My Doomsday Train.

Chapter 110 My name is Li Yi, and that guy calls me Uncle Li.

7 million units of iron ore.

It is equivalent to half a level 2 iron mine, worthy of being a level 4 train. It is much more than the iron ore units he obtained when he devoured Kun Ye’s locomotive.

The amount of iron ore obtained by the "Ground Core Furnace" when it devours different accessories is different.

For example, if he devours one of his ordinary carriages, he can obtain 50 units of iron ore, which is equivalent to returning half of it, but if he devours some ruined carriages or other accessories, the amount will be much less.

But after all, it was free, which is enough.

especially.
There are also a lot of resources piled up in this train.
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"12 units of iron ore, 4 units of copper ore, and 3700 units of wood."

"12 units of spider silk, one special item, two blueprints, a rifle, and some bullets."

"Sixteen cartons of cigarettes, two bottles of baijiu, three cured pork ribs, and even a fat pig weighing several hundred pounds frozen in the freezer."

"Some daily necessities collected from the ruins of the city."
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"The ancients were right indeed."

Chen Mang was standing outside the train in the cave, listening to the sound of the underground river flowing beside him. The headlights of the train illuminated the entire cave space. He took the list of harvests handed to him by Biaozi and sighed with emotion.

Killing and robbing is really a good way to make a fortune.

of course.

There are not many iron ore and copper ore. After all, these two resources are necessities. No one will store too many of these resources on their train. Use as much as you can. Any improvement in the train's strength is good.

At most, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of yuan will be left to maintain the daily operation of the train.

After he mines these two iron mines, the resources he gains will definitely be more than what is listed here.

But... it's too complicated!
That's everything.

There is even spider silk, a total of 12 units of spider silk. This guy doesn't have any "spider legs" accessories on his car. Why does he have so much spider silk? I don't know where he got it from. I'm afraid he must have slaughtered a nest of "man-eating spiders".

His "spider legs" haven't been upgraded for a long time, and now the food is directly fed into his mouth.

You have to eat it.

He threw all the rifles, bullets, and other items directly into the "Earth Core Furnace". He also placed the special props and blueprints in the train room. He would go and check them out later.

"Um"

Chen Mang thought for a while, then looked at the old pig beside him and said with a smile, "Go ask the people down there if there are any skilled cooks. Leave this pig with you. We'll go to Shahe City later and see if we can find some vermicelli noodles and cabbage. We can make a pork and vermicelli stew for everyone."

"Back when we were in the Abyss of Doom, I promised everyone that I would make chicken soup for everyone."

"That egg-laying pig is quite happy. I don't want to kill it, so I'll eat this pig instead."

"Eat bread every day and make it whole."

"You don't have to pay for meat coupons. Everyone gets one. It's just a train benefit."

"correct--"

Speaking of meat coupons, Chen Mang paused briefly before speaking seriously, "When we designed the 'meat coupon' concept, we initially intended it to only allow for the purchase of meat. The concept of a store came later. Now that 'meat coupons' have become a train currency, calling them that is no longer appropriate."

"Change the name to Stellar Voucher."

"Also, pick out the daily necessities you've collected and put them in the store."

"Understood. I'll arrange it later."

Old Pig, who was standing by, nodded seriously, took out a small notebook from his arms and started recording quickly.

After giving these instructions, Chen Mang glanced at the residents not far away who had received pickaxes and started mining. Without staying any longer, he strode towards his train room. The Star Train would be mining here for the next few days.

However, he now needs to see the effects of those special props and blueprints, and upgrade the train to a level 4 train.

Pork and cabbage stewed with vermicelli

Lao Zhu looked at Mang Ye's departing back, and his throat couldn't help rolling a few times, with saliva faintly rising in his mouth. His food treatment was considered good on the Star Train, but every meal was still roujiamo.

In the end of the world, you should be happy to have this kind of food.

He is also quite content.

Although it was indeed a bit greasy and there was no other type of food, after hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar words "pork, cabbage and vermicelli stew", his mouth began to subconsciously secrete saliva.

He seemed to have faintly smelled the fragrance.

