I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

It is already late at night, and most people have fallen asleep at this point. Oh,

However, it is lively in the prosthetic pub in the commercial street.

The mercenaries and the hunters sat together and sipped a bottle of beer made from the shell of the Sanya crystal. While playing poker, they blew each other's harvest. The scavengers also sat in the corners in twos and threes, while drinking and discussing the good places to scavenge. The exposed bar girl, lazily squatting beside the bar, waiting for the prey tonight.

Zhou Guoping, who served as the bartender, stood in front of the bar, as always, rubbing the glass, and occasionally chatting with the windy women who were squatting in front of the bar. In a sense, the boss and the bartender's buddy are famous among those who are bloody. Anyone who has ever had trouble in this pub has not fallen for good fruit.

Everyone is guessing his identity, and many good people even sent him a name for the "heads bartender".

Of course, no one will guess that his true identity is the eyeliner responsible for collecting intelligence for the actual controllers of the sixth block.

"Old Li, you just came back from the town of Liuding Town, did you have any interesting fun there?" A mercenary wearing a heterosexual armor asked the old friend in a cellar.

"It's still the same. It's boring to make people sleepy." The shaved mercenary poured a sip of wine and said with a hand.

Compared with the prosperity of the sixth block, the light of Liu Dingzhen has gradually been concealed.

"Yes? Haha, what about the goddess of the screw pub? I remember that the chick is your dream lover." The mercenary on the side patted Lao Li's shoulder and laughed loudly.

"I haven't seen it. It is estimated that it is not in this area of ​​Wanghai City." The mercenary, known as Lao Li, said with some trouble.

"I hope not to be caught by a predator group and become a rbq." One whistle and laughed.

"If you don't want me to put you in the toilet and take a few mouthfuls of water, I advise you to close your dog's mouth." Lao Li's face stood up gloomyly.

However, the mercenary did not show weakness, but instead provoked a whistle provocatively.

"Go to his mother. Lao Li, this guy just made a joke, you put him as a fart." The mercenary on the side hurriedly pulled him and secretly pointed to Zhou Guoping who had stopped his movements. .

Although the old Li was still ugly, he sat down. Look along the fingers of a friend. The mercenary whose mouth was not clean also shrank his neck and sat back.

Fighting here is purely not wanting to live.

Zhou Guoping glanced at the few people and saw that the mercenaries had settled down. I continued to wipe the cup in my hand, but my heart was scornful.

A group of silly cranes, your goddess did not know how many times he was played by a certain rich man.

It’s also quite embarrassing to say that the guy in Chunan is now a sixth block executive, but he is still the owner of a pub. I have not been notified of such a big thing as going back to the reform bill.

Although in a group of small characters, his "shadow bartender" reputation is still very loud, but the specific situation is only his own clear, even if facing the surrender to Jiang Chen, Zhao Chenwu, his status is short more than one head.

To be honest, he is really afraid of touching the guy in Chunan. After all, that Zhou Xiaoxia, when he was a bandit in the Ashes mercenary group, he followed the bandits. Although Chunan does not seem to put him in the heart, Zhou Guoping knows that his weight in the boss is probably less than one-tenth of that of Chunan. He wants to kill himself. It is easy.

Since the sixth block was occupied by the fish bone base. His sense of presence in the pub where information was collected became thin.

Just as he was distracted for a while, his communicator under the bar shook.

Zhou Guoping used to put the cup and the rag on one side, and took out the communicator from the bar to take a look. When he saw a few big characters on the screen, he noticed a glimpse, and his face showed a ecstasy expression.

[Sender: Jiang Chen

Content: Come back. 】

After half a year, the boss finally remembered him!

Throwing the work to other buddies, Zhou Guoping pulled the jacket over his body and hurriedly walked out of the pub.

To be honest, Jiang Chen is not very eager to reuse people who are morally tainted. Think about it. He has more dealings with the mercenaries in his men, and it seems that Zhou Guoping is this guy.

The candidate for the president of the mercenary union is really only suitable for him.

At this moment, Zhou Guoping is standing at the desk of Jiang Chen. Buried his head waiting for his instructions.

"Speak up, your movements are still very fast." Jiang Chen smiled.

"Hey, I dare to slow you down. I got in after the news." Zhou Guoping said with a good look.

Seeing Zhou Guoping's pleasing look, Jiang Chen smiled and pulled a stack of paper documents from the table.

"Don't be nervous. It's a good thing to find you. You can take this document and read it."

Zhou Guoping smiled charmingly, nodded and took the file, and then roughly looked down, but did not look at the two lines and then stunned.

"The mercenary union?"

"Yes. The president of this guild, I intend to let you go." Ten fingers crossed on the desk, Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"Xie Lao, Xie Yuanshuai!" Zhou Guoping almost screamed the wrong word, and the exaggerated acting skills were no worse.

"Okay, I’m going to take it later, I’m looking for you. It’s for this matter. I’ve told the people to get it, and it’s just across the bank of the Sixth Street. Your mission is to bring this mercenary. The union is going to do it, and I hope to see your results within a week."

"Guaranteed to complete the task!" Zhou Guoping patted his chest and packed the ticket.

"Then go." Jiang Chen called.

After a nap, Zhou Guoping turned and left. Can go to the door, he seems to have thought of stopping and stepping back and asking.

"Right, that prosthetic pub"

"I will find someone else to take care of your position. After your work is focused, you will be placed in the mercenary trade union." Jiang Chen said.

"Yes."

Zhou Guoping retired from the door.

About half a minute later, Jiang Chen leaned back in the chair and smiled and asked Han Junhua, who was standing on the sidelines.

"What do you think about giving this position to such a person?"

Han Junhua only spent two seconds thinking.

"Only the ability is the most suitable candidate."

Being a prestige among mercenaries is indeed more appealing than a person who is not known. If people like Cheng Weiguo or Zhao Gang go to be the governor, I am afraid that this mercenary union will be difficult to form.

"What about other aspects?"

"If I can understand people's hearts, I will not lose to you." Han Junhua replied calmly.

Jiang Chen smiled uncontrollably.

"I am so lucky." (To be continued.)