I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

The seafood dinner was set up on the coffee table, sitting on the sofa, drinking wine and champagne, and the three enjoyed a hearty lunch.

At the dinner table, Jiang Chen and this old friend are also very happy. This wine is easy to open the words, the two had previously talked more coherently, coincided with this situation, chatting more familiar.

"Right, when are you getting married?" With a glass of wine, Jiang Chen asked casually.

"Marry, look at Fifi's opinion, I am willing to be at any time." Yang Yuan's face is also a little drunk, holding Sophie's little hand, expressing his affectionately.

Sophie is also a cheeks.

"Let's wait, it's not very urgent anyway."

"Haha, indeed, no hurry." Yang Yuan waved his hand.

Although he graduated from graduate school, Sophie graduated from undergraduate degree and is 22 years old. According to the standards of people in Huaguocheng, this age is really not in a hurry to get married.

"When you get married, don't ask me, I can wait to drink your favorite wine." Jiang Chen laughed.

The boy in Chunan did not ask for his marriage, and he still has some small depression.

"How come." Yang Yuan waved his hand and his nose squirted with alcohol. "When I got married, I put a table on the edge of the beach and called the old Huang Lao."

"That is a must, I will fly the ticket when I get there."

"I am very polite, I can still afford this money."

The degree of champagne is not high, because of a fruity taste, it feels lighter than beer. However, Jiang Chen also had some drunkenness in a few bottles. Look at the guy in Yang Yuan, the amount of alcohol will not be able to die and fat, and the last time they drink, they snoring.

I don't know if it was intentional or undoubted. Sophie, sitting next to the drunken boyfriend, changed her sitting position and raised her leg. This sitting position is nothing, but if you sit on the opposite side, it is not suitable.

And that skilled movement, to say that she is unintentional, Jiang Chen really does not believe.

With a sigh, Jiang Chen just felt a little sorry for his old friend, but he could not say anything. Just like the three people all knew who Fang Yuanyuan was. Did not tell him the same.

Some things have nothing to do with right or wrong, but once you say it, you are not a person inside or outside.

"Morning brother actually has such a good amount of alcohol, I bring you a cup to respect you." Sophie smiled and raised his toast. Toast to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen smiled and raised the glass and touched her.

"It’s not too early, I’m so drunk, I’m leaving.”

"Don't sit for a while?" Seeing Jiang Chen getting up, Sufi saved.

I saw Yang Yuan lying on the sofa at the moment. I screamed at the wine. Looking at Sophie’s smile, Jiang Chen still doesn’t understand her mind.

"No. I still have something to do in the afternoon, I will not bother you." Jiang Chen smiled and refused.

Don't say that this Sophie is not very beautiful, it is really beautiful, Ntr friend's business Jiang Chen still can't do it.

Seeing Jiang Chen has said this, Sophie is naturally embarrassed to retain.

"Well, I will send you to the door."

Warmly sent Jiang Chen to the door, Sophie has been watching Jiang Chen walked to the side of the road. When she looked at the bodyguard and got off the car and respectfully opened the door for him, her face clearly flashed a bit of envy. What she envied was not the car, but the respect of the bodyguard.

This is the feeling of the upper class.

Then she remembered the foreign girl named Aisha.

She can't help but marry the girl. Why is her boyfriend so rich and has status?

Looking back at the drunken boyfriend, she sighed and closed the door.

Sitting in the car, blowing the hot sea breeze, Jiang Chen looked far into the distant Haiping line.

"Sir, where are we going next?" asked the bodyguard who drove.

"Pharmaceutical factory." Jiang Chen said briefly.

Because he was drunk, he didn't want to say a word now. He just wanted to quietly blow the sea breeze so that his brain could wake up.

But after a while, the bodyguards opened again.

"Mr. Do you need me to turn on the air conditioner?"

"no need."

Seeing Jiang Chen seems to be a little impatient, but for safety reasons, the bodyguard is still cautiously opening.

"Mr., your seat belt"

Jiang Chen impatiently tied the seat belt.

"You can't be like Aisha"

The bodyguard smashed. "Mr?"

"Nothing, sorry, drunk." Jiang Chen spit out the alcohol and waved his hand.

Often only need a look, or no need to look at it, Aisha can be very keen to understand what he needs. It is also because of the meticulous tenderness and thoughtfulness. The kind of understanding that does not require much words makes him difficult to fall in love with her.

Of course, asking a man to know himself so much is really too unreasonable. In terms of service attitude, the bodyguards of the Stars Trade are still impeccable.

"Sir, you don't need to apologize to me," the bodyguard whispered.

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About half an hour's drive, the car stopped at the door of the nutritional mixture production plant.

On the road, Jiang Chen’s wine is almost awake. Pushing the door open, he was getting ready to get off the bus, but the footsteps of the car door were paused.

"Is there a problem?"

"Well, my old friend, you help me to arrange a bodyguard for him, the kind of car."

Brother, brother can only help you here.

"Good sir." Bodyguard said.

Jiang Chen nodded and got off the bus to the gate of the factory.

Although the guard at the door recognized Jiang Chen’s face, according to Jiang Chen’s own rules of “only recognize the iris and not recognize people”, the two men checked his identity information.

I watched the camera for 1 second and quickly completed the authentication.

The two soldiers gave him a military ceremony and retired to the side.

Entering the laboratory of the factory, Jiang Chen directly found Zhan Shujie who was sampling the products.

“How many nutrient mixtures have we produced in our factory?”

"30000 boxes are piled up in the warehouse."

A box of about 100 looks like this, which produced 3 million nutritional mixes in the first month, which is already very good. According to a profit of 5 US dollars, this month's income is 15 million US dollars.

Although it doesn't seem like much, it's just the beginning. When the market opens, Jiang Chen will order Zhan Shujie to expand production. You know, the 2.1 billion fat people in the world are his potential customers.

"Do you want to sell so much?" Seeing the expression of Jiang Chen's face, Zhan Shujie couldn't help but ask.

"Reassure, people will rush to buy. You don't have to worry about selling things on the road, I will hire a professional manager to help me."

"It's best." Zhan Shujie nodded.

He is a research technician, and he has more than enough quality control, but he is not at all concerned with doing business.

"The nutritional supplements in the warehouse, you can help me with about 15 copies, 20 per serving. These 300 nutritional ingredients are all about the business, the quality must be good, and it is best to use new Factory," Jiang Chen told me.

"No problem. Now?" Zhan Shujie asked.

"Get it right before you get off work today. Someone will come to get the goods tomorrow morning." (To be continued.)