"Hey, it's true, master, I'll go meet them." Dabai hurriedly ran out.

"Wait, I'll open the door for you remotely."

About half an hour later, Dabai happily returned to the main control room with one person and one ball.

"Uncle He, where did you go at noon?" Fan Bei asked with a puzzled expression.

"Oh, Mr. Fan, I just took my iron ball owner out for a walk, and it looked very happy," Chef He said seriously, "Maybe I don't know the rules here, if you need your permission to enter and exit, I will definitely pay attention next time and apply to you in advance." ”

Well, everyone is not stupid.

Fan Bei smiled in his heart, can there be a fool who can survive until now? Even if there is, it must be good luck or a fool with a backer.

He smiled innocently: "Okay, then next time you go out, apply in advance, it's quite dangerous here after all." ”

"Thanks, I'll be busy then." Chef He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and put the iron ball on the ground, fortunately, the owner of this shelter is quite easy to fool.

Dabai had already pounced on the iron ball, licking and grabbing, and screaming.

"Xiaobai, are you okay?"

"I'm tired and don't want to talk to you stupid dog who can't even watch the ball."

"I was wrong, it won't happen again."

"Dabai, hurry up and eat, and I have to clean up the residential area in the afternoon." Fan Bei called Dabai.

Chef Ho was glad that he had cooked another meal before leaving, which seemed to be a perfect disguise for the fact that he had fled.

Who is a true fugitive, who will have the heart to cook the last meal for the Lord's house?

After one person and one dog ate, Fan Bei and Dabai went to clean up the residential area with iron balls, while Chef He continued to do all kinds of chores and clean up after eating.

But he was only halfway to the ground, and he sat feebly on the floor against the wall, holding his head in a desperate expression.

Can telling the truth guarantee the other party's freedom?

Impossible, the other party will only ask for an absolutely reliable servant, no, a puppet.

If you don't say it, the other party will know the truth sooner or later, although this is not circulated, it is not an absolute secret, and those who have the financial resources to hire servants of the Silver Chamber of Commerce know it.

Could it be that only by turning yourself into a beast can you have a future again?

Is it really so difficult to trust each other in the wasteland?

Is it only by turning people into machines and puppets that they can use them with peace of mind?

Who can save themselves?

Suddenly, a glint flashed in his eyes, yes, that iron ball, the incident that Xie Bo had mentioned.

…………

Shelter residential area.

In a newly cleaned house, Fan Bei was debugging the radio station that had been removed from the main control room, and began to contact the people of Copper Fort according to the recorded radio frequency.

There, however, there is a person he can trust very much, after all, that person is bound to the good guy system.

What he wants to ask will not involve the interests of the other party, and the answer he gets should be credible.

After repeated debugging, he finally connected with the other party's radio station.

"This is the Bronze Castle, please tell me who you are."

"I'm Vault 364, and I'm asking to speak with your President Lang Sheng." Fan Bei said seriously.

"Please wait."

Fan Bei waited patiently for half an hour, and finally a new radio wave came from there.

"Hello, Mr. Fan, what's the matter?"

"Hello, President Lang Sheng, I have a very important matter that I would like to consult with you."

"Oh, excuse me, helping others makes me happy."

"You're such a nice guy."

"Hahahaha, that's what everyone has been saying lately......"

After a period of conversation, Fan Bei got an inexhaustible answer from the other party.

"That silver chamber of commerce is very deep and powerful, brother, I don't dare to offend them openly, but the strange thing is that they are very particular about the spirit of contract and business rules, although they will play a lot of tricks, but on the surface they will definitely leave you speechless." Lang Sheng finally reminded.

"Thank you, President Ron, for your kindness."

"It should be, after all, I'm a good person."

"Well, you are, I've always trusted you." Fan Bei pinched his nose and admitted.

Communication was finally interrupted, and he sighed deeply, he knew a lot of things again.

