I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World (Web Novel)

In mid-April, Future Group’s subsidiary was officially incorporated in Wanghai, apocalypse.

The headquarters was ready-made, located in Pudong District, Wanghai, and covered an area of more than 30 mus. The building’s area, including underground areas, totaled 300,000 square meters. It was less than one kilometer from the “Big Crater” stadium in the city center.

This building originally belonged to Walkerman Technology, the former employer of Du Yongkang, who helped Jiang Chen develop online games. It was one of the top tech companies in the Pan-Asia region, similar to the big techs in the modern world.

Although this area was once the focus of nuclear weapons, the main structure of this building was still intact which demonstrated its excellent construction quality. The building could be restored to its original appearance with a little repair, and it was naturally a great choice for Future Group’s subsidiary headquarters.

Most of the survivors that lived in Wanghai did not have any opinion about the incorporation of a subsidiary that they had never heard of. Only a small number of entrepreneurs in Sixth Street like Zhao Chenwu sensed some changes.

But even the people who sensed changes only knew that this subsidiary was an asset under the name of NAC General Jiang Chen. It was just unknown to the public why the company was not registered under the NAC military government, but Sun Xiaorou, the sister of the General’s wife, served as the CEO.

On the first day of the company’s incorporation, Xiaorou devoted herself to the work. Xia Shiyu first transferred 100 engineering robots from Future Heavy Industries as the first batch of “employees”. Immediately after, job postings of Future Development appeared on the Sixth Street.

The basic salary was 60 credits per month for regular employees.

Except for those mercenaries and hunters that made risky money, for ordinary people with an average salary of fewer than 30 credits, the salary was indeed high. Under Xia Shiyu’s guidance, combined with her previous experience as a secretary in the General’s Mansion, Xiaorou learned very quickly and mastered the essentials of running a company.

As for more advanced knowledge, she could learn those through practice. And even if Xiaorou could not manage such a large company, it did not matter much because there were many former executives and chairmen that begged to work for Future Group.

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Although these elites prospered before the war and also enjoyed protection higher than that of the regular people during the war, because of this, in the post-war apocalypse, most of these people’s careers were not promising. Even if Sixth Street, under the leadership of NAC, restored the rudimentary form of a market economy, even if NAC’s “Fallout Shelter Protection Policy” eliminated the need to worry about being killed immediately after they appear on the wasteland, only a few restarted their career. The worst of these people even ended up in the slums and relied on their labor to feed themselves.

As soon as Future Group’s subsidiary posted jobs, the resumes flew over like snowflakes. There were so many that in the end, Sun Xiaorou had to toss a coin to decide which stack of resumes to throw into the garbage.

As the first inter-dimension subsidiary of Future Group, Future Development was born with a golden spoon. While Xiaorou looked for the general manager of Future Development, Jiang Chen had already secured her first contract.

War Chief Duaman of the United African Tribe was the first customer of Future Development.

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The time soon arrived at the end of April, and Chief Zaria’s ship arrived at the port of Wanghai as scheduled, even more than a week earlier than the originally agreed time.

As soon as he got off the ship, he gave Jiang Chen a warm hug at the port.

“The great War Chief Duaman is very satisfied with your gift, and we are willing to form an alliance with you forever,” Chief Zaria said excitedly, “We’ll follow your proposals, twenty million mus are contracted to you. You only need to pay us eight hundred catties of grain! We accept rice, corn, and sugarcane, but we hope you grow corn! Cornmeal is our staple food. And your power armor. Please give us a price, we’ll take every single one of them! I hope you don’t sell it to other tribes. Our price will definitely be higher than theirs. The War Chief’s tribe is definitely the most powerful of all tribes!

Fine.

Originally, Jiang Chen thought he would bargain, but it seemed that he still overestimated their business acumen.

If they planted improved rice, without destroying the fertility of the land, there would be no issue yielding over a thousand catties per mu. But what did chief Zaria say? He actually told him that it was enough to hand in eight hundred catties of grain every year.

Jiang Chen thought that he had heard wrong.

In the tropical region, as long as the irrigation system could keep up, there was no issue for rice to have three harvests per year! The twenty million mus of fertile land was even near Lake Victoria, so there was no need to build complex irrigation facilities at all, and a canal was all they needed.

What else could he say?

Jiang Chen thought that the twenty million mus of land would take them at least a decade to develop. Especially in the least effective slavery system, they would have most develop hundreds of thousands of mus of land.

If Future Development took over the land, it would be an exaggeration to say that they could farm all twenty million mus, but one or two million mus was easily achievable.

It was more than sufficient to feed the one million people in NAC with computerized farming and genetic engineering. The surplus land could even be used to grow cash crops like sugarcane, tobacco, and cocoa, and then shipped back to Asia to make industrial products before they are sold back to Africa.

By solving the food problem, NAC could liberate more labor from mutant fruit farms and mutant-hunting groups, further promote industrialization, produce arms, and ship them to Africa to exchange for more raw materials.

NAC just needed to carefully balance the strengths between the tribes to prevent one from becoming dominant. Once Future Development’s engineering team arrived in Africa, Jiang Chen’s envoys would immediately contact the other tribes and sell the T-3.

As for whether this move would offend War Chief Duaman, Jiang Chen didn’t care at all.

United African Tribes respected strength and power. If War Chief Duaman was foolish enough to break off the relationship with the arms dealer, NAC could easily export a large number of arms to another tribe to weaken the influence of War Chief Duaman.

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“By the way, how do you plan to sell those T-3 power armors?” Chief Zaria looked at Jiang Chen eagerly, and couldn’t wait to ask his most concerned question, “We are willing to trade food. Or you can directly use power armor instead of food to pay.”

“A T-3 power armor’s price is 200,000 credits in Sixth Street.”

Although there were still many private military factories in the production of power armor accessories, the final assembly and the production of advanced and improved parts had long been controlled by the military government. Jiang Chen directly quoted a price more than ten times without hesitation.

After Chief Zaria heard Jiang Chen’s offer, he immediately calculated in his mind and joy surfaced.

One kilogram of cornmeal could be exchanged for about three credits, and 200,000 credits were about 67 tons of cornmeal. Using 67 tons of cornmeal to exchange for a power armor was a great deal even if he had to think with his toes!