HCB Chapter 377 Meeting House
Chapter 377 Meeting House
"You mean, you want to ask House for sponsorship?"
In Qingquan Town, the postman was helping Cass manage the bar and wiping the bottles when he heard Yi Beiwang come up with such an unrealistic plan.
Yi Beiwang took the wine from his hand, drank a few sips, and said, "That's right, Novak is still poor. I want to postpone the tax collection to 90 years later."
"The merchants and scavengers passing by are all poor people, and they can't make much money."
"Based on the principle of making money from whoever has money, the richest person in Mojave should be Mr. House, right?"
"Do you think I should bring two cartons of milk over to show my sincerity?"
postman:……
Not to mention that House is now a robot and can't drink milk.
You want people to invest in you to build a railway just by relying on two cartons of milk. How can you be so shameless?
The postman sighed and explained to Yi Beiwang: "You may not have heard that House is a very smart person. He always puts profit first."
"Two hundred years ago, he predicted the outbreak of a nuclear war based on the mathematical model he built, and built a defense system to protect his industry."
"In order to become the eternal winner, House locked himself in a life support chamber and connected his consciousness to the network of the gambling district, controlling everything at all times."
"The Pip-Boy on your arm, the terminals everywhere, and the robots in the casino area... they are all his assets."
"He should have been the most powerful person in the wasteland, but unfortunately this world is full of surprises. The nuclear war broke out a day earlier, and he was not prepared, so he missed the opportunity to develop."
"The platinum chip used to upgrade the gambling area was given to him by me."
At this point, a hint of nostalgia flashed in the postman's eyes.
It seems like it is reminiscing about its past glory and honor, but now it has to succumb to time and withdraw from the Mojave conflict.
But someone has to take over. House urged him to do something some time ago, which made him a little overwhelmed.
Looking at the entire Mojave, the only one capable of succeeding him is Yi Beiwang.
If he thought this way, perhaps he could get more benefits from House.
Thinking of this, the postman patted the table and said, "Come on, I'll take you to see House."
"Ah? Just go there directly? Will they be able to see us?"
"Haha, remember, in Mojave, everyone has to give me face, and House is no exception."
"You ever done dirty work for House?"
"Not only that, I also know where his life support chamber is."
"Hi~ awesome."
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Half a day later.
Lucky 38 Casino, Las Vegas Strip.
This place, which has never been open to the public, welcomed two uninvited guests today.
The postman took out a gold-plated black chip, and the guarding robots immediately let him in and escorted him and Yi Beiwang to the top floor of Lucky 38 Casino.
I have to say, the location here is really good.
The casino is located in the center of the gambling city, and the top floor overlooks the entire gambling city.
The top floor is a huge presidential suite, where all kinds of electrical appliances that had become broken in the wasteland are functioning intact.
As soon as Yi Beiwang stepped out of the elevator, he felt as if he had traveled back to Earth, temporarily away from the hustle and bustle of the wasteland.
At this time, the camera in the room began to project, and after a while, a green holographic projection figure stood in front of them.
This person is Mr. House, an eternal winner.
He smiled and nodded to the postman, as if he was greeting an old friend.
He turned his head and looked at Yi Beiwang who was carrying two boxes of milk, his expression looking a little surprised.
House put his hands behind his back and walked around Yi Beiwang, looking him over from head to toe.
Then he stood by the window, with his back to Yi Beiwang, and said, "Yi Beiwang, male, 24 years old, loves to drink Quantum Coke, and likes to snore when he sleeps."
"Four months ago, it appeared out of nowhere near Qingquan Town, and then gradually developed the Yibei Business Group, maintaining trade relations with NCR, the Legion and other forces."
"Oh, and this morning you had a Playboy apple, a double-head beef steak, and a bottle of Quantum Coke."
"Then you discussed cooperation with the followers of Apocalypse, negotiated business with the people of Caravan 76, and then went to worship a god I had never heard of."
Hearing this, Yi Beiwang broke out in a cold sweat.
Before coming, he had thought that House might give him a warning, but he didn't expect that the warning would be so big.
Not only did he know that he was doing business with the Legion in secret, he even knew what he had eaten and done this morning.
It seems that I have always been under House's surveillance, but the question is, why is he monitoring me?
Is there something about me that I don't even know about that is threatening House?
Through the reflection of the window glass, House saw Yi Beiwang's dreamy expression and seemed very satisfied.
There is no such thing as high-end monitoring methods. He asked the postman directly about these things.
He likes the feeling that everything is under his control. Only in this way can he ensure that he will always be the winner.
House seemed to guess what Yi Beiwang was thinking and replied, "Because you are a variable."
"It's as if you suddenly appeared on Mojave. I sent many robots to investigate everywhere, but I have no idea where you came from."
"Some people speculate that you are a descendant of Dragon Country agents, and some say you are from the Shi Clan. In my opinion, these are all blind guesses."
"However, my informants did get some clues from some distant caravans."
Looking at Yi Beiwang who was sweating profusely, House said with a smile, "It is said that on the East Coast, there is a country called NFPR that is rising rapidly and is expanding towards the West Coast."
"In this case, your identity is obvious."
"How long do you plan to keep pretending, Mr. Scout?"
Hearing this answer, Yi Beiwang's cold sweat stopped instantly.