I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

“This is a document sent by the Nobel Committee. This is sent by the International Biological Certification Alliance,” As Zhang Yapin went through the pile, he picked up some of the letters from the stack of files on the table and pulled them aside. “…and these.”

“My assistant will pick up these documents after.” Jiang Chen looked at the documents with disdain. Afraid of trouble, he didn’t flip through them. “Today I’m here not to deal with these troublesome trifles.”

“What else?” Zhang Yaping put his hand on his head, visibly annoyed, feeling a headache.

“Well, something else,” said Jiang Chen as he took out an envelope from his suit and put it on the table. With a reserved smile, he said, “Looks like I have to trouble you again.”

Looking at the two dark circles on his eyes, Jiang Chen, who continued to trouble others, was rather embarrassed and felt guilty.

“It’s okay. I’m used to it.” Zhang Yaping sighed and picked up the letter. He scanned through the lines and he began to look intrigued. “New TransAsia Economic and Trade Cooperation Organization? I remember Asia has an ASEAN. There is also a Wanghai Economic Cooperation Organization. Why do we have to set up a separate one?”

“Because our influence is growing. If New TransAsia Economic and Trade Cooperation Organization are established, we can draw at least three members. That is, Moro, Malaysia, and Country F.” Jiang Chen smiled and called out a map from his watch to draw a red circle on the map of Asia. “Compared with ASEAN, New TransAsia will focus more on economic cooperation. We will work together in international trade, labor and environment, intellectual property rights, tariffs, and other issues.”

As long as they exerted enough influence in the economy, influencing other areas wouldn’t be too far away.

“We already have three partners. How many countries will join next will have to rely on your diplomatic means,” Jiang Chen said to Zhang Yaping.

“Diplomacy…?” Zhang Yaping pushed up his glasses and thought for a moment. “The key point is what can we offer as a bargaining chip to convince other Asian countries to join New TransAsia that we have established? If it is just an unfulfilled promise, even the most clever diplomat will not achieve any results.”

“There are two chips; technology, and the Xin Reserve,” Jiang Chen said with confidence.

“Technology? Xin Reserve?” Zhang Yaping frowned and repeated in confusion.

“Our neighboring countries have abundant natural resources and labor resources, but their technologies are generally lagging behind. I believe that with the use of technology as bait, they definitely will be tempted.” Jiang Chen smiled. “So, we can use this as the entry point, persuade them to join our New TransAsia.”

“Will you take out the technology and share it with them?” Zhang Yaping looked at Jiang Chen without a word. He was very clear about the extent to which the Future Group’s secrecy on technology was achieved.

“On a limited level,” Jiang Chen said with a smile. “Take this for example, with growing demand and wider application of graphene materials, the production capability of New Malaysia Special District is absolutely not enough to meet the demand. We can share technology that is not sensitive, and then use their labor force to earn profits for us, while focusing on higher-level interests…”

“What about the Xin Reserve?”

“The Xin Reserve can provide investment for members of the New TransAsia,” said Jiang Chen.

“…I remember that the Xin Reserve’s main funding comes from Future Bank. Do you have that much money? This kind of investment at the national level will not just be in the range of 10 to 20 billion,” Zhang Yaping questioned.

“We may only have 10 to 20 billion now, but it doesn’t mean that we will only have this much next year. Imagine the sky above us. The resources there are unlimited. By next year, I promise you, whether it’s the Dollar or the Yuan, they will all become a figure for Future Group.” Jiang Chen explained with confidence.

Looking at the confident smile on his face, Zhang Yaping shrugged, said nothing, and put away the letter.

“Well, since you’ve said that, then… I’ll probably be able to arrange some time next week. The first stop will be Malaysia.”

“There is no rush at all even if you visited at the end of the year. I am looking forward to hearing good news from you.” Jiang Chen smiled and got up. “What we are willing to give if they cooperate is in that letter. You and your advisor should discuss it and draft a plan.”

“I thought you would put a specific plan on my desk,” Zhang Yaping said while feeling speechless.

Although he had predicted that Jiang Chen would certainly toss the burden on him, he never thought that the New TransAsia proposed by this guy didn’t even have a specific implementation plan. It was not wiping his butt for him, it was sh*tting for him!

“Hahaha, this thing can be thought out slowly. I will send the President of the Xin Reserve to discuss things with you, and the economic consultants of Future Group think tank. We have many talents in the economic field, but we are lacking relatively in the political area. So I say no hurry, this thing should be discussed with everyone.” With an irresponsible laugh, Jiang Chen bid farewell.

After leaving the Presidential Palace, Jiang Chen sat in his Lamborghini.

Ayesha, who waited in the car, took off her sunglasses, casually hung it on her collar, and started the car.

“Where are we going?”

“To the port.”

“Not going to the company today?”

“No. Take me to the headquarters of the Ghost Agents. I have something to do,” Jiang Chen said while checking the time on his watch.

…

The Ghost Agents were headquartered on a small island 100 kilometers from Coro Island, where the first group of agents was trained. The mansion in the center of the island was originally Jiang Chen’s private property but was later converted into a training facility for the training of this special force that directly reported to him.

With the expansion of influence, Ghost Agents were now no longer obtaining new blood from online recruitment. Instead, they recruited through charitable organizations supported by Future Group that shelter orphans who had become homeless in war-torn regions around the world.

The orphans that were selected were often 13 to 15 years old. This was the age group most easily influenced. They would receive semi-brainwashing education with the help of the AI program and forget about the teaching of their faith. This would ensure that without the slavery chip, they would offer their most loyal support to Jiang Chen.

This practice may be inhumane. But from a different perspective, without the help of Future Group, they may have died in a more tragic way from war or hunger.

After all, Future Group was an enterprise, not a charitable organization.

Jiang Chen only promised that Ghost Agents can retire at the age of 30. After the age of 30, they can choose to retire or to transfer to office jobs and leave their former field agent life. Genetic vaccine made their lifespan longer than ordinary people for about twenty years. From the perspective of equivalent exchange, what they sacrificed was equal or more than what they had gained.