"It smells so good!" Biaozi, who was standing nearby, also smiled naively with a dazed look in his eyes. "Let's have a steamed bun and dip it in the soup. It's so soft. Put the cabbage, vermicelli and pork mixed together in your mouth. It tastes so good."

"Damn it, I can't think about it. I can't wait to go to Shahe City!"

"If I can't find cabbage and vermicelli, I'll die!"

"You dare to raise such a flag?" Old Pig looked back at Biaozi with a strange expression. "Alright, get to work. Go and find out the backgrounds of those survivors. This time, I didn't say who to kill. Keep the deputy conductor and his thugs, and find out the relationship between the remaining people and the conductor."

"After you finish the trial, I will arrange for them."

"I need to go check on the statistics over there. Damn, without a computer, compiling the data of more than a thousand people is a huge job. It's a headache."

Biaozi glanced at Li Shiji who was not far away and said: "Why don't you go ask this kid? He's smart, maybe he has a solution."

"I asked."

"That's what he said."

"He said bugs are common and unavoidable. It's okay as long as it works roughly. Even with computers, bugs are inevitable."

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"Okay, I won't talk to you about this anymore." Lao Zhu waved his hand and walked away: "I already have a vague idea, so I'll get busy."

My name is Li Yi.

Before the end of the world, I was an executive in a company, earning a million dollars a year. My annual income was equivalent to an average person's ten years' income.

I believed that I had rich management skills, especially in the middle-level position, and I had enough experience. After the end of the world, I was captured by several trains and taken as a slave.

In Master Kun's slave carriage, I was already in a daze and had no hope for the future.

The city is destroyed.

There are almost no compatriots to be seen in the entire wilderness. Even if the train temporarily protects my life, I don’t know where to go or what to do next. I have no home anymore and this world has abandoned me.

Only when I am mining can I seem to find a glimmer of meaning in my existence.

at this time.

I saw a man with a completely different temperament from me. That man did not have any despair about the future, and he was completely different from the other slaves who were in a daze. He had a fierce look in his eyes and a cold face as he occupied the only straw mat in the train.

This man didn't seem to be in despair at all because of being in the end of the world.

I became a little curious about him.

Until I saw a strong man go forward to provoke me and was killed by this man in just tens of seconds, I turned my eyes away from this man. For some reason, when I looked at him, I felt my eyes were very hot, as if I was looking directly at the sun.

They are very wild and have a strong sense of faith. Even if their homeland is destroyed in the apocalypse, they will not despair of the future.

I consider myself to be half-cultured, but it took me a few seconds to find an adjective that vaguely fits this man.

after that
Then, as if the accelerator button was pressed, Kun Ye's train suddenly died. This man built the "Star" train, and I became the first slave to join this train. I watched this train, which had just been born from its cradle, grow rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I have seen with my own eyes that the number of carriages is increasing, and the various firepower accessories are also increasing.

I saw with my own eyes that the number of slaves on the train was increasing rapidly. Before I could react, the Star Train had grown into a giant train in the wilderness.

I saw with my own eyes that the treatment of the slaves on the train improved from two slices of moldy bread a day at the beginning to twenty slices of soft sandwich bread a day later.

I saw with my own eyes that the train was upgraded from level 1 to level 2, and then to level 3, and even reached the advanced area "Shahe Plain".

I have witnessed the growth of Stellar Train firsthand.

I thought of many ways to stand out from the slaves and become a middle-level manager of this train. I believe that this train will be able to go further in the future, and may even become the Noah's Ark in the doomsday, carrying the remaining human civilization to survive in this hopeless and despairing world.

Perhaps this train is the last hope of human civilization.

I want to contribute to the development of the Star Train. I am eager to join the construction process of the Star Train and I am also eager to follow that man.

Working with such people, even I feel a little more hope for the future.

I tried many ways to get ahead.

I even selected my confidants in advance after becoming a middle-level manager. I wanted to show my talent by suppressing the rebellious slaves, and I wanted to find a way to stand out at the reform conference after leaving the wasteland.
but--

All ended in failure.

The kid next to me often puts pressure on me, which makes me often regret telling him my plans and visions. If I don’t tell him, there will be no one to put pressure on me, and I won’t feel embarrassed if the plan fails.

