Chapter 53: Chapter 47: Money Is a Deadly Blade
The ants are about to occupy their home on the other side of the tunnel where they’ve stayed for seventeen years, establishing their castle and kingdom, without much need for interference from me.
However, there’s something eerie over there.
Fu Qingjun tried to hold up a dazed ant to peer out of the room window, but the outside world was enveloped in an unprecedented thick white fog, making it impossible to see the distant buildings and skyscrapers.
Is it a foggy day?
He hadn’t the slightest idea of what had happened here in the past few days.
It felt as if within the fog outside, there was an alien world shrouded in murky shadows, with terrifying and malevolent supernatural powers, causing extreme unease...
Not to mention the mutated cockroaches that appeared in the room, exaggerated to the point they could duel with the seven-times-speed Martial Arts Grandmaster ants, dodging several volleys of arrows, it just felt bizarre!
"It’s only been five days, right? What exactly happened here?"
Fu Qingjun took a deep breath.
Everything can only rely on the ants to explore, hoping there are survivors in the fog.
But the new Ant Kingdom civilization is only just getting started, during Jiaxia’s time of prosperity, it would take two to three days; now Fu Qingjun feels it needs at least one or two days to settle.
Of course, Fu Qingjun feels that perhaps one day when he wakes up, these pioneers have mysteriously been wiped out without surprise.
After all, without the suppressive Jiaxia-level fourth realm martial power, it’s still too weak...
But anyway... on this side, I’m definitely safe.
And now, I can only watch their primitive accumulation period, unable to help much, still need to think about setting up the base camp, the issue of the original owner’s identity also needs to be resolved,
"If possible, during this World War II era, establishing a company and forming a force, it might not be impossible to expand the exploration of post-apocalyptic ruins...."
Fu Qingjun, the former influential figure at the train station in this world, would be a good identity to start.
He directly knocked on Li Mo’s door next door.
"It’s getting dark, what’s the matter?"
Li Mo next door opened the door and looked at him in surprise.
She was surprised to see Fu Qingjun, not just poking his head out anymore.
Fu Qingjun deliberately flexed his strong muscles, and the faintly visible eight-pack abs under his clothes, speaking straightforwardly: "The watch and music box are right here, what do you think?"
Ah!
Li Mo looked in delight at the two exquisite items in front of her, holding them dearly, "It’s so beautiful! It’s the first time I’ve seen something so small and delicate, it’s actually four to five times smaller, so light!"
Fu Qingjun simply smiled, "If you like them, you can have these two."
Li Mo blushed, "Sorry, that’s too valuable, it’s not appropriate for us two..."
"These are prepaid rewards, in the future you’ll be responsible for selling these two, you must have enough understanding of our products."
Fu Qingjun said: "I promised you before, wouldn’t go back on my word; you said you didn’t want to be a dance teacher, come to the train station to be a clerk...I said okay, and now there’s an even better clerk opportunity, responsible for sales."
Li Mo thought for a moment and took them while still blushing.
Indeed, the small and exquisite mechanical craftsmanship, to anyone in this era, possesses immense allure.
This is still using this world’s watch construction blueprints; if Fu Qingjun could obtain modern blueprints from the original post-apocalyptic ruins, it would completely astonish them.
"By the way, do you know about finance?" Fu Qingjun asked.
Li Mo shook her head, "I know how to write, but for finance, I know a sister who can do accounting..."
"There are quite a few who can do it, but it needs to be reliable, like you, trustworthy." Fu Qingjun said, the one handling money is crucial.
She immediately said: "Reliable! Definitely reliable! I vouch with my character, but her husband’s been dead for a long time, those neighboring women and ruffians, jealous of her literacy and education, they defame her as indecent, sleeping around, being a slut, her reputation is very bad.... her integrity’s lacking, so no one dares to hire her for accounting..."
Fu Qingjun just remained silent, yet during wartime eras, indeed there are many widows behind the front lines, this is the sorrow of war.
He asked: "Where does she live?"
"In the slums."
Fu Qingjun considered upon hearing that.
Currently they reside in the common people’s area, surroundings are very old.
But actually, besides those real lords and aristocratic families’ areas, here is the general public area.
Those with some status would live here, especially the residential buildings in this vicinity, with water and electricity available during this era, able to light electric lamps at night, already considered very good treatment.
Whereas the slums seem to be truly chaotic.
"Tomorrow, bring the Little Sona Overlord, we’ll go take a look." Fu Qingjun said, taking our third in command Sona Little Overlord over there, there should be no issues.
...
At night, Fu Qingjun glanced again at the corpse.
Hmm...
Since crossing over to this world, it’s been dead for five or six days, stubbornly not decaying, even gradually turning into a mummy itself.
"Alas! How to transport it to the first floor and dig a pit to bury it?"
He thought for a moment, after seventeen cycles, seems to have grown quite thick-skinned, still planning to wait until he grows stronger before dealing with it, his muscle training progressing rapidly every day.
The night deepened.
Qin Hong again participated in the Divine Demon Night Banquet, getting familiar with escaping steps and fighting skills, showing significant progress in this round of continuous evolution:
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Killed eleven more enemies overnight.
"Feels close! My Flying Duck People race is about to evolve successfully...if completed, flap wings, wield a bow and arrow as Celestial Duck Beast, hover to strike the ground."