I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Jiang Chen stayed in Yao Yao’s room with her until 5 o’clock. Soon after, Lin Lin returned from Camp 27 and Sun Jiao and Xiaorou also finished their work and returned home.

The satisfied Yao Yao jumped off of Jiang Chen’s legs. She took the apron from the closet and tied it around her petite body.

“There is delicious steamed fish tonight, Big Brother can look forward to it…”

The little loli with a red hue on her face skipped out the door.

Listening to the cheerful tunes from the corridor, a heartfelt smile appeared on his face.

As he stood up and began to walk to the living room, he bumped into Sun Jiao.

When she saw Jiang Chen, she immediately jumped into his arms and kissed him on the face. Xiaorou with her watery eyes looked at their public displays of affection and giggled while covering her mouth. Lin Lin was the only one who couldn’t stand them. After she bad-mouthed the two, she rolled her eyes and hid into her lab while.

Because Jiang Chen was back, dinner was more lively.

After dinner, Jiang Chen helped Yao Yao and Xiaorou clean up the dishes. Then he went to the third-floor office.

Pushing open the door, Jiang Chen found Sun Jiao standing in front of the window, looking at him with a smile.

“I knew you would come here.”

She walked to him and put her arms around his neck as she gazed into his pupils with longing and unspoken thoughts.

Jiang Chen smoothly closed the door behind him. Then, he kissed her lips with affection and looked into the eyes fixated on him.

“I knew you would be waiting for me here.”

“Now there is no one around.”

“Here?”

“Let’s wait until this evening,” Sun Jiao began to blush as her lips curled. She placed her chin on Jiang Chen’s shoulder and closed her eyes in joy. “Now, I want to be hugged by you like this.”

Leaning against the window of the office, looking at the snow that has almost completely melted, Jiang Chen was feeling the warmth and tenderness in his arms. From the distance, he vaguely heard singing in the quietness.

“People are…singing outside?” Jiang Chen asked casually as he looked out the window.

“The Spring Concert is being held by a large orchestra in the Sixth Street. The performance will continue from 8:00 to 12:00. We can’t hear clearly from here, but if you are interested, we can go to the performance,” Sun Jiao suggested.

“I’ll pass. I’m not really interested in a concert,” Jiang Chen shook his head. “But it is good to hold this kind of an event, especially in peaceful times.”

With resources becoming more and more abundant, the lives of the survivors were also becoming richer. When these people no longer needed to fight in the frontline with guns, they needed to seek some recreations for entertainment. More cultural activities would not only promote social stability but also teach these survivors the concept of civilization.

“There are quite a few female celebrities from before the war. Do you want me to hold a contest for you?” While in Jiang Chen’s arms, Sun Jiao mocked and gently poked at his ribs. “A lot of people are interested in your heroic deeds.”

“I don’t have any heroic deeds.” Jiang Chen coughed and looked away in awkwardness.

Sun Jiao didn’t say anything and simply smiled at him.

As the closest woman to him, she has witnessed everything. The downfall of the mutated humans, the eradication of the mutant flood, the recovery of the city center, the destruction of the runaway artificial intelligence, and the salvation of Hongcheng and Yizhou… each merit alone could make a person’s name known on the wasteland.

And when these achievements are all condensed onto one person, no matter how humble, he is worthy of the hero title.

It was like this for a long time. The stability of NAC never relied on citizenship, but instead relied on the personal prestige of the general.

“Let’s not talk about this, right… Is there any news on the Guardian Sect?”

When Jiang Chen began to mention important matters, Sun Jiao didn’t leave his arms, but she stopped giggling. After thinking for a moment, she replied.

“They sent 50 technicians from Shangjing. They were in charge of maintaining the Holy Shield System before the war. After the war, they also participated in related projects for the space colonization ship.”

Jiang Chen had to interrupt when he heard this.

“Pan-Asia Cooperation didn’t bring these talents with them?”

“The space colonization ship can’t take everyone away, and there is no need to take everyone away. At least, this was Lu Minghui’s explanation,” Sun Jiao briefly explained and returned to the main topic. “At the beginning of last month, we started the maintenance work of the Holy Shield System but repairs of this scale are not an overnight job.”

“When will they be done?” Jiang Chen asked.

Sun Jiao shook her head. “I don’t know. Maybe this year, maybe next year, maybe it will never be repaired… but now, according to the feedback from the engineers on our side, we have not encountered any issues we can’t solve.”

Jiang Chen nodded.

With the arrival of the Little Ice Age, winter will only be longer and more severe than last year. It would be best if they could repair the Holy Shield System before October. But if that was not possible, they must spend more effort on winterization.

To be prepared, before he left last time, he had given Lu Huasheng orders to begin cleaning up Wanghai Metro Line 1. He had set aside a budget to purchase heating facilities, temporary living spaces, and set up necessities production workshops in the metro.

If the living environment of the surface is too severe, at least the civilians of the Sixth Street could spend the winter underground.

“Right. Recently a new fallout Shelter opened in the northern suburbs of Hongcheng. The director of the refugee shelter accepted our proposal and agreed to merge under the banner of NAC, but after accepting the status quo of the surface, he hopes to see you,” Sun Jiao suddenly remembered and mentioned this.

“Oh? Where is he now?” Jiang Chen said.

If he was close, Jiang Chen could go see him. But if he was too far away, he couldn’t see him since he only planned to stay for a short time.

“At the Sixth Street.”

Jiang Chen nodded.

“I am going to see an old friend there tomorrow, let him wait in the parliament building.”

The Blue Skins may not understand the world, perhaps not welcomed by survivors. But for Jiang Chen who hopes to rebuild order on this wasteland, these people are the most precious resources on this wasteland. Even if they are not scientists, even if they are just ordinary people, they are all well-educated and have the order that has long been annihilated in the ruins that belonged to civilization.

The seed of civilization is not germinated by

guns and cannons.

When these people from before the war successfully integrated into this post-war

ociety, perhaps they will bring a precious and unique inspiration to NAC’s path to the future.

Based on this alone, Jiang Chen felt that it was necessary to have a good conversation with the director.