Your Eyes Should Grow on Your Own Head

"Work for you?" Jiang Lin hesitated as he gave Jiang Chen a perplexed look. "Work in your factory?"

"No." Jiang Chen held up a finger and shook it, staring straight into Jiang Lin's eyes. "Come to my survival camp. I'll invest in your space project, but you'll have to follow my requirements."

Jiang Lin looked suspiciously at Jiang Chen.

"A survival camp? I haven't left Sixth Street that often, but it's not like I don't have a clue about the outside world. Who says your camp isn't a gathering of bandits? What if I become a slave going in?"

Jiang Chen smiled and walked up to Jiang Lin to pat his shoulder.

"Slave? Do you know how much it costs to buy a slave from the ghetto?"

Jiang Lin gulped. "Before the slave trade was halted, including the microchip which costs nineteen crystals, the price for a slave was as high as fifty crystals."