Identification: Fishbone Food Corporation Representative, Jiang Chen
Time of Stay: July 9th to 14th.>
Jiang Chen’s information was presented in front of someone.
“Fishbone Food Corporation? Jiang Chen? Very compelling.” A middle-aged man with a bowl cut leaned against the office chair. Under his thick eyebrows was a pair of hawk-sharp eyes.
“Do you want to get in contact with him, boss?” The a.s.sistant in uniform pushed up her gla.s.ses. As Zhao Chenwu’s a.s.sistant, she was not only critical to his work, she also acted at his bodyguard and occasionally helped to alleviate his needs at times of desire.
Zhao Chenwu, Group of Ten Council Member. He controlled 13% of the military strength within the inner circle. He was the owner of two firearm factories, one pharmaceutical company, along with an array of fixed a.s.sets in the inner circle. He was also known as the president of the Sixth Street’s renowned Zhao Corporation.
“There is no rush, let’s look at the situation more closely.” A grin appeared on Zhao Chenwu’s face. He was uncertain about the intention of this young man.
Food Corporation? Where can you even find a piece of arable land on the wasteland? Even if it were through soilless culture, the vegetable produced would be in odd shapes due to the radiation, and it could even be poisonous. The soil culture also existed at the Sixth Street, but most of the produce were not edible. The taste of the remainder produce was not fresh either. With exaggeration, if you planted a watermelon, it could grow into a bean for you.
There was no doubt that the technology existed outside of w.a.n.ghai City where it was possible to grow to produce on the wasteland. The rarity along with the high cost resulted in the limitedness of the technology. Could it be a simulated ecosystem? He also heard about the technology before. Although the advancement of technology was far superior before the war, everyone’s current focus on innovation was extremely skewed.
As the controlling shareholder of the Heaven Island hotel, he encountered many representatives at the Sixth Street before. It was his first time hearing about the existence of a food corporation.
There was never a shortage of mutant beef. Just ordinary people couldn’t afford it.
Zhao Chenwu shook his head and placed this report away. He looked at the clock and felt a sense of hunger. He asked his a.s.sistant, “Is lunch ready?”
“Yes, my boss. Do I need to confirm that today’s lunch is curry chicken?” The a.s.sistant said in a professional tone.
After she had received Zhao Chenwu’s acknowledgment, she left the room. She then came back momentarily with a plate of steamy curry chicken.
The unique aroma of curry chicken made Zhao Chenwu’s saliva form at a rapid rate. Without any consideration for his composure, he devoured the meal. The a.s.sistant also swallowed as she saw how much her boss was enjoying the meal. She knew better that there was none for her.
The total cost of the curry chicken was 20 crystals, which was equivalent to two night of stay at the hotel.
The price was not even the problem; it was the fact that you couldn’t buy it with money.
The outer circle’s exchange office purchased 20 cans weeks ago. They sold each can with a price of 60 crystals to the influential individuals in the inner circle. Zhao Chenwu used his position as the Group of Ten Council member to get his hands on one of them. The good thing was that the office didn’t auction the canned food or the price would be significantly higher.
He divided this one can into three separate servings to enjoy.
Zhao Chenwu investigated the whereabouts of the person who sold the cans. He heard that as soon as they left the gate, the Hui Zhong mercenaries went after them. No one knew if they were still dead or alive. When Zhao Chenwu heard this information, he was so angry that he almost broke the table and cursed the generations of Hui Zhong Mercenaries. He almost sent out his private forces to teach those fools a lesson. However, he resisted the temptation due to his position of power as the mercenaries didn’t break any rules within the Sixth Street. If he did anything, he would have broken the rule of the game.
The last piece of the precious curry chicken went into his stomach as he savored the taste. He shook head as he threw the fantasy about curry chicken into the back of his mind. Although he was curious about the taste of sauteed beef his friend Sir Ding bought, he must have finished already as well.
He had a business to run after all. The food was only a small part of his life. He took over a stack of doc.u.ments and began reading the operation status of his company.
At the same time, he glanced at the information relating to the hotel guest; he felt a sudden familiarity with the name.
[Hmm, why is the name Jiang Chen so familiar? Where did I see it before?]
If Jiang Chen knew that the canned food he sold to the exchange office was split into three servings by the big bosses within the inner circle, he would be hysterical.
Right now, Jiang Chen was pleasantly enjoying his stay.
He was the only one in the entire mansion. Despite the suppressed feeling cast by the radiation cloud and ray of mutated suns.h.i.+ne, which made it difficult for him to enjoy the holiday, he was quite satisfied by the facilities within the mansion.
Such as the relaxation chamber. When Jiang Chen lied inside, it felt as if his entire body was covered in jelly.
The view was not as beautiful as the Sheraton in Sanya, but the technology sure made up for it. [Why do we need nature when we have technology.]
Jiang Chen who stepped out of the relaxation chamber felt every pore on his body was exfoliated. The cleanliness was substantially higher compared to taking a shower. It even removed dust at the micro level.
[Should I bring one back?] Jiang Chen touched his chin as he thought about this question. He absolutely loved this.
He casually grabbed a bathrobe to cover himself and ran to other amenities to enjoy them.
The ping pong robot was designed for wealthy people who had no opportunity to exercise. He abandoned his racquet the second he realized he couldn’t beat the robot.
He was interested in the full-sensory movie theater.
The 7 Dimensional movie, that theaters praised in the modern world, was nothing compared to this.
He put on the helmet and strapped himself into the soft chair. The surreal feeling made it feel as if it was the reality. He was shocked to find out that he was standing in the middle of New York. Jiang Chen felt the breeze lightly caress across his face as he watched a battle between cops and thugs. He could even experience everything through the protagonist’s view. It was as if he was fighting himself. He could feel the screeching bullet and experience the pain himself. He just couldn’t control the protagonist’s movement.
The thrilled Jiang Chen left the theater and returned to his room.