Warhammer Survival Guide

Chapter 87 Butcher Bill (Bonus Chapter)

The so-called "banquet hall" is actually a large office on the top floor of the Northern Grain Depot Administration Building.

The interior design here is filled with the extravagance and grotesque style of a post-apocalyptic nouveau riche, creating a stark contrast with the slaughterhouse assembly line downstairs.

On the wall hangs a specimen of a mutated monitor lizard, acquired at a high price from the bottom of the Nest City.

The floor was covered with a carpet made of the fur of some kind of long-haired creature, which had an unsettling softness to the touch.

Behind the desk sat a massive figure.

"Butcher" Bill.

As his name suggests, he looked like a mountain of flesh made of fat and steel.

To adapt to the harsh environment of strong acid vapors and corpse dust in the northern granary, his entire lower jaw was removed and replaced with a heavy-duty steel-cast breathing grille.

With each breath, the grille spews out two streams of white exhaust gas.

His left side was covered by a heavy industrial exoskeleton, with hydraulic lines inserted directly into his flesh.

A modified mechanical prosthetic eye rotated in its socket, flashing a cruel and greedy yellow light.

At that moment, he grabbed a piece of raw, still-dripping synthetic meat steak and roughly shoved it into the eating opening of his metal jaw.

Bill chewed on his steak and mumbled, "Manager Lowe, what a rare guest."

His voice, amplified by the speaker unit, carried a metallic vibration that caused the crystal wine glass on the table to tremble slightly.

"Although according to the Governor's Office's 'Joint Production Regulations for the War Zone,' our two companies are fixed partners."

But I have to say, you've given me a really tough problem this time.

He neither stood up to greet him nor gestured for Rowe to sit down.

This is a form of psychological pressure.

In his eyes, the newly appointed Luo Wei was nothing more than a country bumpkin who farmed, a lower-level supplier who could only provide him with raw materials.

Lo Wei didn't care about this attitude.

He walked straight to Bill and pulled out a heavy solid wood chair to sit down.

His movements were relaxed, as if he were in his own office.

"A problem? I don't think so."

Luo Wei pushed a pre-drafted "Contract Processing Agreement" in front of Bill and said calmly, "This is a letter of intent. I'll provide the raw materials, you provide the equipment. All the 'Grey Screw-1' granules will be transported here for deep detoxification and high-pressure grinding, and finally pressed into hard military ration biscuits. It's a win-win situation."

Bill didn't even glance at the document, grinning maliciously. "Win-win? Ha! Rowe, don't treat me like a fool. In the Seventh District, nothing escapes my notice."

Bill swallowed the meat in his mouth, then stuck out a greasy finger and tapped it heavily on the table.

"I know what kind of monstrosity you're growing. That mutated wheat is as hard as granite and more poisonous than arsenic. You want to use my pot to cook your poisonous meal?"

Luo Wei's eyes narrowed slightly.

Intelligence leak.

It seems there are more sieves in the eastern granary than expected.

Bill not only knew what he was planting, but he also knew the physical properties of the crop perfectly.

This indicates that the other party came prepared and wanted to raise the price on the spot.

Seeing Lowe's silence, Bill assumed he had the upper hand, leaned back, and said smugly, "Well, we're all working for the Governor, so helping each other out is only natural."

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone revealing a robber-like logic.

"But my pulverizing array is precious; it's a sacred creation of the Mechanicus. Your stone wheat will severely wear down my gears and corrode my pipes. Someone has to pay for that depreciation, right?"

He held up three thick fingers and waved them in front of Rowe.

"It's a 30/70 split. I'll take 70% of the produced military rations as processing losses. The remaining 30% is yours to cover."

Standing behind Rowe, Buck's single eye flashed with anger, and his calloused hand pressed against the handle of the explosive pistol at his waist.

70%?

This is blatant robbery!

If this condition is agreed to, most of the hard work of the eastern granaries this quarter will go to this fat man, and the remaining 30% will not be enough to fill the gap in the tithe tax.

Luo Wei waved his hand, stopping him from acting impulsively.

His expression was calm, as if he had long anticipated this outrageous asking price.

He was never afraid of greedy opponents.

Greed often implies that the other party has a weakness.

Lovimo, holding the governor's ring, said, "Director Bill, your intelligence network is indeed impressive. But it seems you've only looked at half of the ledgers."

"You only considered my difficulties, but forgot to consider your own life or death."

Bill paused, his mechanical eyes flashing yellow, and he roared, "Are you threatening me?"

Luo Wei pointed out the window to the chimneys belching thick smoke and replied leisurely, "I'm helping you with asset liquidation."

"It's true that the Northern Granary is the largest refining complex of the Abundance II project. But your production capacity is based on a sufficient supply of raw materials."

"In the past, your biggest source of raw materials was the Ninth Agricultural War Zone. Every day, tens of thousands of tons of corpses and organic waste would be delivered to you from there via rail elevators and transport convoys."

