After viewing the first floor of the villa, Lu Yuan followed the real estate agent to the second floor.

A spacious living room with several small rooms next to it, each with a different style and design.

"These are the children's rooms, there are five in total, and each one has a different style. If you have the money, you can even hire a top designer to redesign them for you, but of course, the price will be very high!"

Lu Yuan nodded silently, looking at these beautiful children's rooms, and felt a strange desire to own them.

He gently pushed open the door to the smallest room. The room was simply furnished with a bed, a small desk with a nightlight on it, and SpongeBob SquarePants and various cartoon characters painted on the walls. This made Lu Yuan think that it would be quite nice if his future child were born here.

However, he quickly dismissed this unrealistic idea. After all, raising a child in this era was really not easy. First of all, there was the living environment. The place was full of radioactive dust, and the child's tender body simply could not withstand such radiation damage.

Secondly, there's the issue of his living environment. Various riots occur daily in the factory area, and injuries happen frequently. Even those who work honestly still need to consider their livelihood. Furthermore, there are no schools here, making it a problem for children to attend school. Families with better financial conditions can hire a private tutor, but those with poorer conditions have no choice but to bring their children to and from get off work.

Forget it, having children... let's talk about that later!

Lu Yuan put aside his thoughts and then went up to the third floor with the real estate agent.

"This place is much bigger! There are eight rooms in total, each with its own bathroom. This is also where guests stay; you can leave your friends here when you have a party!"

"Five rooms downstairs and eight rooms upstairs... that should be enough!"

"Of course it's enough! I just don't know if you have enough money!" The other person glanced at Lu Yuan.

"We'll see!"

Then we continued up to the fourth and fifth floors.

The fourth floor is the master bedroom, which is spacious and equipped with a bathroom, study, separate dining room, conference room, and other rooms. It has everything you need. The fifth floor is an observation deck with an entertainment room and a cinema. Lu Yuan was itching to see it. Before the apocalypse, he had never thought of making his house like this. At that time, he only thought about surviving and never dared to think about enjoying life. Now that he was in this place, he realized that people could live such a carefree life.

"Sigh! Anyone who didn't know better would think this was before the apocalypse! By the way, let's talk about the price!"

The real estate agent stood under the sunroom on the top floor, looking at the lush greenery in the spacious villa area.

"This villa is priced at five million! Are you interested?"

"What? Five million?"

"Haha! I knew you'd make that face! Five million! You earn a thousand a month, and even with your family and friends combined, you only make twenty thousand a month. To earn five million, you'd probably have to live until the end of the apocalypse! Haha!"

The real estate agent laughed so hard he clutched his stomach, as if he had just told something extremely funny. He laughed until he was speechless, his face turning bright red.

"Is it that funny?" Lu Yuan rolled his eyes at the other person.

The other person leaned on the railing for a long time to recover, but still felt a throbbing pain in their face.

"Of course it's funny! What, don't you find it funny? The apocalypse is over! Haha!" The other person laughed again.

Lu Yuan didn't stop the other person from smiling. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and quietly watched the green garden downstairs and the robots coming and going.

Do you know where the sweatshop is?

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the real estate agent looked at Lu Yuan's serious expression, somewhat puzzled.

"Why are you asking this? Are you planning to go work in a sweatshop?"

"Um!"

"By the way, tell me about sweatshops!"

Lu Yuan handed the man a cigarette. The real estate agent hesitated for a moment, then looked down at the robot and finally took the cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"If you really want to die, you don't have to choose a sweatshop! You can't come back alive from there!"

"I know, I just want to know what's inside a sweatshop!"

"Hehe! Okay, let's see if what I'm about to say will make you give up on this idea!"

After saying that, the other person took a deep drag on his cigarette. It seemed like he hadn't smoked in a long time, and he was so choked that tears were about to stream down his face.

Lu Yuan gently patted the other person on the back: "If you don't smoke, don't waste it! I was just being polite! Here, have some candy!"

"You son of a bitch, who do you think you are!"

After saying that, the other person took another puff, still looking like he was choking, but he managed to hold it in without making a sound, occasionally blowing smoke rings out of his nostrils.

"The sweatshop wasn't originally called a sweatshop; it was actually a place that specifically handled nuclear waste! However, because too many technicians died there, they contracted out the nuclear waste processing facility to other companies to minimize losses!"

Lu Yuan nodded indifferently: "No wonder it's called a sweatshop; it really is built on human lives!"

"That's right! Do you know where our electricity comes from?"

"Isn't the electricity generated by that nuclear power plant?"

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