CHAPTER 62: CHAPTER 62: "OFF-ROAD MOTORCYCLE PRODUCTION LINE".

"..."

Chen Mang took out the items emitting a faint white glow from the goblin merchant’s bag and placed them on the control panel.

There were two items in total.

1. Yellow grade vehicle accessories blueprint "Off-road Motorcycle Production Line."

2. Special tool "Qiankun Bag."

"Eh?"

Chen Mang picked up the yellow-grade blueprint to examine it, and a gleam flashed in his eyes. The effect was strong; as the name suggests, this accessory can produce off-road motorcycles, expanding the train’s exploration range.

For instance...

The train can station itself in place, while the thugs ride off-road motorcycles to the city ruins or other areas to explore and execute tasks.

It’s a good thing; this is also his first yellow-grade vehicle accessory. Once the level is raised later, the supermodel effect obtained should significantly enhance the motorcycle’s comprehensive attributes.

As for the second tool, it’s the specialized weapon of the "Goblin Merchant," similar to a refrigerator in effect. Inside is approximately a 27-cubic-meter cubic space, with each side measuring 3 meters.

The area is not as large as a refrigerator.

But it has the advantage of being portable, making it much more convenient to search for resources when venturing out. You can’t go out scavenging for resources with a refrigerator strapped to your back, right? After all, Biaozi and the others aren’t born with divine power; carrying a refrigerator to search for resources, who could still run?

However...

"..."

Chen Mang mused thoughtfully that it did awaken him to an idea: when the off-road motorcycle is built in the future, they should make a Level 10 refrigerator strapped to its back, making it much easier to search for survivors.

They could directly place the survivors found all into the refrigerator.

The oxygen inside won’t run out fast.

...

Three more days passed.

During these days, no unexpected incidents occurred, except for some scattered goblins arriving on the second day. After that, no further goblins came.

And on this day.

All the goblins’ injuries were also fully healed, ready to work anytime.

As dawn broke.

The crowd of slaves had already skillfully woken up, left the carriage, and lined up carrying pickaxes to receive their food for the day, preparing to start work, while the goblins gathered aside, looking up at Chen Mang standing on the carriage.

However...

Most of the goblins had vacant eyes and dazed expressions, completely unlike intelligent creatures. Occasionally, they would snarl with a mechanical and stiff grimace.

Only the goblin at the front stood expectantly, waiting straight for instructions.

"..."

Chen Mang looked at the goblins before him, a total of 121 goblins, including 5 goblin merchants. This was his greatest gain these days; in the wasteland, frankly, the most valuable thing has always been one item.

Labor force.

Besides that, everything else takes a backseat, even high-grade accessories are useless; the higher-grade accessories require more resources. Without sufficient labor force, even if the Train Captain personally took action, digging up much ore in a day is unlikely.

Compared to that yellow-grade vehicle blueprint, these 121 goblins are more valuable to him.

After pausing for a while, he softly said.

"Welcome to join the Constant Star Train; here will be the birthplace of your dreams. When the Goblin Race shines anew, you will be the most dazzling Chapter in the history of the Goblin Civilization as pioneers."

"Now."

"Old Pig, issue them pickaxes and food, prepare to start work."

He didn’t say much; none of these goblins have intelligence, they don’t understand a thing he’s saying. Only that one little goblin understands what he’s saying, and even if he wants to inspire them, it’s useless; these people simply can’t grasp it.

He was also too lazy to waste his breath.

Anyway, that little goblin seems excited now, evidently extremely eager to rebuild the Goblin Race.

However...

He knew in his heart, this is almost an impossible feat, you’re all that’s left as a goblin, and even you are half-alive. Rebuilding the Goblin Civilization is utterly impossible; not just the goblins, even humans are on the brink of extinction now.

But life is like this, be pessimistic about the future, yet optimistic when taking action.

"Yes."

The goblin took a deep breath, then said seriously: "I won’t disappoint the human prophet."

With that said, he eagerly went to get that tasty bread.

At this moment, Chen Mang stopped this goblin, beckoned him over, then climbed down from the ladder at the rear of the carriage, walked around to the goblin’s front: "Do you have a name?"

"Yes, I’m called Doba."

"Doba, hmm, a nice name."

Chen Mang nodded, overlooking the dwarf goblin, paused briefly, then continued: "Old Pig has discussed with you guys, right? You goblins enjoy Level 2 slave treatment, which is a relatively high treatment on the Fixed Star Train. Generally speaking, new slaves enjoy Level 3 slave treatment."

"The reason for giving you guys a higher tier from the start."

"Is based on the Goblin Race’s talent in mining, don’t disappoint me."

"Rest assured."

Doba replied seriously, as if making a military pledge: "Goblins are the most hardworking and united race; mining is our specialty."

"By the way——"

Chen Mang thought of something, slightly furrowing his brow: "Where was your Goblin Train made? Does the underground travel ability come from the Drill, and why couldn’t the Target Detection Radar capture your Goblin Train."

Since the goblins joined the Fixed Star Train, there had been only a few encounters.

His entrepreneurial experience from a previous life taught him.

As a boss, you only need to chat with your employees occasionally. Work arrangements should be left to management; firstly, management does it better, and as employees always have resentment towards work, even if they’re dissatisfied, their first target of dislike is surely management, not him.

When chatting with employees, it’s best to treat them as a whole and chat generally. Too detailed conversations can easily make employees feel they’re valued by the boss, leading to unexpected actions.

So far, he’s never managed the slaves’ and goblins’ specific workflows and daily statistics, nor has he spoken individually to any slave; Old Pig handles all this.

Old Pig indeed managed everything well, so far, no mistakes have occurred.

"That..."

Doba scratched his head: "The Goblin Train was forged in that pitch-black space where no light exists. Goblins sleep there after death. It’s filled with many resources."

"There are iron ores, copper ores, and many resource mines I’ve never seen before."