With the establishment of a regular guard patrol, the base's security has been greatly improved.
Most of the guards lived in tents because the sudden surge in numbers led to food shortages at the base.
Wei Lun returned to the modern era, bringing back a large number of boxed lunches, which were piled up in the basement warehouse.
Because of the better food, the base guards' morale improved from being pale and sickly to having rosy cheeks, much to the envy of those who came to scout from the valley outpost.
On this day
Weren convened a meeting of the guard's main commanders to discuss methods for independent weapons production.
For a long time, Weren's guards have relied on purchasing weapons from outside, which not only requires a lot of financial resources but also carries a risk.
If a large number of boxed meals are left outside, someone will investigate.
Recently, strangers have been frequently appearing near the base, which has aroused Weren's suspicion.
"Tell me, how do we solve the weapons problem?"
Wei Lun didn't want the goods he brought to attract the covetous eyes of others. Although he now had a guard of a hundred men, they were nothing but ants in the eyes of some large settlements. Even if they sent out a few hundred men with the most advanced weapons, the base would have a hard time protecting itself.
"Boss, I think we should go check out the military factory. Maybe we can find a production line there!"
Lei Long was carefree, because in his view, weapon production lines must be in military factories. However, he did not expect that military factories in the post-apocalyptic world were basically controlled by people with powerful backgrounds, because the demand for weapons and the high demand in the wasteland made it highly unlikely that they would set up production lines in military factories.
"Are you stupid? You know military factories have production lines, but others don't?"
Zeng Guangtian tapped Lei Long on the head and said disdainfully, "Actually, I also want to go to the military factory to see if I can find a bargain."
Although it is the apocalypse, food is far more important than weapons. Weapons can be produced, but food cannot be produced at all in the wasteland. Apart from extracting high protein from mutated cattle and sheep, there is basically no way out.
Someone once tried to grow food on the wasteland. It did grow, but the food was mutated and inedible. Eating it caused chronic poisoning, which was very serious. In the end, they gave up and could only try hydroponics, but the yield was very limited.
"Gentlemen, here's what we'll do: some of you will patrol and guard the base, while others will go out and scout out where there are weapons production lines. We don't need them urgently right now, but we need to look for opportunities. If we find any, that would be great; if not, we'll just keep buying them."
After Wei Lun spoke, everyone stood up straight, looking completely obedient. The apocalypse had temporarily stabilized. Although they didn't know what they would face in the future, with the hundred-man guard, they at least had the ability to protect themselves.
The most pressing need right now is modern development. With so much technology in this post-apocalyptic world, you could easily become a millionaire by taking just one back with you.
"Tell me what skills the people you're recruiting have. I need to select some talents who will be of great use."
Wei Lun was filled with anticipation. After all, talent is the primary productive force. When he gave the order to recruit, he hoped to recruit some high-level talents who could be used for his own purposes.
"Chemical manufacturing, pilots, software applications, mechanical production, engineers, singers, stock market forecasters, planting experts, architects, artillery researchers..."
The group began reporting on the skills of the guards, but Wei Lun, upon hearing this, exclaimed, "Damn, they have all sorts of talents!" and quickly interrupted.
"Alright, alright, that's enough. Now I'll ask you guys something. Qin Mutong told me before that there was a holographic communication technology before the apocalypse, right?"
Wei Lun was very interested in this. You know, this technology would definitely attract attention in modern times. Just imagine, you're holding your phone to make a call, and a person's image appears and talks to you, while others can only hold their phones to their ears. Such a huge difference is simply revolutionary technology!
"Boss, that's outdated. There aren't any telecom operators left in the apocalypse!"
When Zeng Guangtian heard his boss talk about this technology, he couldn't understand why his boss would be interested in it. He thought that fancy technology was only popular in peacetime, and now it was not only useless, but also consumed a lot of financial and human resources.
"Never mind that, who knows this technology?"
Wei Lun asked again with great interest, "If this technology can be realized, then in modern times, I will be a tech fanatic, the most successful entrepreneur, and a super internet celebrity!"
Before the disaster, Du Kun was a software engineer working in a national-level research studio, so this kind of technology was child's play for him. Hesitantly raised his hand and said:
"Boss, this technology is very simple, I can do it myself. All you need to do is assign me two assistants. The supercomputer we brought back last time can be used."
This was truly effortless; it turned out that members of their own guard possessed this skill.
Wow, amazing! I completely underestimated them before. They deserve extra chicken legs! One chicken leg for each of them!
"Du Kun, are you telling the truth?"
Wei Lun's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, suddenly began to pound violently, as if a man hadn't seen a woman in ten years had become incredibly excited.
"Boss, this is very simple. The principle is to fully utilize the chip's computing power to control the refracted light on the screen and create a two-dimensional interaction with the image of the character. Moreover, it can be achieved with just one software. This used to be a required course for us when we graduated from university."
Du Kun described some basic information about holographic projection communication technology. He was initially a little inferior because among the guards were officers, executives, and chemical experts, while he was the only one who studied the most useless software engineering. However, he did not expect that the boss would need him first!
Wei Lun quickly pulled out his iPhone and the knock-off Android phone he was planning to get rid of but hadn't thrown away yet.
"Du Kun, take a look at these two phones. Can they implement the technology you mentioned?"
His heart pounded, and Wei Lun nervously watched Du Kun, silently praying, "It has to work, it has to work..."
"Boss, what kind of phone is this? Is it some kind of antique? Why is it so big?"
Du Kun was stunned when he looked at the phone. Could there really be such a big phone in the world? Wasn't it just a pair of glasses?
Before the apocalypse, mobile phones had all evolved into a pair of glasses, but all the functions were not much different from these phones, just in a different shape. They were cooler to use, so they eventually replaced these tablet phones.
"That's not impossible, boss. This antique is very valuable. If we find someone who likes it, it can sell for at least a thousand crystal cores!"
Du Kun looked regretful. Although everyone was very interested in the antique phone, they didn't know where the boss had gotten such an outdated phone.
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