I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

“Clearwater Nuclear Power Plant?” Mole’s eyes narrowed.

“Is there a problem?” asked Jiang Chen.

“Of course not.” Upon hiring his employer’s problems, Mole immediately shook his head and smiled slyly. “Respecting the privacy of customers is the foundation of our industry, but I have to remind you that it isn’t an interesting place.”

Mole’s statement made Jiang Chen grin.

“What’s there?”

“Rumors, just rumors.” He paused for a moment. Mole built enough suspense and pointed up with one finger. “10 crystals.”

Jiang Chen’s eyebrows furrowed and Chen Guangning stood up immediately while slamming on the table.

“You’re ripping him off—”

Jiang Chen raised his hand and stopped Chen Guangning, who was about to argue. He threw out a thumb-sized crystal and tossed it on the table. The pupils of Mole immediately dilated then contracted. He didn’t see where the crystal came from.

Looking at Jiang Chen’s eyes again, he couldn’t help but feel cautious.

“Thank you, boss.” With a sly laugh, Mole took his hands out from his sleeve and picked up the dark green crystal on the table.

Being in a shady business for so long, he didn’t need a detector. As soon as he rubbed the crystal, he could estimate the energy inside the crystal.

Since he received payment, it was natural to do business. The mole turned and walked into the darkened apartment. It didn’t take long before he took out a map that looked quite similar to a tourist brochure.

Spreading the map on the tabletop, his withered fingers crossed several streets along the main road in the center of the city, eventually stopping in the middle of the forest between Taipei and the Northern Expeditionary Fortress. He tapped on a spot that read Datun Mountain.

“It’s here.”

“Datun Natural Park?” Jiang Chen gently raised his eyebrows and looked at the mole.

After reading the mistrust in Jiang Chen’s eyes, Mole smiled. He wrinkles on his face squeezed together. “I know you may have questions such as how a natural park and nuclear power plant is linked. You can think about why Clearwater Nuclear Power Plant survived the nuclear war.”

Jiang Chen leaned on the couch and glanced out the window at the rain. With no indication of stopping, he casually said:

“I didn’t spend this much time with you to play riddles. You might as well tell me directly.”

The mole shrugged his shoulders and stopped being indirect. He met his hirer’s request.

“The Clearwater Nuclear Power Plant is equipped with a plutonium-refining plant and about 100 tons of solid-state plutonium used as a strategic reserve for PAC, and their specific coordinates are kept as confidential Class A. It’s precisely because of this that the brand new nuclear power plant survived NATO’s nuclear missiles, but for me, this isn’t a secret. The administrator password is written on the back of this map, and the entrance is at Datun Natural Park.”

“You haven’t told me what’s there,” Jiang Chen said.

“I almost forgot.” The mole slapped his head and smiled. Then he said, “Hundreds of tons of plutonium and an undamaged nuclear power plant – it’s not just you guys who paid attention to these things. Two years ago, the ruler of this town also got the idea to restart Clearwater. After all, it was hundreds of tons of plutonium. It would be enough to last this town hundreds of years. However, the result was that none of the 100 people who went ended up coming back.”

While Mole explained, he smile was sly, and his smile was full of indescribable cruelty.

“What exactly is there?” Jiang Chen asked.

“Perhaps Mud Crabs, perhaps a guardian machine used at the nuclear power station, maybe something else. No one came back alive, nor did anyone collect the bodies of those unlucky bastards. If you’re curious, you might as well ask the mayor of Town No. 79, but he’s probably already hiding in the fallout shelter,” said the mole.

Mole had already provided all the information he had.

Putting the map in his pocket, Jiang Chen stood up from the couch.

But before leaving, he looked at the mole and asked one last question.

“My last question is how do you know all of this?”

“Me?” Mole laughed. “Inquiring about privacy isn’t a good habit.”

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow and said with a smile:

“As long as the price is right – that’s what you said.”

Mole still held up a finger.

“Ten crystals?” Jiang Chen laughed.

“One hundred,” Mole said emotionlessly.

As soon as his voice faded, a baby fist-sized crystal was thrown on the table. Mole’s pupils contracted. This time, he still didn’t notice Jiang Chen’s movements, but he wasn’t too bothered anymore. All his attention was captured by that crystal.

The dark green sheen was like a pearl in a darkened room; even Chen Guangning, who was standing by the side, gulped.

Greed gradually faded from his pupils, and the mole shifted his gaze back without reaching for the crystal. Instead, he focused on Jiang Chen. His intention had been to make the problematic employer back off, but he didn’t expect that the rich employer would really offer up one hundred crystals.

He now knew why Chen Guangning didn’t hide in the fallout shelter or board the ship but worked for the man in the raincoat instead. One hundred crystals thrown like a rock without the blink of an eye – this man definitely wasn’t just rich.

“What’s the matter? Are you talking about 100 blood crystals?” As his fingers tapped on the sofa armrests, Jiang Chen grinned.

Mole shook his head and remained silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth.

“This isn’t a secret for a former PAC Class A intelligence personnel.”

Pan Asia Cooperation Class A intelligence personnel? Jiang Chen’s pupil enlarged slightly, intrigued by his response.

[If he was a PAC intelligence personnel, then Yizhou Island has no secrets for him.]

Jiang Chen took a look at Chen Guangning and read similar surprise from his pupils from the remaining scattered light. Obviously, he didn’t associate “Mole” with the former intelligence personnel – he just used him as a simple intelligence dealer.

“Then, former Pan-Asian Cooperation intelligence personnel, are you interested in working for me?” Jiang Chen said with a smile.

Mole glanced at Jiang Chen and didn’t immediately answer, but he said cautiously.

“I will consider it.”

Jiang Chen wasn’t too surprised at Mole’s answer. NAC might not be better-known than the distant Northern Alliance Area to the local people living on Yizhou, Chen Guangning aside.

It would be good for NAC if the former regime’s intelligence personnel worked for him. But if not, there would be no loss.

So Jiang Chen also just smiled and said casually:

“If you agree, you can come to Expedition Fortress to see me.”

Leaving the mole with this sentence, Jiang Chen left this dark room with Chen Guangning and Lin Lin, who had long wanted to leave.

Standing in the doorway of the broken shack, Mole watched the three people disappearing in the rainy alley. It wasn’t until long after they left that he turned around and went into the dark house.