On the seventh day of the global blackout, my lab is still lit. My small nuclear fusion became the only power system in this world. In the apocalypse, electricity is the new gold and energy metals are trading chips. And I, the lame engineer Jiang Ye, am the only power provider in the wasteland. I exchange electricity for rare earths, intelligence, and materials.
Until a convoy came with guns and asked to "buy in." I dialed the ally's channel: "Tang Liuqian, your merger and acquisition case is here - the kind that uses violence."
