I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

"A bunch of waste! What are you doing! Negotiations for half a month, now you give me this result?"

From half an hour ago, the roar of the president’s office in the Philippines did not stop.

Aquino smoldered a stack of documents on the face of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, and his chest continued to undulate.

The Philippine Navy’s equipment is basically imported, and the only two “Hamilton” class patrol ships are also the ruin of the United States. It is also very interesting to say that every time the military purchases, the Philippine defense chiefs squinted and asked the United States to retain the weapons and equipment on the warships, but were rejected without exception. It’s ruthless to get this kind of thing, it’s hard to be disrespectful. It’s a good dog.

Now it’s not easy for the Australian side to loosen its mouth. It even said that it will make some reservations on the weapons and equipment, and the warships that are coming to the end will fly like this. He also hopes to rely on this ship to increase the bargaining power of the South China Sea negotiations!

The Minister of Foreign Affairs is also aggrieved. The Australian president has clearly nodded, but when he was preparing to discuss the details of the agreement early this morning, the other side was again stunned on several key issues.

The other party suddenly became awkward overnight, which directly caught the Philippine delegation to the negotiations.

The chief of staff watched the foreign ministry who was wronged and took a deep breath.

"Mr. President, we should call the White House now."

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a member of Parliament rushed in.

“The typhoon’s typhoon passed through the waters near the city of Oras, and many buildings, including a hospital, suddenly collapsed during the typhoon crossing. 31 people have been confirmed to have been killed or injured.”

"fu-ck!" Aquino snorted and hurriedly walked out the door.

A series of troubles followed. Just being accused by the media of diplomatic incompetence, he does not want to be detained with a hat for disaster relief.

"White House"

"Let the Foreign Minister go to talk, I have to appear in the disaster area within five hours."

The typhoon crossing is like a disaster, but it has already passed by.

The torrential rain washed away the dust, and the air was fresh and refreshing. The dew on the palm leaves outside the window sparkles with a lustrous luster, reflecting the whiteness of the fish in the east.

In the morning, Jiang Chen sat at the table and looked at the morning news. According to meteorologists, the typhoon named "Squid" is moving along the western part of the Pacific Rim volcanic belt. I wiped the eastern part of the Philippines and swept toward the south China coast.

Putting the omelette, toast and coffee on the table in front of Jiang Chen, Aisha leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, then sat beside him.

A smile on Aisha's gentleness. Jiang Chen continued to look at the TV screen. When he saw the list of several affected cities sliding down the TV, his brow could not help but wrinkle.

As if reading Jiang Chen’s thoughts, Aisha whispered, “I don’t care if Xia Shiyu is on the Xiangjiang River?”

"I will call her for a while."

Aisha nodded. I picked up the fork and concentrated on my breakfast.

As early as mid-June, as early as the beginning of the month, the bhp Group has shipped 100,000 tons of iron ore and 200,000 tons of aluminum ore to the deep-water port of Korro Island in accordance with the ore trading agreement signed with Jiang Chen.

This batch of ore will be used to support the industry on the wasteland. It is better to transport it earlier. After breakfast, Aisha drove with Jiang Chen to the deep water port at the southern end of Coro Island.

In general, imported goods such as iron ore are packed in small containers of 20-foot size. Because it can't be filled, a box can only hold about 20 tons of ore. Originally, Jiang Chen had no specific concept about the 300,000 tons of ore. As a result, the port was shocked when he saw it.

More than 10,000 containers have almost filled a port that is not spacious. The original port manager had to work overtime because of the goods. Ever since, I saw Jiang Chen at the moment, they naturally have no good face.

However, Jiang Chen did not talk to them too much. He called Zhang Yaping directly and asked him to contact the person in charge of the port to give a false holiday to all employees. After confirming that they had all gone, Jiang Chen told Aisha to stay at the entrance of the deep-water port, and then began to carry it long.

In order to prevent "explosion", Jiang Chen had to go back and notify Sun Jiao, and then took her to the steel factory in Shenxiang Town. After the people of the steel plant were opened, the transfer point was placed directly in the backyard of the steel plant to open up the open space for raw materials.

It has been tossing until noon. Jiang Chen finally completed the "sweeping goods."

"Nyima is exhausting me."

Clap your hands, Jiang Chen walked out of the already spacious port.

He has secretly made up his mind that he must have a steel factory in Angola, at least here to rough the raw materials. Or simply move the production process of steel from the end of the world to modern times, and the efficiency of directly handling iron ore is too low.

Also, at that time, you must build a large warehouse at the fish bone base, which is specially used for the transshipment of large-scale resources.

Sitting in the car, Aisha asked her head.

"Where are you going next?"

"Go to the passenger terminal, I have to go to Anga Island in a while." Jiang Chen said. I pulled out my mobile phone.

Aisha nodded and started the car.

Xiangjiang.

Due to the orange warning of the rainstorm, the future technology company is on holiday today, and Xia Shiyu is still staying in the apartment without going out. Looking at the raindrops outside the window, she turned her eyes to the TV.

"I am behind a public hospital in the city of Oras in the Philippines. From the outside, I can clearly see that it is a mess nearby. At present, the Philippine side has dispatched military and police to rescue the victims in the area." A reporter wearing a raincoat looks very embarrassed.

Philippines? It should be close to the Panu Islands.

Xia Shiyu’s geography is not good, but he vaguely remembers the general location of the Panu Islands.

I don't know what he is now? Why should I think of him?

Xia Shiyu reached for some hot face and grabbed the remote control on the coffee table and changed the table.

She doesn't really like watching news.

In her memory, she seems to focus on the news only twice. Once it was Jiang Chen’s trip to Iraq, once it was now.

At this time, the ringing of the phone suddenly rang.

Xia Shiyu got up and went to the bedroom and picked up the phone that was being charged on the bedside table. When she saw the caller's name, her heart jumped inexplicably and accelerated twice. So unexpectedly, she just wanted to make a phone call to confirm his safety. I didn't expect him to hit it first.

"Hey?"

"How are you over there?"

Hearing the voice of Jiang Chen’s concern, Xia Shiyu’s heart was not warm.

"It's raining, where are you?"

"It’s raining in the past few days, but it’s sunny in the morning. Now the typhoon is going over to you, paying more attention to safety and minimizing travel. Well, you didn’t go to work today?” Jiang Chen said.

"No."

"That's good." Jiang Chen smiled.

What is it, then, Xia Shiyu, who has a boss and a staff member on vacation, whispered in his heart.

"Right, after the work of the head is finished, you take the time to come to the new country."

"Come to the new country? I asked first, what strange project?" Xia Shiyu sighed.

"It’s not so strange, it’s better to say it’s a shocking thing.”

Xia Shiyu stunned and wondered.

“What is it?” What is it?”

"Virtual reality online games, have you heard of it?" Jiang Chen said with a smile. (To be continued.)