I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

"Ah!"

After taking off the helmet, Jiang Chen sneezed and licked his nose and sighed.

"Who is yelling at me?"

Just now he logged into the God-level continent and personally experienced the next virtual reality online game designed by future people.

In high school and college days, Jiang Chen, like most students, is also a half-network addiction teenager. Because there is no girlfriend, there is no less time to play black games with roommates when there is no class. At that time, he had imagined that if he had the privilege of seeing the virtual reality online game depicted in the novel in his life, what would be the online game. He also fantasized that he met a special np like the protagonist of the novel, and transferred to the full service to hide the profession, slap Gao Fushuai, win Bai Fumei, and embark on the road of life winner...

But soon he realized that this is just an illusion. After all, whether it is Gao Fushuai or Bai Fumei, it seems that there is no need to find a sense of existence in the game.

Unless it is especially lonely.

However, I have imagined that there are so many futures. Only one thing he did not expect is that this epoch-making online game comes from his hand. At the same time, the first year of virtual reality, he also unveiled this new page.

However, standing in the current position, he seems to have no interest in playing games.

However, he still created a knight, stalked in his game, looked at the bustling crowd, and looked at the excitement of people on the new world. It was also a dream of the past.

After the line was down, Jiang Chen put the helmet on one side and opened the webpage through the computer.

Sure enough, he did not expect. The Internet is almost completely screened by the words “Future People Technology” and “God Level Mainland”. Before opening the service, the media gave high hopes for this epoch-making online game. The popularity of the first day of service today did not bring him more surprises. It only fulfilled the myth that he portrayed to the media. It was only the crown that was worn on the future of science and technology.

Just open an internationally renowned game forum website, Jiang Chen saw the first place in the forum is the name of the god-level continent.

"God, I have never seen such a realistic game! Goodbye g fat. Steam has been removed from my hard drive. I think I have been around for a while. I won't be interested in those consoles and small games on p. ”

“Unbelievable, the real sense of crossing is like crossing another world!”

"Poor comment! Can't build a female number, **** recognition function is going to die!"

"Is np inside artificial intelligence? I heard that there will be a harmonious patch in the future, can you push down those np? I seem to fall in love with the novice guide. d"

"It seems that if you casually smash a girl's skirt, you will be shut down in a small black house. Who knows how long it will last! Urgent."

"..."

After reading the above comments, Jiang Chen’s mouth is slightly raised.

The market gives a very high rating for this game, so the helmet's production capacity does not need to be greatly adjusted for the time being. According to this market fever. It is no problem to reproduce 100 million helmets.

However, in order to ensure that the market will not be too saturated and indigestible, it is better to control the monthly shipments to 20 million pieces.

......

These days, Jiang Chen basically maintained a timetable of nine to five, appearing in the office on the top floor of the Future People Group headquarters building. Most of the time he does not go to work. It is only a general direction of the company's development, and then, like a supervisor, the manager of each department is called to the office to ask this question. This regular life routine is still quite fresh for Jiang Chen.

But with the arrival of the New Year's Eve, this new and short-lived day is over.

Last year, for various reasons, Jiang Chen could not spend the New Year with his parents in the country, but spent the New Year in the last days. But now the parents are around, and his body is not as troublesome as last year. Naturally, I will not give up the opportunity to spend the New Year with my parents.

Although it may make Sun Jiao feel a little regret, but Jiang Chen is still planning to spend the New Year on this side of the world.

When it comes to Chinese New Year, Aisha is still making a joke. Because the "New Year" mistake is understood as "Christmas in China", in order to give a surprise to Jiang Chen, the little girl stared at Jiang Chen, and filled the house with Christmas trees, ribbons and bells in advance, and put on red. The short skirt is dressed as a Christmas girl.

Later, Xia Shiyu corrected her mistakes, and together with her, she cleaned up these small ornaments, restored the family to the way she had in the New Year, and told her that "Chinese New Year is usually at the parents' home rather than at home." Little knowledge.

