appointed way, and whispers.
"Although I haven't tried it, it should be OK. I know what you want... Be gentle."
"What?"
Chu Guang was stunned unconsciously, but after all, he was also an old driver who had raced for so many years. Seeing her expression, he guessed that she wanted to be crooked. He immediately put his face straight and said seriously.
"Madam, please respect yourself. I am seriously discussing work with you now."
If you do this again.
Then I can't be serious.
Hearing Chu Guang's words, Xia Yan was stunned.
What is it?
Doesn't this guy want to give birth to his own children and then bring himself back???
The pupil vibrates violently, and it seems that she has finally distinguished the brain tonic from the reality. Xia Yan's face gradually turns to pig liver color.
Turning her head in disgrace, she stared at the crack in the corner and said fiercely.
"Kill me..."
Chu Guang:
What is it?
……
After spending some time, Chu Guang and Xia Yan on the ground simply explained the situation here.
The game is not popular on the waste land. It will only make the other party dizzy when explained by the concept of player. Chu Guang is too lazy to cast pearls before swine, so she simply speaks in words that she can understand.
"To put it simply, my staff and I intend to establish a survivor settlement on the surface of the earth, expel aliens, accept refugees, and restore order in this area."
After hearing Chuguang's words, Xia Yan looked disapproval.
It takes more confidence to say such unrealistic things.
Restore order?
Over the past two hundred years, countless people have tried this, but none of them has succeeded. Instead, more and more different species and mutants are entrenched in the city, and the survival space of survivors is constantly squeezed. The situation is getting worse every year.
"Do you think restoring order is as simple as building a wall?"
Xia Yan, whose heart was hurt, said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "You really should go to the Stonehenge. There are so many 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?"
"I naturally have my plan," Chu Guang, who did not think about this, calmly looked at her and continued, "I do not intend to achieve this goal in a few months. I know it will be a long battle, and I have made a good decision to pay several generations of sacrifice to complete it."
Be bored.
It's just a setting. Can you let me finish?
Of course, Chu Guang knew that restoring order was not a simple matter. He never thought he was invincible in the world because he had killed several looters and poor ghosts living in the suburbs.
But this is his design.
Or game settings.
At least let the players feel that the NPC is like that.
However, the guy at present apparently heard only the second half of the sentence.
How many generations?
Xia Yan shrinks back nervously.
As expected, I still want to have children.
"Back to the point," Chu Guang coughed softly and continued, "can you assemble firearms and maintain parts?"
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 weapons store."
"What?" Xia Yan was confused and didn't understand what he was saying.
Because when Chu Guang said a word, he did not use the language of this world at all, but the Mandarin of the parallel world.
"The proprietress of the weapons store," Chu Guang stared at her, repeated every word, and then continued, "This is your job. In short, it's selling guns and doing maintenance for guns. If someone asks you what you do, you answer that way."
"Selling guns?" Xia Yanmeng forced him to ask, "To whom?"
"Residents of shelters."
"Ah??" Xia Yan was even more confused. "Aren't those people your men?"
"Yes, but it's a little different from the people you understand," Chu Guang paused and continued
"When the survival crisis is solved and all resources begin to surplus, they need to take the initiative to play their production enthusiasm and consciously go out of the comfort zone to forge ahead. At that time, our settlement will change a set of rules. Food, medicine, weapons and other resources are no longer free."
"Since you are talking about Stonehenge, do you know about chips? In fact, it means the same thing."
Obviously, the woman did not understand what she was saying.
Survivors on the wasteland who have received a little education can become the henchmen of a local rich man again, just like old Charlie who is waiting to die in Bette Street. If you know a skill, you can also find a position in the factory to help big people burn boilers, prepare medicines, and repair power armor.
Only the poor can trade their lives for money.
Just like Ms. Xia in front of me.
Mercenary has never been a bright career in the waste land, but a group of cheap cannon fodder without subsistence allowances and subsidies.
But Chu Guang didn't care.
All he needs is a tool man who can carry out his own orders.
Knowledge? Experience? Quality?
They are all learnable.
After a pause, Chuguang looked at her and said.
"Our people use a little different language than people on the surface. But it's not a big problem. I will teach you some simple lines for daily communication."
"You just have to do what I say."