I have doubted myself countless times, thinking that maybe I really don't have any talent. I even thought about just being a slave on the train.

Oh no, resident.

The train has been reformed.

But, I never expected that I would eventually become a middle-level manager of the "Star Train" and the plan was finally successful.

But it wasn't my plan that succeeded, it was that kid's plan that succeeded.

My name is Li Yi, and that guy calls me Uncle Li.

Uncle Li, standing on the ground of the cave with a dazed look in his eyes, still hasn't come back to his senses for a long time. He looks at the young boy standing beside him with an excited look on his face and the mang man standing on the ground with a cane.

This was the first time he had such close contact with Mr. Mang.

He even felt his breathing become faster.

And the pig driver was striding towards him not far away. He usually had no chance to get so close to the pig driver.

"Old pig."

Chen Mang waved at Old Pig, who was walking towards him, and then casually put his arm around Uncle Li. "That guy just came to me and said that Uncle Li used to be a senior executive in a large company and had also been a financial director. He had strong management skills and was quite sensitive to numbers."

"I think the statistics over there are quite tricky."

"I've given you this person. Let him try it out. If there are no problems after a few days, I'll give him the treatment of a Level 3 senior talent."

"Oh yeah, and this kid, let him help Uncle Li and get the same treatment as Uncle Li."

And this time.

Uncle Li, who was standing aside, finally came to his senses. He bowed down in fear and said in a trembling voice, "Master Mang, just call me Xiao Li."

Chen Mang didn't say anything, just patted Uncle Li on the shoulder, then turned around and walked towards the train room again. This time no one stopped him.

After Mr. Mang left.

The old pig looked at the two men holding pickaxes in front of him with a strange expression: "You are quite brave, running around during mining time and trying to stop Mr. Mang. You are quite a character!"

"But we really still need both of you now."

"follow me."

"My head is almost spinning with statistics. If you do a good job, you two will both receive Level 3 Senior Talent treatment. You'll be able to stay in the Senior Talent Carriage and receive two 'Stellar Vouchers' every day."

"Come quickly."

"very perfect."

In guard car No. 7, Old Pig looked at the table and statistical method Uncle Li handed him, grinning with satisfaction. "According to your statistical method, the three-way cross-pollination will indeed greatly reduce data errors. However, the workload is relatively large, so I'll have to trouble you in the future."

"You will be staying in the No. 6 male senior personnel carriage from now on. It's a hard sleeper, just like mine."

"I won't have to mine anymore. I'll just be responsible for this."

"There's only one person, Li Shiji, living in that carriage right now, and only one person, Ji Chuchu, living in carriage number 5 for senior female talents right now. Don't look around blindly, don't listen blindly, and don't walk around blindly."

"There's nothing special about the rest, but the ability is still okay."

"Why have you been hiding your talent and mining? Were you exhausted before the apocalypse? After the apocalypse, you don't feel like using your brain much anymore. You want to relax and consider it an early retirement?"

After Lao Zhu made a joke, he walked out of the car with a smile.

"Okay, go ahead. I'm going to get busy first."

In carriage No. 6 for senior male talents.

"Cool!"

The moment the young man who had been following Uncle Li walked into the carriage, he couldn't help but throw himself on the bed, covering his face with the pillow, taking a greedy deep breath, and muttering intoxicatedly.

"It's been a long time since I've been able to stretch out and sleep so comfortably. And the bed is so soft, with my own pillow, mattress, and quilt!"

“There’s still so much space!”

"It's so fucking good!"

"Uncle Li, why do you look unhappy?"

Uncle Li, standing in the aisle of carriage No. 6, looked out the window at the group of miners. After a long silence with a complicated expression, he spoke hoarsely, "Although the result is exactly as I expected, the process was a path I had never imagined."

“Is that right?”

"Isn't that right?"

The boy stretched out with a satisfied look on his face, lying on the soft pillow with a look of enjoyment on his face: "This is not a school test. The teacher will still give you a grade based on your answer process."

"As long as the answer is right."

"Whatever the process is."

(End of this chapter)