Without waiting for Song Yuanqiao to speak, he asked and replied to himself: "Beihe is not as good as those large gathering places, and this thing is too rare for demon beasts."

There is only one Legion Commander in the entire Nord River, and the slave market will certainly not find one. ”

Monster ......

Not surprisingly, it should be a mutated animal that retains consciousness.

Song Yuanqiao guessed in his heart.

He looked at Zhang Shuo with a contemplative face, and said in a deep voice: "I want a scientist." ”

"Scientists?"

When Zhang Shuo heard these three words, he was completely stunned.

What is the use of scientists in this world?

It's nice to be able to support yourself.

Who's going to feed those guys who consume food, consume resources, and don't make a difference?

This is not 10 years ago!

Zhang Shuo thought of this.

It suddenly occurred to me that these people seemed to have disembarked from an old armored personnel carrier.

In these years, where is there still a place to use armored personnel carriers?

It must be their forces, developed and manufactured by themselves!

So to speak.

Do they really want to develop their own equipment?

Zhang Shuo's expression was a little strange.

This dog/day of the world, how can it be easy to use if you develop it yourself.

I really don't know what this force thinks.

Don't they lack food?

How is this possible......

After the outbreak of nuclear war, there was very little land that could be cultivated.

Food is so scarce, no matter how powerful the force is, it is impossible not to lack food!

No matter.

If they want, let it be!

"There were more than a dozen universities and two prestigious schools near the Beihe River.

However, it is not certain how many scientists are still alive. Zhang Shuo said.

"Take me to see it." Song Yuanqiao's gaze was firm.

Zhang Shuo hesitated for a moment and said, "There is definitely no slave market, except for women, there are warriors."

Go to the slums, it's possible to find a couple of old guys. ”

"Okay." Song Yuanqiao nodded.

And so—

The group returned to the slums.

Armored personnel carriers were parked on the side of the road.

Song Yuanqiao and the eight warriors walked out in turn.

When the people around saw this scene, their numb eyes revealed deep fear.

Subconsciously step back.

Most of them went straight into the dilapidated tents.

There is garbage and excrement everywhere.

A pungent smell filled the air.

Normal people can't tolerate it at all.

These people in the slums are used to it!

Song Yuanqiao let out a breath and calmed his emotions.

Immediately, he said loudly: "Recruitment!"

There is no restriction on disciplines, no restrictions on directions.

Professor's title, one month, fifty bags of rice.

Associate professor title, one month, thirty bags of rice.

Lecturer, Ph.D., a month, twenty bags of rice.

Master, a month, ten bags of rice.

Pass the exam and get a job now!

Sign up with me! ”

The words fell, and the whole slum was silent.

Everyone's numb gaze converged on Song Yuanqiao's body.

There is no restriction on disciplines, no restrictions on directions.

Professor, Associate Professor, Lecturer, Ph.D., Master's ......

Are they looking for scholars?

But—

How is this possible!?

In this world, scholars without power are the lowest level of society.

Receiving meager relief food every day, barely making ends meet.

When encountering a mutant creature attacking the city, it was used as cannon fodder and pushed to the forefront to attract attention.

Here they are garbage!

Will someone ask for garbage?

And it's a reward for fifty bags of rice!

What is the concept of fifty bags of rice?

In the entire Beihe base, there are only a handful of people who can have 50 bags of rice every month!

Except for the Legion Commander and his men, no more than fifty of the other traders can do this!

And these guys are going to be paid for fifty bags of rice!

This...... How is this possible!

No one believed they deserved such good treatment.

Ten years of struggle have made them understand a truth.

There will never be a pie in the sky.

They are garbage, the lowest level of society.

Be a cannon fodder with peace of mind and survive.

It's their life!

A pair of numb eyes turned to Song Yuanqiao.

Song Yuanqiao was stared at by these eyes, and his chest was very tight.

The whole person fell into extreme depression again.

He spoke again.

"Recruitment, no restriction on disciplines, no restrictions on directions......"

Repeated.

Still no one has come forward.

Song Yuanqiao was a little disappointed when he saw this scene.

Perhaps, as Zhang Shuo said, scientists have disappeared.

He shook his head and turned to leave.

At this moment, a faint voice suddenly came from behind him!

"My grandfather is a doctoral supervisor of telecommunications engineering at Beihe University!"

Song Yuanqiao turned his head sharply and looked at the man.

It's a girl.

The whole body was wrapped in feces/feces, and a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at him.

You don't have to think about it to know.

Saying this depleted all her courage!

Song Yuanqiao's cold face showed a smile.

After taking a few steps forward, he came to the girl.

Looking at her, he asked, "Where is your grandfather?" ”

The girl plucked up her courage, looked directly into Song Yuanqiao's eyes, and replied, "In the tent, he has been hungry for three days and is about to die.

But you can revive him. ”

Song Yuanqiao's gaze looked inside the tent.

There, lying an old man described as withered.

It seems that there is no breath of life.

Song Yuanqiao glanced at the warrior behind him.

The warrior immediately understood, stepped forward with the instrument, and scanned it.

He said, "Sir, he's still alive!" ”

"Save him." Song Yuanqiao ordered.

"Yes!"

One of the warriors immediately took out an emergency medical kit and walked into the tent.

Seeing this, the girl took a deep breath and suddenly spoke.

"That's a sonic detector that can detect signs of life as long as the heart is still beating, something that was eliminated thirty years ago."

She said these things for no other purpose.

I just wanted to tell Song Yuanqiao.

What I say is true.

Her grandfather was indeed a scholar!

Actually-

Song Yuanqiao, who came from the No. 1 world, didn't know anything about these modern instruments.

All he knew was.

The first purpose of exploring the new world is to find new technology.

The second purpose is to find mineral resources.

It's a post-apocalyptic world.

mineral resources, I don't want to think about it for a short time.

High-tech and high-level talents are the primary resources!

"When your grandfather wakes up, give him a test paper, and if he passes it, he can go with us."

Song Yuanqiao didn't have much nonsense.

"Can I take a look?" The girl asked.

Song Yuanqiao nodded.

Behind him, the warrior took out a voice recorder and handed it to the girl.

The girl reached out and took the recorder.

One question after another rang out.

Under undivided attention.

She just suddenly found out.

The people in front of me spoke a completely unfamiliar language.

The good thing is that -

She was born before the nuclear/war and had a chip implanted in her head.

Even without a translation system, she was able to understand the languages.

Think for a moment.

She began to answer.

"Question 1......"

From start to finish, there was not the slightest pause.

Soon, the question was answered.

The voice recorder turns to the voice.

"Exam score: 97 points, pass the exam!"

The girl put down the recorder, looked at Song Yuanqiao, and said in a calm tone: "These topics are too simple, and if you want to recruit professor-level scholars, it should be more difficult." ”