I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Clones certainly exist on the wasteland, but their presence is not welcomed. Especially for the clones “produced” from the fallout shelters; they served as toys. While the phenomenon changed when NAC took office, but people’s natural discrimination against these unnatural born lives could not simply be changed with a decree.

The best case scenario was to separate Lin Lin’s sisters from the survivors and have them taken care of by professional caregivers.

Sun Jiao’s proposal received unconditional support from Lin Lin.

Building a research institute behind the mansion was a compromise. They didn’t live too far away but there was no need to see them every day. Thinking from Lin Lin’s perspective, it would be odd if she saw someone who looked exactly like her every day, Jiang Chen didn’t think he could stand the idea.

In the end, Jiang Chen adopted Sun Jiao’s proposal. The next day, he went to the logistics department to see Lu Huasheng. The decision was to remove the old warehouse behind the mansion and build a new semi-enclosed research institute on the existing foundation that accommodates 2,000 people.

Immediately afterward, Jiang Chen found Wang Qing and ordered her to recruit a group of trustworthy female employees from the Fishbone base or the Sixth Street. The best candidates would be people born in fallout shelters with experience in nursing or caregiving. Jiang Chen ordered them to be on standby in Hongcheng to take home number 0002-2000 Lin Lins from Fallout Shelter T7.

Jiang Chen trusted Wang Qin’s attention to details.

He couldn’t follow every step of this task since, after a few days, he must go back to the modern world to Moscow.

After repeatedly cautioning her on the important details, Jiang Chen left the community center and headed to Jiang Lin’s Aerospace Science and Technology Institute.

When Jiang Chen arrived at the Aerospace Science and Technology Institute, Jiang Lin was out of the office. After speaking with his assistant, he learned that the chief engineer who loved to get hands-on with all projects went to participate in the manufacturing process.

“I’m going to take a look at the warehouse in a bit. This is a couple of boxes of tea as a gift for him.” Jiang Chen handed the bag to his assistant.

While these luxuries were easily accessible to Jiang Chen, it was not so easy for the survivors on the wasteland.

After all, technology was not the solution to everything, especially the luxury goods cultivated by traditional means. Even before the war, natural and pollution-free goods could not be easily purchased.

The assistant quickly took over the bag in Jiang Chen’s hand and expressed his gratitude for his boss. It was not because of the value of the goods, but because it was a gift from the general.

“Sorry for troubling you.”

Jiang Chen smiled and waved his hand and said with ease.

“No problem, it’s on the way.”

Since he didn’t need anything in life anymore, whenever he saw something interesting in the modern world that he couldn’t use, he would purchase the goods and toss them into the storage dimension. Then he would gift them in the apocalypse. While it was a small gesture for him, his subordinates often treated it as a prestigious reward.

After leaving the office, Jiang Chen walked to the warehouse behind the Aerospace Science and Technology Institute.

Different from Celestial Trade in the modern world, the Aerospace Science and Technology Institute was the research institution with the lowest security in Fishbone base. It didn’t even have a lock on the door and anyone could walk in and out… although rarely anyone visited this place.

The difference made sense. Space technology was probably the least valuable technology on this wasteland. All space technology from the 22nd century onwards was based on the development of space elevators. By the current state, it was impractical to build a space elevator on the wasteland.

Including the NAC, most people regarded this institute as a personal hobby of the general, just like the department that specializes in game development, no one really held an optimistic view on the development of space technology. If the chief designer Jiang Lin didn’t occasionally participate in the development of kinetic skeleton technology, the institute’s presence would be completely non-existent.

Jiang Chen was also aware of this issue, but he didn’t intervene.

After all, the technology from the institute was exported to the modern world and had little practical value in the apocalypse.

When Jiang Chen arrived at the warehouse, Jiang Lin with his fellow researchers was busy working in front of a strangely shaped wreck.

He also happened to bump into an acquaintance. Wu Yuezheng from the Beluga Observation Station was standing next to Jiang Lin. He curiously looking at the researchers working on the wreckage with instruments. Because he had nothing to do, he immediately noticed Jiang Chen’s arrival.

“Hey, what brought you here?” Wu Yue’s eyes lit up and immediately greeted him with a warm smile.

Jiang Chen gestured for Jiang Lin to continue with their work before he started to chat with Wu Yue.

“I wanted to ask you the same thing. Why are you not at the Sixth Street waiting for business?”

“Haha, it is the beginning of the spring. The merchants are all rushing to the hinterland. It is the low season for those of us escorting on the ocean. When all the merchants make enough money and it becomes closer to winter, they will consider going to Japan, Korea, or even further.” Wu Yue laughed, then patted the wreckage that resembled some kind of aircraft, “Since I have nothing to do, I brought this thing we found when we were cruising in the Western Pacific. I thought you’d be interested, so I brought it here.”

Jiang Lin tossed down the tools in his hands, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and walked toward Jiang Chen

“The Soaring 07 Engine, the product of Pan Asia Space Group. From the debris on the interface, it should be on the SS Sea Dragon… If I remember correctly, SS Sea Dragon was a transport ship to Mars. You guys are too lucky to have found this.”

“Have you seen it before?” Wu Yue raised an eyebrow and looked at Jiang Lin with interest.

Because of work needs, the two were often in contact with each other and knew some of each other’s backgrounds. For example, Wu Yue knew Jiang Lin was a native of the wasteland, born in the years after the war.

“I have seen it in videos before.” Jiang Lin shrugged.

“This engine… is it used for transportation to Mars?” Jiang Chen walked closer to the engine, intrigued by the wreckage, he knocked on the titanium alloy casing.

Celestial Trade was troubled on how to design a spaceship that can travel to Mars, and Wu Yue brought him a big gift.

“It’s a destroyed engine,” Jiang Lin emphasized. “There is no problem in restoring the technology in this wreckage but building a spacecraft capable of traveling beyond the Moon is not as easy as having an engine.”

It was great to be able to restore the technology. At least now they have a reference on how to build a long-distance transport engine. With this engine, they should be able to design a space colonization ship capable of reaching Mars before the end of 2019.

“Give me a price.” Jiang Chen looked at Wu Yue.

“Same old, we will charge a salvage fee, 20,000 credit points.” Wu Yue smiled.

“Done.” Jiang Chen took out a graphene card from his pocket and brushed it against Wu Yue’s EP. The 20,000 credits were directly sent to the Beluga Observation Station bank account registered by NAC.

Looking at the number jumping in the EP, Wu Yue was so happy he couldn’t close his mouth.

20,000 credit points was a generous foreign exchange income for Beluga Observation Station. The Sixth Street products were in high-demand in Beluga Observation Station, especially the canned beef and canned pork. These couldn’t be grown in the submarine farms. As for steel, aluminum, and even rare earth materials, those were even in higher demand as he must purchase a large number of shipments every quarter.

And that was Jiang Chen’s goal.

He was not afraid of the Beluga Observation Station making money off of him. Only by making money would they try their best to salvage parts for him. These things offered no value other than scrap metal, but in his hands, no amount of canned food and instant noodles could equate to their value.