I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1425: Return

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The colonial port.

Under the **** of two warships, ten freighters with full containers slowly docked.

In this container, in addition to the canned luncheon meat, instant noodles, and compressed biscuits from the Garden of Eden, there are also some industrial manufactured products from the sixth block. These things will be replaced with sub-crystals, exotic fur, or even blond ocean horses, and shipped back to the sixth block.

Standing on the shore of the port, Han Yue directed the slaves to unload a box of cargo from the ship.

Looking at the slaves who were busy before and after the port, and the grassroots supervisors who heard him give orders and waved his whip, a trace of sorrow appeared on his face.

You said that I, a small security guard at Wanghai City Bank, became the director of the slave department of the Human Resources Department of the North American West Coast Colony in NAC?

Han Yue thought for a long time, but did not want to understand this question. In the end, he could only attribute the answer to luck.

Of all the colonists, only he escaped from the Black Skeleton Gang. Although he was caught by the predators of the Airport Gang, he was lucky enough to meet the marshal of the military government. He just performed well when repairing the airport, and now he is catching up with the surge of slaves in the colony. The former slave chief died in the concentration camp, so he replaced the late chief and took up his current position.

Just as Han Yue looked at the direction of the port, his second hand trot over and respectfully handed a signed document to him.

"Director, today's loading and unloading task has been completed, this is the signature of the port office, please visit."

"Uh," took a look at the document and hurriedly glanced, Han Yue nodded, "I know."

He said, he handed the documents to the secretary standing behind him, and said, "You will go to the Human Resources Department in a moment and give a look to Secretary Wang."

"Yes!" the secretary nodded quickly.

One day's work is so simple, so simple that he can't believe it.

In most cases, he does n’t even have to go to the scene in person. Sitting in the office drinking tea, flipping through the newspapers, waiting for the slaves to finish their work, and sending the documents with the official seal of the employer to the secretary office of the Human Resources Department.

And these trivial matters can be left to the second commander and his secretary to do.

Back at the office, Han Yue burned a pot of boiling water and threw a few tea leaves from the Garden of Eden into the pot. I was just about to open the newspaper to see what was going on in the sixth block, and a call came.

Holding the phone to his ear, Han Yue cleared his throat and pressed the connect button.

"Hello?"

"Me, you Viagra!"

"Viagra!" Han Yue froze a little, and rejoiced, "Zhongwei ?! How are you-"

"My God, Lao Tzu can contact you!" A voice of relief came from the end of the phone, and Song Zhongwei asked with concern, "How is your side? I heard that the colony side Something went wrong, but your phone has never been able to get through. I went to the Colonial Registration Office to get inquiries, and those people didn't give me an explanation. "

"Do n’t mention it, something really happened, but fortunately it has been settled by our marshal." Han Yue smiled bitterly, "The communication that was only recently restored on North America, and my EP was only delivered yesterday It ’s repaired in Chinatown. I ’ve been thinking about when to call you over there, but these days my mind has been messy, so ... ”

"It's all right!" Song Zhongwei laughed, "Your kid still owes me 120 credits and a meal, I will remember it for you."

Han Yue couldn't help smiling when he heard the voice of his friend.

"If you come to North America, I will give you back ten times."

"Yo, okay, your kid is coming out of the hall?" Song Zhongwei wondered.

"Well, it ’s true, the older you are, the more I ’m in the same position, and he is the head of the slave department in the Human Resources Department of the Colony," Han Yue said with a smile. "How are you? I will let you be my second in command. "

"Hold the grass! Have you become the boss every two months?" Song Zhongwei enviously said, "Your kid is too lucky."

In the local administrative system of the military government, the level of director is no small. If nothing else, just saying that one hundred credit points a month and the special supplies every month is enough to envy countless others. Not to mention the shortage of slaves in the Ministry of Human Resources, which has thousands of laborers under its control, and any employer has to be pleased.

Thinking of this, Song Zhongwei couldn't help but sigh.

This colony is called the land of opportunity, and it is not without reason.

In all the rumors about the colony, Han Yue ’s story is not unique, and Song Zhongwei ’s surprise is also not unique.

After the battle of Panama, the survivors alive in the concentration camp were safely returned to the fortress of the outpost by the expeditionary forces. However, for the colony, the trouble was not completely over, and many people died in concentration camps, resulting in a serious shortage of colonial administrative posts.

In order to solve the problem of the paralysis of the administrative system, many small people who were originally unknown are quickly promoted to higher ranks.

It is precisely because of these living examples that the name of the land of opportunity is even more legendary.

And this is Zhou Guoping who made the decision, far from thinking.

It was n’t until a few months later that Zhou Guoping discussed this when he met with leaders of various colonial departments in the face of the immigrant population in the statistics book, and the continuously increasing investment and trade volume.

Of course, these are just words.

......

Even as busy as the port is the military camp under the Order.

A box of munitions that has been packed is being pulled into the airship by the pod with the Tiger II.

The technical data of the NS-90 and F-79 have been parsed, and with all their glory and loot, the Expeditionary Force will return tomorrow.

Jiang Chen sent Lilith back to the present world, and copied the files to the server of the future military industry. The problems of the production line can be solved with industrial-grade 3D printers. This kind of robot soldier controlled by AI, no matter where it is placed in the world, is an outrageous gadget.

As long as a heat-resistant coating is added to the outer shell, it can even be airdropped from low orbit. In some cases, these iron bumps are even better than the orbital airborne brigade of the Star Ring Trade.

Early morning, the moment of departure was finally reached.

Zhou Guoping and all the colonial officials stood at the gate of the military camp and bid farewell to Jiang Chen.

"Hard work here! What will happen next time, remember to report to the Marshal Mansion as soon as possible. Do you always think about making a fortune and making a fortune? "Without too much nonsense, Jiang Chen reached out and patted Zhou Guoping on the shoulder, laughing and scolding.

"You said yes." Zhou Guoping nodded again and again.

There is nothing to explain, and Jiang Chen is not too late to see it. He is about to turn around and leave.

At this moment, a voice came through from the side.

"Stop!"