Tang Jian spoke very hard, and one sentence made Song Ziyu feel embarrassed.

Are all people in the wasteland world like this?

Isn't there a more tactful way of saying it?

Song Ziyu squinted his eyes, touched his chin and chose not to speak.

Seeing Tang Jian's rude words, a voice snorted: "Tang Jian, you idiot, it's a miracle you haven't starved to death with your bad temper."

Tang Jian turned around and saw Chen Tianxing walking over with little Lolita.

Tang Jian's eyes became sharp.

"Chen Tianxing, if you don't make money on the northern front, what are you doing here?"

Tang Jian obviously knew Chen Tianxing and was very surprised that Chen Tianxing appeared here.

"What are you doing here? Of course you are working!" Chen Tianxing said with a smile: "On the northern front, we are licking blood, and the income is not guaranteed. Life is not as comfortable as here. The life here is good, there are many talents, and the people are super talkative.

It sounds great, I really like it here.”

After hearing this, Tang Jian's expression became strange.

How could this place be able to afford to hire high-level hunters from the bounty hunter organization?

Tang Jian is reckless, but not stupid.

Then Tang Jian realized that Song Ziyu might really have something.

"Let's talk about the employment contract." Tang Jian finally looked at Song Ziyu.

"Say your conditions." Song Ziyu now has a big family and a big business, and he already has a bit of the temperament of a talker.

Tang Jian said: "My men are not fuel-efficient lamps. If you want to use us, you must ensure that you can feed us!"

"That's no problem at all." Song Ziyu said, "It's a trivial matter."

"How do you prove it?" Tang Jian asked.

Song Ziyu was stunned, thinking how to prove this?

Song Ziyu raised his hand, pointed at the crowd who were reclaiming land, and said, "Have you seen these people? All of these people are hired by me. Do you think I can't afford to support dozens of you?"

Tang Jian's face was full of disbelief.

There are so many hungry people in the wasteland. Can one person afford to feed them?

What a brag about not drafting!

Seeing that Tang Jian was doubtful, Xu Yingnan finally spoke: "You don't have to doubt Song Ziyu's strength at all. I can guarantee this."

"Okay, you guarantee that there will be no problem. Let's talk about the salary next." Tang Jian trusted Xu Yingnan quite a bit.

Song Ziyu said to Xu Yingnan: "You come and negotiate. As long as the conditions are not too excessive, I will agree to him."

After speaking, Song Ziyu snapped his fingers at Chen Tianxing.

Chen Tianxing came over like a pug: "What are your orders, boss?"

"Let's go practice shooting!" Song Ziyu left the scene, completely ignoring Tang Jian.

Behind him, Chen Tianxing followed suit, and behind Chen Tianxing, the little Lolita also followed suit.

"Don't be like Tang Jian. This guy is a fool. He made a mess in the bounty hunter organization. In the end, he was ostracized and ran away angrily... His strength is still good, and he is very loyal to the people below, otherwise he wouldn't

Why would so many people be willing to follow him into misfortune?" After walking far away, Chen Tianxing opened his mouth to explain.

"Don't worry, I know it."

Driving a donkey requires a carrot and a stick. Carrots alone are not enough. Others must know that Mr. Song also has a temper.

Song Ziyu practiced shooting in the wilderness for a while, and Xu Yingnan came to report and negotiate the price.

Tang Jian and his party of thirty-two people were provided with food and lodging by Song Ziyu, a monthly salary of 100,000 Longshan, and supplies equivalent in currency. In addition, Song Ziyu was responsible for providing the team's consumption.

This price is quite expensive. The equivalent of 100,000 Longshan currency can be converted into enough to feed hundreds of people in the settlement.

However, these people were all combatants, different from ordinary refugees, so Song Ziyu readily agreed.

I can still afford this little expense.

After explaining everything, Song Ziyu looked at the reclamation site again and saw that the farmhands were concentrating on taking care of the seedlings. Only then did he leave the wasteland with satisfaction.

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civilized world.

Elites from all departments of Nanda gathered in one place, all of whom had achieved outstanding results in previous military training.

Everyone was gearing up and showing great fighting spirit for the upcoming campaign.

This fighting spirit, stimulated by hormones, gradually turns into fighting spirit!

Within one day, many provocative incidents occurred in the selection team.

The school turned a blind eye to this situation and condoned friction and fights among students.

In the opinion of NTU, maintaining this kind of fighting spirit can better select talents. As long as you don’t kill anyone in a fight...

The other students were gearing up with great interest, but for Song Ziyu, every day was like a year.

Song Ziyu just wants the damn closed training to end as soon as possible, because the closed management has seriously affected his porter business, and he cannot buy supplies to supplement the expenses of the wasteland world, so he is sitting on nothing.

The only good news for me now is that in one week, military training will be over.

Just endure it, endure it until the military training is over, and you will be liberated.

Song Ziyu gritted his teeth and persisted.

…

Song Ziyu is not the only one who is gritting his teeth and persisting!

In the Nandu Science and Technology Park, Professor Chen Youping from the No. 5 Research Institute of Nanjing Agricultural University was also very worried.

Research Institute No. 5 failed to apply for national funding this year, and did not even receive local subsidies. What’s even worse is that some people at Nann Agricultural University headquarters seemed to be criticizing themselves, so the funds that the school should allocate failed to arrive.

This is simply unreasonable!

Mr. Chen went shirtless and made a scene in the principal's office, scolding the principal, who was his student, bloody.

However, this cannot solve the crisis of the scientific research institute.

Mr. Chen is very motivated but unable to do anything. If it weren’t for the mysterious client who made some money from the soil testing business, Scientific Research Institute No. 5 might have to close down this month!

It's a pity that the small testing fee can only solve the urgent needs, that is,

Even if they live a tight life, they can only last for two months.

What's even more troublesome is... At this juncture when money is urgently needed, a loan that the institute applied for has expired!

The debt of two million yuan was placed in front of him, like the last barbell that broke the camel's back, forcing Mr. Chen to despair.

There is really no other way!

Now the institute faces two choices: either close its doors or pay back the money.

As a last resort, Chen Laoyi gritted his teeth and listed a two-bedroom apartment awarded to him by the state ten years ago for sale on a second-hand housing trading website, preparing to cash out to solve an urgent need.

Just when Mr. Chen was frantically trying to solve the institute's financial difficulties, Mr. Xu, the old professor's most important partner and friend, quietly left the institute and got into an extended Lincoln on a hidden street.

In the carriage, a fat man with a big belly was waiting eagerly with a bottle of champagne.

"How's it going, Professor Xu, is the old guy willing to let go?" the fat man asked.

Lao Xu shook his head and said, "Lao Chen is going to sell his house and die!"

"Huh! The old guy is really ignorant. I've forced him to this point, doesn't he understand?" said the fat man.

Lao Xu sighed and said: "Lao Chen has this kind of character and doesn't know how to adapt. Otherwise, he would have already become famous with his abilities. Mr. Lei shouldn't be on the same level as him."

"He and I know nothing about each other!" Mr. Lei said: "I am not the same person as you who are doing scientific research at all. I only want that technology, you know? Technology! Monsanto is pressing hard, and the old guy refuses to live or die.

I'm also under a lot of pressure to sell."

The big fat man muttered: "I have cut off all his sources of funding. Why is he still trying to die? He can obviously transfer that technology. As long as he lets go, wealth, fame, and status will all be at his fingertips! But why is he so stubborn?

Spirit? What are you trying to do?"

Lao Xu also sighed: "I don't know what he thinks."
Chapter completed!