"Ah, anis, Are you jealous? Anis forced open the bottle of carbonated drink, a slight smile on his lips: "didn't Rapi always say before that the Commander has his own life and we shouldn't ask too many questions?"
Neon also pouted and chimed in, "anis what a selfish person, you have to think about us once in a while."
"If there are no snacks and soft drinks, how can we live the next life?"
Anis nodded in agreement, "Exactly! We fight for our lives on Surface every day, and Central Government is very stingy. The salary we receive every month is only enough for basic needs, we can't save! So, the only one we can rely on is the Commander!"
"Commander, you must be making a lot of money!"
Facing their hopeful gaze.
Grim sighed softly.
He did have many ways to make money, such as dating some rich women from Talentum, signing some contracts and discussing some deals during dates, then selling his performances in hotels at night. He could indeed make money, but it would weigh on his waist.
"I'll do my best," said Grim.
"Didn't the Commander go to that for further study earlier?"
"With your genius mind, making a lot of money every day is definitely not a dream!"
"Neon, although Commander is making money, it's his personal asset and has nothing to do with us. Anis reminded him, then nodded towards Grim, "Commander, are you hungry? If you haven't had breakfast, I'll prepare a Perpetuum for you."
"There is also a plate of processed meat in the refrigerator. Take it out and fry it, let's eat together. And, please make me a cup of coffee, anis."
"Okay!"
Breakfast is rarely perpetual, but Ark's specialty is "cultured meat".
Since the Ark was underground, resources became scarce, and animals naturally became scarce. Derived products such as meat, eggs and milk are even rarer. The delicacies common on the Surface became a luxury exclusive to the rich underground.
Given the Counterattack Squad's current financial situation, eating cultured meat at every meal is obviously difficult, but occasional additional meals are still possible.
"Anis, I have a question."
"What is perpetuity actually made of?"
At breakfast, Grim asks a question that has been on his mind for a long time.
Ark's popular food, " perpet, "always reminds him of a food called" Mystery Meat " from a game. Both are in the form of pasta or porridge, and their texture is very watery, even nine-tenths. Although the taste is not much different from processed meat, few food factories are willing to disclose the list of ingredients of perpets, and Ark Government is also silent about this information.
In short, it's hard not to feel curious.
Rapi, who was eating perpets, paused for a moment, with a delicate look in his eyes: "Commander, do you really want to know?"
Grim was surprised: "Is there something that can not be said about this?"
"No, it can be said."
"However, saying so will probably affect your appetite."
"Then don't say that."
Grim shook his head.
Even If Rapi didn't say it, he might have already guessed what perpets was made of.
There are two possibilities.
The first guess is soy products. In the era before humans hid underground, some soy products could already mimic the taste of meat through sophisticated processing technology, and perpet may be one of them.
The second guess is somewhat less appetizing. Although the Ark rarely kept poultry, they had many small creatures such as snakes, rats, and cockroaches. If properly cultivated, they should be able to provide an infinite supply of meat, but most humans are clearly reluctant to eat meat made from these creatures directly.
So Ark mixed the flesh of this creature into perpets.
"After all, it's all protein, so don't be too particular."
"Huh... If I had known Ark was a culinary wasteland, I would have caught a couple of wild chickens or two cows on the Surface to raise."Grim sighed. As someone who had transmigrated from a land rich in food, he had always been unfamiliar with Ark's food.
"So the Commander plans to develop the livestock industry? Listening to Grim's monologue, Anis couldn't help but interrupt, "that Outpost is huge, using it to raise chickens and cows seems like an impossible thing!"
Neatly shook his head, "Anis, it's not that simple."
According to Ark regulations, animals transported from the Surface must undergo several layers of quarantine by the Central Government before they can survive underground. If you want to start a livestock business, you will also need to apply for many permits. Even with the Commander connection, the process may still be full of difficulties.
"Is it that hard?"
"I guess it must be the corporate oligarchs who monopolize the livestock business, so they don't allow anyone else to do it. These fucking capitalists, will they die if they let us make money?"Anis showed an expression of disgust.
Grim took a sip of coffee and said, "all entrepreneurs are like that; they find it sadder to see you make money than to see you lose money."
Anis pouted, "Huh, even though I hate rich people so much, I also really want to be rich."
"Commander, do you think there is something wrong with my mind? Anis raised her head, looking into Grim's eyes, "I obviously hate someone, but sometimes I want to be as rich as them. Do I really have a mental problem?"
"It's okay, it's normal, Anis."
"To be rich, sometimes we have to lose our conscience. Grim put down his cup and replied, "When we go shopping, don't the people who persuade us to spend money always smile? They don't care what happens if we run out of money, they even hope to help us get a thirty-year loan. Whether they live or die in debt, they don't care."
"Wow, that's right."
"It seems that I was destined not to become a rich man in this life."
Anis moved her lips.
A person as passive and lazy as he is is clearly not fit to make a lot of money; he is destined to be out of touch with a lot of money in this life.
"The mere thought that I will never live a rich life is very sad, Commander."
"Am I destined to be poor forever?"
"Who knows."
"Yes, no one knows what will happen in the future."
Anis sighed, her slightly negative gaze fixed on Grim's handsome face.
A moment later, a smile again appeared on his face.
"Actually, as long as I'm with Commander, money no longer feels important."
"Me too. Grim smiled faintly, then put his empty cup back on the table: "compared to money, you are the most precious treasure in my heart."