On the night of the New Year's Eve, Jiang Chen took Aisha to her parents' home.

Because he lives very close, he usually comes with Aisha to accompany his parents for dinner, so the door key of his parents' villa is also on him. After stopping the car in the garage, she took Aisha's little hand into the door.

When Jiang Chen walked into the house, the second old man was preparing for the dinner.

The nanny who is responsible for taking care of the two old people is also on vacation, so at the moment they are both at home.

In fact, at the beginning, Jiang Chen’s idea was to ask a chef to cook for the year. However, according to Jiang’s words, the dinner was really good by hand. Therefore, he followed the parents' intentions, and together with Aisha helped the two old people to start and finished the table for a rich meal.

Living in the new country is good, that is, relatives and friends are less, no firecrackers, never snow.

As for the Spring Festival Evening, which is indispensable in previous years, there are still some here. In the new country, you can also see the TV station in China, but this year is the same as last year, and the Spring Festival Evening of Song Gongde is still full of slots. However, no one cares about the content of the Spring Festival Evening. After all, at this moment, what is important is not what the Spring Festival Evening is broadcasting, but who to watch with.

When the rice was in the second half of the year, the door knocked at the door.

After Jiang Chen opened the door, he accidentally saw that Xia Shiyu was carrying a bag of gifts, standing at the door with a slight restraint.

On the opposite side of Jiang Chen’s line of sight, she immediately moved her eyes slightly.

The shallow red cloud on the cheeks, I don’t know whether it’s a blush of light makeup, or the joy of celebrating the New Year.

"Yes, it was Mom who called me... New Year." Standing at the door, she whispered.

"It's the prostitute of the old summer family, haha, kind of anything, come in!" Jiang Chen had not had time to open his mouth, and his dad's big voice rang.

It is rare to encounter fellow villagers in this foreign country. Since they moved to Xia Shiyu, their families have been very close, and they often go to each other. The old man of Xiajia and Jiang Jianguo are a pair of fishing friends. When the weather is good, the two often go out on the yacht together. It is precisely because of this, Jiang Chen’s dinner table, every day, must have the familiar seafood flavor.

Occasionally, Jiang Chen will bring two fish to the end of the world, and they will taste the seafood with Sun Jiao.

Jiangmu was very enthusiastic about pulling Xia Shiyu into the dinner table and frequently garnished vegetables into her bowl. Although she repeatedly said that she had eaten, but could not stand the enthusiasm of Jiangmu, she still ate a few mouthfuls. For his father’s eyes, Jiang Chen smiled and pretended not to see.

The kiss at the last annual meeting seemed to have caused a great impact on Xia Yuyu, so that her attitude towards him has been subtle in these days. Although I can't talk about hiding from him, I always feel Jiang Chen feeling that she doesn't know how to face herself.

However, in this New Year's atmosphere, the sly cockroaches seem to quickly dissipate in a festive atmosphere.

The rice has been eaten for 12 o'clock, and Jiang Jianguo, who drank a little wine, has already slept on the edge of the sofa.

Taking Xia Shiyu to the toilet room, Jiangmu secretly pulled Jiang Chen aside and looked at her son's gaze with a little interrogation. "How do I feel... you are not right with Xia Shiyu. You and I have a good time, who is the future daughter-in-law of the family. How much money do you make outside, do you want me to take my grandson?"

In the face of the mother's persuasion, Jiang Chen swayed for a long time, did not know how to answer this complicated question, and finally settled Aisha for his solution.

For him, this question is really bad to answer.

Not to mention the uncertainties on the side of the world, there are still a few on the end of the world...

But there is one thing that can be affirmed. If the mother really wants to hold her grandson, she may have to be soft...-

(When I wake up, the monthly ticket list is exploded. Chrysanthemum, Zhu Jun, let us kill it! It’s just two or three hundred votes. It’s bursting with the dragon’s chrysanthemum. Flower, this last two days to kill the fourth, 51. Ten more broke out! Crash on the third, fifteenth outbreak!) (to be continued.)