I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

[The Golden Apple? The fu*king Golden Apple again.]

Two clues intermingled in his head.

Based on the Golden Apple symbol on Carmen’s ring, Rothschild may have some connection to the Golden Apple.

Based on Natasha’s words, Willie society was also connected to the Golden Apple.

Then Rothschild must be connected to the Willie society somehow!

[Allies?]

Jiang Chen frowned but immediately rejected the thought.

The Rothschild family was Jewish and even supported the founding of Israel. Considering what Natasha said, the Willie society consisted of Neo-Nazis. Therefore, the two groups had to be in an eternal rivalry.

[So, are they competitors then?]

Jiang Chen closed his eyes; his deductive skills were only mediocre at best. Without any more clues, this was the only conclusion he arrived at.

Natasha definitely didn’t provide him with all the information. Jiang Chen wasn’t even sure how much they know about the Golden Apple.

“Have you heard of the Golden Apple?” Natasha asked.

“The apple that Eve and Adam ate?” Jiang Chen disguised the shock in his mind and spoke with a smile.

He wouldn’t tell Natasha what the Golden Apple actually was, just like how she must’ve held back some information from him. It was better to play the fool now; his instincts told him that a lot of people were searching for the Apple.

It was obvious as to why everyone wanted to control the mystery behind the Nazi’s technology.

Natasha’s question may have been a test to begin with.

Although Jiang Chen really wanted to explain to her that the knock-off Golden Apple was at best a one-way radio that received certain information based on a specific time frame but didn’t possess the ability to communicate with the future… No one would accept his explanation anyways.

“… You need to catch up on your history; the Golden Apple originated from Greek Mythology, not the <Bible>.” Natasha glared at him and took a sip of beer.

“Is that so? I will remember your words. It’s getting late, time to sleep.” Jiang Chen got up and headed inside.

“Hello? About the arms – are you going to buy them or not?” Natasha turned her head and shouted at him with her mouth reeking of alcohol.

“Submarines and vessels – I’ll only buy these two, nothing else.”

Jiang Chen closed the door.

…

[Submarines and vessels, those are going to be hard to secure…] Natasha frowned.

Although they were included as part of the arms sales project, they were usually only sold to their allies.

[It was better to contact the ministry of national defense…]

Natasha took out her satellite phone.

What she didn’t know was that Ayesha, in the next room, was monitoring her calls under Jiang Chen’s instructions.

…

Jiang Chen had a great sleep that night.

What woke him up from his dream was the sound of the tide shuffling and the tickling of his ear.

He opened his eyes and saw a pair of sapphire-like pupils.

It was Ayesha.

She was kneeling beside the bed, watching him quietly.

“Are you a cat?” Jiang Chen caressed her face with a smile.

It was rumored that cats would observe their owners while they slept. Although he didn’t know if the urban legend was true or not, Jiang Chen thought Ayesha gazing at him was cute.

Ayesha closed her eyes as she leaned her head against Jiang Chen’s warm head and gently asked:

“Should we go see the sunrise first or eat breakfast?”

“Let’s see the sunrise first,” Jiang Chen said then sat up on the bed.

After a few routine stretching exercises, he walked outside with Ayesha.

When he was outside, he was surprised to find that Natasha was already up. And by the looks of it, she already took a morning jog.

“I’m really curious – considering how sluggish your routine is, could you still beat me now?” Looking at Jiang Chen with eyes still half-closed, Natasha joked.

[Funny, do I need to exercise to beat you?]

Jiang Chen ignored Natasha and walked out on the beat, took a breath of fresh air, faced the turbulent waves and shouted.

“Ahhh-!”

This loud roar felt so delightful. With Natasha rolling her eyes, Jiang Chen laughed presumptuously then took Ayesha to go wake Xia Shiyu up.

The four of them then headed to the east beach to watch the sunrise and returned to the cabin for breakfast.

Right now, the satellite TV in the living room was playing CNN’s morning news.

The news was reporting on the open trial records of the supreme court of Xin regarding the captured country F soldiers. 41 F soldiers who disguised as pirates and trespassed on another country’s territory shocked the world; it made the world understand how shameless a country could be. The 59 casualties were unfortunate but deserved. Xin’s government was willing to return the soldiers’ bodies back; they would mockingly place country F’s flag on the 59 caskets.

The Han media had the biggest reaction and the most unified response. They stood firmly with Xin and criticized F’s hideous actions, and they also stated that F’s actions in the south sea were unreasonable.

Because CNN had an ideology in line with the Liberal party, while they questioned some of the actions of Xin, they mostly mocked F’s unlawful “government-organized pirates.”

Aquino called for two press conferences that day – one international while the other would target the domestic population in an attempt to change F’s image, but it was futile.

“I can’t believe your security is actually pretty good. I remember F used to conduct joint military exercises with the UA before.” Natasha stuffed some buttered toast into her mouth while she chatted casually.

“So what? My soldiers are superior to them,” Jiang Chen said nonchalantly.

[It’s because of technology.]

M4A1’s bullets couldn’t penetrate the polyethylene blast board of the kinetic skeleton, but the Reaper assault rifle could penetrate most of the walls they used as cover.

“No wonder you just need submarines and vessels.” Natasha grinned before she gobbled down the last piece of toast.

“So? What’s your verdict?” Jiang Chen asked.

“I’m not the one calling the shots. I can only relay information, so I passed your request to the Kremlin.” Natasha crossed her arms and leaned into her chair.

[Is that so?]

The tips of Jiang Chen’s mouth imperceptibly curled up.

He listened to her phone call with the Kremlin last night. Her superiors’ orders for her were to try to persuade him, even if she had to sacrifice her body to better understand his connection with the Golden Apple.

Therefore, the Russians obviously understood the “use” of the Golden Apple.

Since Willie society was investigating him, the KGB became interested in him as well – this was the only explanation.

Also, Jiang Chen heard from yesterday’s conversation that the Kremlin already agreed on the arms sale because they really needed money. And Jiang Chen was a person with money who wasn’t “picky” and willing to pay for their inactive vessels.

They were right – Jiang Chen really didn’t care about the outdated technology their vessels and submarines contained since he could make modifications. For example, he could replace the engine, missiles, anti-radar equipment, and add life-detection devices.

“I’m really curious if Xin knows that the head of security for Russian diplomats is a KGB agent. What kind of expression would president Zhang have?” Jiang Chen said with a joking voice.

“It would depend on what expression you want him to have, right?” Natasha glared at Jiang Chen as she grinned back.

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes.

It wasn’t a secret after all.