I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

In order to lose a lot of weight, a lot of young girls with great family backgrounds only ate one meal a day, with some going to the extent of only eating an apple for their single meal. Jiang Chen wondered: wouldn’t they starve to death?

Losing weight by dieting wasn’t only harmful to the body, it was also hard to maintain. This was conveyed by the joke, “When fat people are losing weight, the more they try, the more fat they get.”

Imagine this, if a weight loss medicine appeared on the market – no, it would be called low-calorie food! Two test tubes a day would ensure you were full without any damage to your body. If you drank it continuously for half a year, it would guarantee you would be as thin as the refugees in the ghetto… Of course, no one would want to be as thin as that. Normal people would stop drinking it after a month.

The nutrient supply from the apocalypse wasn’t fit for marketing to the modern world. Since it was a product, the taste was definitely a significant consideration. Also with concern for food safety, the ingredients and nutrient value would have to be redesigned.

For the improved version of the nutrient supply, Jiang Chen made a few requests to the five researchers.

The first was that it had to taste good, then it had to be healthy. Third, the calories had to be low enough and fourth, the ingredients had to be easy to gather and suitable for large-scale farming. Finally, the recipe had to be finished within a month. For each day they were ahead of schedule, the researchers could spend a month longer in the fallout shelter.

Faced with Jiang Chen’s demands, the five researchers all raised their chests in confidence and promised to finish the recipe within the allocated time.

When the five people left the command center, they all had cheerful smiles on their faces as they couldn’t wait to return to the fallout shelter to start the experiment.

“Once they have results, immediately report back to the base.” Before Jiang Chen left, he urged Xu Lu.

“Yes, Boss!” Xu Lu responded with a smile.

“Then that’s all… Also, did Han Junhua give up?”

Xu Lu shook her head with embarrassment.

“Not yet.”

“I see…”

[What a stubborn person; why can’t she just listen? PAC already flew lightyears away – what’s there to be stubborn about?]

“Do you want to go see her?” Xu Lu asked.

“Mhmm… Might as well.” Jiang Chen said casually.

He wanted to personally ask if she changed her mind and display his genuineness. Then, depending on the circumstances, he would see if she needed a more intensive lesson before he left… Jiang Chen thought he was a wicked person.

A smile surfaced on Xu Lu’s face and she nodded gently.

“Okay, please follow me.”

Jiang Chen followed Xu Lu into the cold basement. The patrol at the door saluted to him and opened the door for them before closing it.

Han Junhua sat quietly on the bed and looked at Jiang Chen.

He could sense that the instant she saw him, a hint of fright flashed across her pupils. Although it quickly vanished, it left a deep impression on his mind.

With the calm and collected look she put up, he felt a sense of guilt for some reason.

Maybe because he still had the conscience of someone from the modern world?

“… You can leave for now,” Jiang Chen said lightly.

“Yes.” Xu Lu nodded before she left the basement.

When the steel door closed shut, the basement returned to silence.

To Jiang Chen’s surprise, it was Han Junhua who first broke the silence.

“What perverted thing do you plan to do to me today?”

Her voice was distant and cold – it sounded like it could freeze a person without any hint of emotion.

“I…” Jiang Chen opened his mouth, but he chose to close it.

He came in with a script in mind, but with that face as calm as still water, he didn’t know what to say.

Jiang Chen sighed and threw out the words he prepared beforehand as he gently said, “Sorry.”

Surprise flashed through Han Junhua’s eyes. There was also a trace of confusion, but it vanished instantly.

“Although I’m not seeking your forgiveness, I still want to apologize for what I did.”

Jiang Chen admitted he did all those despicable things because he thought with his lower body and put his wicked thoughts into action. He didn’t even think it was wrong afterwards. She was his captive – it was his choice to determine how he treated her.

If a person stayed too long in a society without rule and boundaries, the person would subconsciously be withered by the environment. Jiang Chen realized a long time ago that the longer he stayed in the apocalypse, the more he thought as a person from the apocalypse.

If it was the old him, although he lacked some boundaries, he would never r*pe or force people.

After a long silence, she said calmly with a peaceful tone.

“Who apologizes to their captive?”

“… Perhaps.” Jiang Chen smiled bitterly. He shook his head and left the basement.

Han Junhua stared at Jiang Chen’s back. She didn’t speak.

But inside her dark pupils, she looked completely.

…

He returned to the hotel and checked out before he headed to Xia Shiyu’s apartment.

But when he knocked on the door, he realized there was no response inside. He called Xia Shiyu before he realized it was 10. She went to work a long time ago.

On the phone, Xia Shiyu didn’t ask where Jiang Chen went the night before; she just briefly explained how to get Future International’s building and hung up the phone.

Her meaning was obvious. She wanted the missing-in-action president to take some time to come to the company. Regarding the construction bidding, they only managed to discuss it halfway before Jiang Chen ran out – it was the perfect opportunity to finish the last bit.

To save time, Jiang Chen took a taxi and headed on his way. He played with his phone.

But then, a number called.

<Wang Zhiyong>

When he saw the name, Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, but he still picked up.

“Hello?”

“It’s me.” Wang Zhiyong’s voice was bitter.

“… If you’re calling on behalf of your uncle, you don’t need to say anything,” Jiang Chen said lightly.

“I know you would say this.” Wang Zhiyong sighed.

After a two second pause, Wang Zhiyong used a pleading voice.

“Could you not just let this one go?”

He never asked for favors from his friends – he didn’t want to go to the trouble. But this time it was for his family, not for himself. Although he was reckless at times, he always stood with his family.

“You can ask Wang Linhua – did you consider letting this one go when he plotted against me that night?” Jiang Chen laughed.

Wang Zhiyong fell into silence.

After a lengthy pause, he let out a long sigh.

“I see… Sorry, this one is my fault.”

The day when he came out of the police station, he didn’t notify Jiang Chen that the Wang family was plotting against his Future Technology, even though he knew a few details of their plan at the time. When he compared his family to his friends, there was no doubt which one was more important.

“No problem. It’s not your fault.”

With a sigh, Jiang Chen hung up.

He didn’t have a lot of friends, and now there was one less…

Just as he was about to put away his phone, his phone began to ring again.

It was an international call.

<Zhang Yapin>