Chapter 268 Are you teaching me how to do things?

Inside the huge cave stands a doomsday "City of Glimmer" that seems to have only appeared in movies.

The dome of the cave is hundreds of meters high from the ground. It is inlaid with fluorescent lamps. The huge ventilation channel has a slight hum of machine operation.

The roof tiles in the street below are criss-crossing, everything is in order, the air does not appear damp at all, and the breeze flows, giving it a very fresh smell.

The temperature here has obviously reached above freezing. Although the "season" is wrong, there are still stubborn weeds and moss growing vigorously in various parts of the cave under the fluorescent lamps.

"The depth here is 270 meters, which can cope with most disasters." Boris led a few people down to the platform at the tunnel exit. "There are only 7,000 residents now. Most survivors are still restricted to living on the ground. They can only make enough contributions." Only when it’s worth it can I come down, it’s my decision.”

"Adrian and Shapan are determined not to give up the contract. The entire sky island cluster is unable to move and is relatively closed. Therefore, the income of several camps has been very limited. If the food was not sufficient now, this place would have been different. If you want to live in a somewhat normal way, you must have everyone, resources, and currency circulation running, otherwise there will definitely be big problems! "

"Friends from China, to tell you the truth, the system of contribution value as a currency is already on the verge of collapse. Before the disaster, I was just a law-abiding businessman. I didn't understand the currency system at all, so I came up with a replacement as soon as my brain got hot. Just maintain it for now.”

"If our people hadn't happened to discover this cave and asked me to figure out how to recover the contribution value - alas, the problem came again. Now 79% of the contribution value of the entire camp is in my hands, Suka! What a disaster!”

Li Cang felt like he was like that tree hole where any species would be happy to put their head in and yell a few words.

"I'm afraid they are such talkative people. They are just following the old Soviet bureaucracy." Lao Wang complained in a low voice.

The underground city is completely different from the short gray stone buildings on the ground. Most of them use stone slabs as the foundation to support the log structure above. There are almost no simple flat houses, and tall log buildings with three to five floors are common.

The climate is relatively warm and there are high-power fluorescent lamps to provide lighting. Cold-resistant crops are planted in front and behind the buildings, and occasionally there are flowers and plants of different colors.

There are many pedestrians and stalls on the street, with different skin colors and races, and there are all kinds of things sold, such as flowers, grains, grains, fish, game and fruits. Li Cang even saw a man wearing the same style of white in a luxurious and spacious hall. Men and women in shorts and vests with price tags on their chests.

"This is."

"The total number of people in several camps is tens of thousands. I am trying to ensure that everyone has the 'right to live.'" Boris didn't have much expression on his face and just shook his head. "But there will always be Some people, for various active or passive reasons, still need to read the six simple words in separate pieces.”

The vast majority of those people are women, and there are also a few handsome guys with yellow faces and thin muscles but good foundation.

When Li Cang and others were talking, they looked here with eager and expectant eyes, but due to certain rules, they neither dared to speak nor make any movements, just like human sculptures.

Boris' sentimentality ended here, and the bald man looked at Mr. Li Cang with a wink.

"My Chinese friends, 'their' price is considered a luxury item in the camp, but if you like anything, I can give it to you personally, even if it's all of it, it doesn't matter."

"Don't think this is a violation of human rights. If you buy them, they can live. Otherwise, it will be next week, or the day after tomorrow, or even today, sooner or later."

"It's messy enough here. In order not to cause more unnecessary chaos, the camp, and mainly me of course, will let the sellers set their prices at a level that no one can easily afford, and the subsequent high, and subsequent The tax is calculated based on the number of slaves and multiplied by percentage. Also, if a slave dies in the hands of a comprador, then this tax will always be on him. This is the best way I can think of to ensure that they are alive. ”

"It's amazing," Li Cang said. "Sometimes, tax rates are more effective than the harshest penalties."

"Hahaha, friend, you understand me very well!"

Boris led several people to a huge log villa, "I have prepared a sumptuous dinner and plenty of wine for everyone to enjoy. Today, we will not return until we get drunk! Then, tomorrow, we will go Fuck that bastard Adrian! Handover? Will I hand over to that kind of scum? He just wants to swallow up my territory and population! Damn Fasha will always be as greedy and shameless as a skunk, and he will always have all kinds of things in his mind. Dirty trash!"

What Li Cang and the others didn't expect was that a costume party was actually being held in the villa.

"Oh, Boss Boris, this girl is very hot. She is your new love. If you do this, your sister-in-law will hang her on the barn beam with last year's elk meat!"

"But if you don't tell me and I don't tell you, how will my sister-in-law know?"

“Here cums a traitor~”

"%￥#%#%......"

"???"

"Damn British! Shut your mouth!" Boris scolded, "This is Shapan's successor, the new executor who wants to hand over to us, a warrior as brave as a bear, Cang!"

The whole hall was in an uproar.

"New, new executor?"

"Take the initiative to hand over to us?"

"Fake, doesn't that mean we can finally leave this damn place and get rid of this damn contract?"

Then, there was deathly silence.

Everyone suddenly turned their heads and looked at the old gentleman with long platinum hair who was surrounded by a group of strong men and beauties in the corner of the hall.

Boris forced out a rather ferocious smile, and the large tattoos exposed under the bearskin cloak trembled with the smile and muscles.

"Adams, what do you say?"

There are four executors in the Contract Islands, namely Shapan, Boris, Adrian and Adams. After taking over Shapan's "legacy", the contract rules have been reminded many times, but Li Cang did not expect that there would be an executor. Hanging out with Boris.

The old gentleman with white hair was wearing a crisp handmade suit. His expression suddenly turned sinister, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

The strong men around him took a step forward, took out daggers, spurs and other weapons hidden all over their bodies, and pointed them at everyone around them.

"No, gentlemen, please put down your weapons and don't start any unnecessary disputes." The white-blond old gentleman's stiff smile returned to his face. "My words will always be valid. As long as the other executors agree, I, Adams, will not Will do anything to interfere with the contract."

Boris gritted his teeth: "Okay, that's all -"

Bang!

There was a gunshot, and Adams' head exploded like a firework, splattering blood and sticky debris covering half of the wall behind him.

"Are you teaching me how to do something?" Lao Wang pretended and blew out the smoke from the short-mouth nozzle, "I need your consent?"

In fact, this guy kept beeping in his heart: This old guy Zhoucao will definitely do bad things in this life and in his previous life. It makes no sense to shoot a headshot from 60 meters away with a short spray gun with a single-point bullet!

"Well done! Goose goose goose~" Boris was stunned for a moment, his muscles trembled and he laughed out loud, "Man, I really have you, I feel so comfortable, it feels so damn good. I have been putting up with this weird old turtle for a long time. "