I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

“The Frankberg People’s Liberation Front announced its support for the exiled government led by former Deputy Prime Minister Evelyn. The leader of the rebel militants, Franz, claimed that 10,000 people have joined their ranks and they will be armed to protest against New Choice Party’s decision for EU integration and the blatant disregard for the interests of the people.”

“Evelyn told the media in exile that the tragedy in the 7th Institute wasn’t an accident. With Peter’s involvement, the country is rotting from the inside. The New Choice Party isn’t the people’s government but a puppet government controlled by corporations. Everyone should stand up and fight against this tyrant…”

Leaning on the sofa, Jiang Chen enjoyed Ayesha’s gentle massage while watching CNN’s report. When he saw the chaotic scene that had erupted at the 7th Institute, he couldn’t stop smiling.

The conceitedness associated with power and fanaticism for the Golden Apple would bring him and his empire into the grave sooner or later. Of course, without the work of Celestial Trade and Russia behind the scenes, the rebel militants wouldn’t have made such great progress.

So far, everything was going as planned.

The scandal might force Peter to step down, but it wouldn’t hurt Carmen Rothschild at all. Before the first shot, Ghost Agents had already investigated that Bava Pharmaceuticals, the parent company of the 7th Research Institute, had no direct equity relationship with the Rothschild Bank, but it was controlled by an overseas shell company. The legal representative had lived abroad for many years and the police couldn’t even find a person, let alone pursue legal actions.

Without any further incidents, after Carmen took this slap to the face, his next step would be to revise the Public Gathering Bill and the Anti-Terrorism Act. This would provide assistance to his own forces to remove the militants from the territory. However, New Choice Party’s support rate, already losing popularity, would fall to the bottom. This would push the already fierce conflicts in the country to a new peak.

“According to the agreement, the militants handed over the captives of the Arrow to us. Our people used Truth-Telling Serum and obtained the location of Arrow’s training base on the Finnish border. We then provided the information to an informant of the Russian Security according to your instructions.”

“Very good. Then it’s up to Russia’s decision.” Jiang Chen grinned.

The pictures on TV were showing the police using tear gas to clear the area. Western reporters seemed to have a soft spot for reporting this scandal. Perhaps a reporter might’ve been hit on the head by a stick, but the TV even showed a few close-ups of the faces of the Frankberg police.

Now the world was waiting for Frankberg to make a decision. But in an interview, Peter, who won the election with his tough and extremely right image, was acting like a disgruntled clown. Other than defaming and denying the rebel’s statement and the opposition’s voice from the country, he couldn’t think of any practical way to put an end to the chaos.

“What about us?” Ayesha asked.

“Us? We don’t have to do anything,” Jiang Chen said.

“Nothing at all?” Ayesha seemed to be confused.

“Nothing needs to be done. Our ghosts only need to hide in the dark, wait for an opportunity to appear, and deal the enemy a fatal blow. Now it’s Russia’s turn to play the game; let them attract firepower first… Of course, we aren’t out of this mess yet. Our two orbital airborne brigades will create a big victory on the Eastern Front and light a fire under their as*.”

Looking at his confident expression, Ayesha smiled and leaned down to kiss his ear. “Go eat now—breakfast is ready, and it will get cold if you don’t eat.”

“Mhmm, I’ll go now.”

Feeling the warmth on his ear, Jiang Chen smiled and kissed her on the cheek. He lifted the remote, turned off the TV, and walked to the kitchen with Ayesha with his hand around her waist.

…

In the afternoon, Jiang Chen returned to the apocalypse and retrieved life necessities for this quarter.

With the development of the NAC, the materials he needed to transport were decreasing. The three Gardens of Eden were enough to support the consumption of survivors in the city, and surplus food was exported elsewhere.

In the past, he mainly transported canned food and compressed crackers. But now, he brought back mostly rare earth metals which were difficult to obtain in the wasteland. Recycling alone couldn’t sustain the consumption of the iron and aluminum mines on Sixth Street.

After Jiang Chen moved the last container into the empty warehouse, he let out a long breath of air. Out of habit, he raised his arm and wiped his forehead before he walked out. The guards at the warehouse saluted, followed behind him, then sat in the military vehicle.

Because a new research institute was built in the backyard of the mansion, the warehouse that was originally used to store the “transported materials” was demolished. Now, the warehouse was placed outside Fishbone Base’s walls due to the ease of transport and the discreetness of the location.

“You’re done already?” With her arms on the steering wheel, Sun Jiao smiled and looked at Jiang Chen who sat in behind her.

Because it was a break, she was wearing clothes that Jiang Chen brought from the modern world. Because her smile was too bright, Jiang Chen had an illusion that the girl in front of him was from a modern world metropolis.

But soon after, the illusion disappeared. Because of Sun Jiao’s uniqueness, even if she wore modern clothes, it would be hard for Jiang Chen to compare her with white-collar workers in the city.

“Are you thinking of something rude?” Sun Jiao’s smile was even brighter, but Jiang Chen shuddered.

“Ahem, absolutely not. Don’t be so suspicious, dear.”

“Then I want you to compliment me, such as saying this dress is very… very well-fitting.” With a smirk, Sun Jiao persisted.

“It’s perfect.”

Jiang Chen didn’t lie as only sincerity was in his pristine gaze.

Sun Jiao blushed and her head that had peeked over slowly shrank back. They had been dating for a long time and already tried countless different positions, but she never was good at dealing with Jiang Chen’s “sweetness”.

Her thumb and index finger fiddled with a strand of her hair. She coughed and hid her shyness in the roaring of the engine.

Driving on the main road on the base, Jiang Chen observed the scenery along the way through his window and casually talked to Sun Jiao about the base.

“Preparing for winter already?”

“The sooner we prepare, the better. Last year’s heavy snow was so memorable.” Looking at the cloudless sky outside the window, Sun Jiao yawned. “The Holy Shield system hasn’t been fixed yet. If nothing surprising pops up, it probably won’t happen this year… Are those people really trustworthy? I always feel they’re too slow. Is it that difficult to repair a shield?”

There was a rare case of good weather today; it was typically hard to see such clear clouds in the wasteland. The rays mixed with hues of yellow and green and the hazy radiation dust were the normal state of the wasteland, along with the zombies and Death Claws among the ruins. But with the establishment of the NAC, they started to disappear.

“It should be very difficult. It wouldn’t benefit them if they chose to be slow. We don’t supply them with free winter supplies, so if they can’t fix it by the end of this year, they will have to freeze in Shangjing.” Jiang Chen laughed.