"Old friend, I didn't expect that I'm back."

He was "escorted" to the abandoned town by several Black Hand soldiers. In the room where Roger was, Jiang Xia saw Roger standing in front of him as soon as he entered the door.

A smile appeared on his face, like an old friend reunion, spreading his arms towards Roger.

The latter also had a hypocritical smile on his face and hugged Jiang Xia once.

The two patted each other on their shoulders, completely different from the tense scenes of gritting teeth and falling in love and killing each other, and it was really like an old friend reunion.

Jiang Xia has no psychological pressure.

But Jasmine, who was following him, was not like this.

The girl was holding the pulse pistol tightly. The baby's old goggles were worn around her neck. Her fingers were too hard, so she was a little convulsed. The encounter with four or five guns just now was too irritating.

The Black Hand Association and the Immortal Society have conflicts, and the murderous intent on the soldiers just now cannot be faked. This feeling of giving their lives to others is too bad.

She really doesn't want to do it again.

But the boss is really amazing.

Jasmine followed Jiang Xia on the edge of the house, watching Jiang Xia and Roger chatting and laughing. This idea came out of her little head. Is he really not afraid at all?

"Don't be afraid, it won't start a fight."

Su noticed Jasmine's nervous expression, and he whispered to Jasmine. The latter raised his head and glanced at him, but still did not let go of the pistol in his hand.

She is now an employee of Jiang Xia, so she naturally has to listen to Jiang Xia’s words.

"Su, didn't you bring some specialties there? Take them out for your boss to try them out, and then go outside to share the water, food, etc.

Everyone has lived a hard life in this desert, so today I will consider it to improve my life."

Jiang Xia was not polite and sat on the only two chairs in this shabby house, waved behind her, and gave orders to Su naturally.

Su took off a few oil paper bags from his body, placed them on the table made of alloy boxes, and looked at Roger again.

The two looked at each other.

Roger's eyes were full of relaxation and gentleness.

He nodded to Su and signaled him to do it, no need to worry.

Su nodded too.

The young man stood up and looked at Jiang Xia, who was sitting on the chair with the big golden knife. He and Roger must have something to talk about, and it is not convenient for him to participate.

Then he turned around and left, and before he took a few steps, he heard Jiang Xia say again:

"Don't forget to use chip communication to eavesdrop on what I said to you before coming. Adults speak, children don't interrupt... Jasmine is staring at you."

This is a warning.

Su spent three days there and knew a lot of inside information.

Before the negotiation, he should not be allowed to talk too much. If he is caught by Roger, the old fox, the business he wants to negotiate will be very troublesome.

Standing behind Jiang Xia, Jasmine also imitated Jiang Xia's appearance and pointed at Su's forehead with a malicious smile on her face.

It means that she is monitoring the information wave frequency band, so Su doesn't want to do anything.

Su curled his lips and wanted to tell Roger something, but he couldn't say anything anymore. He looked back at Roger, who gave him a reassuring look.

The young man walked out of the house, and three gun-carried companions were guarding outside the door, so as not to have problems inside.

The other soldiers who received the news also rushed over. Even the strong man who had won the wrestle before, carrying his pants and running over with the red-faced and disheveled female warrior Emily.

Su brought back a lot of things, mostly for eating and drinking. The taste may not be good, but it is definitely much better than the liquid and nutritious meals on the wasteland.

There is also a bit of dry wine, and the taste is very good.

Everyone gathered together and took large and small bags from Su. Some had already started eating, and some were still talking to Su. There were bursts of surprise or cheers burst into the crowd of more than a dozen people.

Su was also very relaxed. Finally, he looked back at the room, then carried some food, surrounded by everyone, and walked towards the bar.

Today is destined to be a good day for a party.

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"Your men are so energetic."

It became quiet outside the room, and the conversation in the room had just begun. Jiang Xia reached out and opened the oil paper bags on the table in front of her. The aroma of bacon and dishes echoed, and there were some buns that Mrs. Niu had good hands.

For a business negotiation, such a seat is a bit too simple, but for the wasteland situation, it is already abundant enough.

Jiang Xia made a "please" move, he leaned on the chair and said to Roger:

"I really don't understand why you wastelanders have such a bad life. Why are there so many happy things every day?"

"You will understand if you live here for a few more years."

Roger did not answer this question, and he didn't care whether the food in front of him had anything to put. He reached out and picked up a bun, looked in front of him, then put it into his mouth and took a bite.

The meat filling is mixed with fragrant vegetable leaves and moderately sour and soft dough. After biting it, the taste is complicated and makes people feel very enjoyable.

The black fox in the wasteland didn't care about his eating behavior. He ate a bun in a few bites and gave Jiang Xia a thumbs up to him, indicating that it was good.

Then use the fork at hand and put a piece of beef into your mouth.

This morning I was drinking on an empty stomach, which made me feel warm and comfortable.

"Thank you for taking care of Su for me these ten days."

Roger ate a few pieces of meat, reached out to the iron cabinet next to him, opened the drawer, took out a wooden box, opened it, took out two well-wrapped cigars from it, and threw one for Jiang Xia.

He said:

"Thank you too, for saving his life and sending him home. This is a cigar left by my grandfather. This is a good product that even if you have money, you can't buy.

The food items produced before the nuclear war are now considered luxury goods. I’ll give them to you to give them to me, just treat them as thanks.”

Jiang Xia took it in her hand, opened the packaging, pinched it very well, put it beside her mouth, snapped her fingers, Jasmine behind her curled her lips and stretched out her left finger.

A small fire-breathing tube stepped out of the prosthesis to light a cigar for Jiang Xia.

"Furo..."

Jiang Xia was like an authentic old smoker, and he had a breath of smoke. His mind was a little confused, as if he was drunk. He liked this feeling and leaned comfortably on the chair.

He raised his legs again and looked at Roger in front of him and continued to bury his head to eat buns.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke:

"Talk about the serious business."

"good."

Roger stuffed the last bun into his mouth, wiped his mouth with the unique bold movements of the wasteland people, raised his head, and lit a cigar for himself.

While swallowing clouds and fog, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Xia.

explain:

"What do we have to pay to get you to take us there?"

Jiang Xia shrugged, stretched out her hand, drew a circle in front of her eyes, and said:

“I have a big appetite.”

Roger fell into silence.

The light in the house was a little dim. In the light shining outside the window, there was still dust flying and no one spoke. Jiang Xia seemed to be in a hurry.

He just looked at Roger, waiting for him to make a decision.

"You're in trouble?"

Roger said:

"You stopped Su from saying some information to me. Do you want me to get the initiative? You are hiring us?"

"Heng? This word is well used."

Jiang Xia blew up the ashes and said slowly:

"But I have no money, so I can't hire it. Why not do this? Don't ask for a salary. In the future, I will work with me and share your shares. How about it?"

"It's really a big appetite."

Roger laughed, then picked up a piece of dried fried fish, and put it into his mouth without spitting out bones, making a crackling sound.

He said:

"I told you before that we are not escaping. We still have accounts to settle here. We will come back sooner or later. Have you forgotten?"

"I don't need you all to go there either."

Jiang Xia said:

"There are many things you are good at and can't be done there. Let's admit that I need you to come back occasionally, and I need the productivity of your world.

You see, I am not a war dealer and have no interest in fighting. I am a businessman. If I want to do business, I have no products, what kind of business?”

Roger nodded.
To be continued...