No wonder Chef He wanted to run away, no wonder the other party said that kind of thing before: "No enthusiasm for work?" Inexistent. ”

It turns out that if you sign your real name or put your fingerprint on that employment contract, under the constraints of the mysterious guarantor, the other party's self-thinking will gradually be suppressed by the master, and the individuality will be eliminated, and finally gradually transformed into a puppet who only knows how to act according to orders.

This is the so-called "master's will, which is my will".

Without ego, of course, it is absolutely reliable, and will only obey the orders of the Lord's house.

This is really in line with the needs of many people in the wasteland right now.

Order has dissolved, scattered shelters, settlements built at great cost, and in fact become the private property of the survivors.

Because no one claims ownership of them anymore, the survivors have complete freedom to dispose of these riches as long as they are not snatched away by others.

Just like Fan Bei now, it seems that he only has one person and one dog, but in fact, he is equivalent to a billionaire in his previous life!

Not to mention anything else, just say that the existing 80 kilograms of gold, there are more than 300 grams of gold in the previous life, which is 24 million liquidity.

Not to mention those fixed assets, agricultural areas, generator rooms, fuel, rooms, gilded and silver-plated gates and walls.

As long as Dabai becomes powerful, and then corrects and improves it, and upgrades, this shelter is another miniature copper fort.

In this case, as order begins to improve and civilization is rebuilt, who doesn't worry that their wealth will be snatched away by outsiders before dawn?

You know, the survivors, like Fan Bei, have survived 10, 20, or even 30 years!

They finally occupy such a large amount of wealth for nothing, a wealth that most people cannot earn in a lifetime, and at this time, it is natural to look at it to death.

It is impossible for a servant who cannot be trusted to be hired with confidence.

And the influence of the Silver Chamber of Commerce will gradually spread to every vault with these infallible servants.

Fan Bei had been isolated from the outside world before, and he did not have a clear understanding of the problem.

After Chef He's incident and the practices of the Silver Chamber of Commerce, he had a personal understanding of the new world background.

He looked up and suddenly laughed.

Fortunately, fortunately, I got the "Father of the System", and I was able to concoct a good guy system, remove the threat of the Copper Castle, and have the reliable force of Dabai.

Otherwise, a billionaire who took 15 years to become after being reborn will be lost in vain.

However, is the servant puppet of the Silver Chamber of Commerce so trustworthy?

He once watched a foreign movie, a very loyal servant, slowly gained the trust of his master, provoked the master's relatives, got the will, and then slowly killed the master, and finally got all the property.

Believe in them, it's better to believe in yourself, believe in the "Father of the System", it's time to do the third system, however, this time, it must be distributed remotely.

The corners of Fan Bei's mouth twitched, and he looked at the illusory white book that emitted white light in front of him.

"Dabai, it's time to work, let's finish the residential area today, and go back and let Uncle He make you something to eat." He turned back to Dabai, who was playing with the ball at the door, and shouted encouragement.

"Uh, master, Xiaobai just said, I'm afraid there is a problem with the food that guy cooks in the morning, so the two of us will sleep to death at noon, don't let him cook in the future, let him do chores." Da Bai "Wang" shouted.

"How could it be? We also ate lunch at noon, so wouldn't there be a problem? Fan Bei said with a sad face, "Alas, in this wasteland, why is it so difficult for people to trust?" I also wanted to treat him like my own family, and I wanted to pay him an extra salary. ”

"Master, you are so kind." Da Bai leaned his head over and comforted him vigorously.

"Yes, I'm just too kind, I've been holding back for too long, I'm out of touch with society, and it's really easy to become naïve and too easy to trust people." Fan Bei is seriously doing self-examination.

Da Bai hurriedly shouted: "Don't worry, master, Xiao Bai is cunning enough, with it, we won't suffer a big loss." ”

The iron ball, which was rolling, suddenly changed direction, aimed at the big white tail, and crushed over......