At this point, Luo Wei's gaze sharpened.

"However, the Ninth War Zone was completely overrun by the plague outbreak last month. Your intelligence network should have informed you of this as well, right?"

Bill's face instantly darkened.

The act of chewing the meat steak also froze.

Luo Wei continued, "The Ninth War Zone is finished. Your upstream supply chain is broken. Without that corpse starch slurry, your massive machines can only run idle. And idle machines can't produce tithes."

"Recently, a small amount of raw materials sent from other places contained excessive levels of the plague virus. Your purification costs are skyrocketing, while production is plummeting. Am I right?"

Luo Wei came prepared this time as well.

Before setting off, he had the Case server analyze the energy consumption and output data of the northern granary over the past three months and draw accurate conclusions.

Bill's expression changed drastically.

The white vapor emitted from the breathing grille became rapid.

Lowe hit his weak spot.

He possesses the strongest processing capabilities, but unfortunately, he currently lacks sufficient raw materials.

Luo Wei tapped the table lightly, seizing absolute control of the negotiation, and said, "And my Gray Mule-1, while a bit tough and toxic, is currently the only high-calorie plant protein on the entire planet that can be mass-produced."

"Its starch content is three times that of corpse starch, making it your only lifeline to fill the raw material gap."

"More importantly, I am the only one who possesses the seeds and cultivation techniques for this wheat. This is a technological monopoly."

At this point, Luo Wei leaned back in his chair, his expression indifferent.

"If you refuse to cooperate, or are greedy and want to take 70%, making it impossible for me to meet my targets, then I can simply let this wheat rot in the field."

"At that time, I'll be the one who's failing to farm properly, and you'll be the one with idle production capacity. We'll both be unable to pay taxes and end up on the stake together in court."

"Do you want to die with your empty machine, or do you want to split the profits 50/50 and live together?"

This is the deterrent effect of mutual destruction.

Bill fell silent.

The mechanical prosthetic eye spun wildly, clearly undergoing a fierce weighing of pros and cons.

He was arrogant, but he wasn't stupid.

Lowe was the governor's favorite, and with the reality of the supply chain disruption, these two mountains weighed heavily on him. Even though he held absolute power in the northern granary, he had to consider whether his neck was strong enough.

If Lo Wei really goes all out, the northern grain depots will definitely be the first to be purged for failing to meet their targets.

Bill finally relented, gritting his teeth, "Fifty-fifty. But I have one condition: all the waste generated during processing is mine. The chaff can't be eaten; it's high in carbon and can be used to fuel boilers, which will make up for the fuel shortage caused by the Ninth Agricultural Zone's supply disruption."

"make a deal."

Without any hesitation, Luo Wei agreed immediately.

This is exactly what he wanted.

Wheat hulls accumulate large amounts of heavy metals and toxins, making them hazardous waste; keeping them is just a hassle.

Bill's willingness to recycle it for fuel is a win-win situation, as it helps him dispose of his waste.

Lo Wei picked up the pen and signed his name on the contract.

Just as he was signing, he suddenly felt something was off.

That feeling didn't come from Bill, but from downstairs.

The bird divination device he carried was connected to Chimera 1, which was parked downstairs.

At this moment, the bio-radar reading on the oracle is fluctuating slightly.

A frequency similar to a heartbeat.

The "wall of gluttony" is stirring.

It sensed some high concentration of biomass signals.

Lowe calmly put away his pen, his gaze seemingly casual as he swept over Bill's office.

There are no statues of the God-Emperor here.

There is also no Imperial double-headed eagle emblem.

Instead, in a corner of the desk, in a shadowy area, there was a strangely shaped sculpture.

It was a ring carved from purple ore.

The lines are rounded and smooth, possessing an eerie beauty that clashes with the office's rugged and bloody style.

The purple ore ring is shaped like a snake with its head and tail connected.

It's also like a distorted gene chain.

Luo Wei's heart tightened, but he maintained a faint smile on his face.

"It's a pleasure working with you, Manager Bill."

He stood up and extended his hand.

Bill gripped Rowe's greasy hand and then tightened it sharply.

The hydraulic transmission, humming slightly, seemed to be trying to teach the young supervisor a lesson in terms of power.

"It's been a pleasure working with you, Manager Lowe. I hope your wheat is indeed as chewy as you described."

Luo Wei's expression remained normal, as if he could not feel the pain coming from his finger bones.

He simply withdrew his hand calmly, picked up the copy of the contract from the table, and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, Advisor Lowe."

Luo Wei stopped and turned to ask, "Are there any other clauses that need to be added?"

"The terms are perfect." Bill stood up, leaning on the table; his massive body cast a huge shadow on the ground.

He walked around the desk, stood in front of Luo Wei, and looked down at him condescendingly, saying, "I just suddenly thought that since this is your first time visiting the Northern Granary, don't you want to see where your stone wheat will eventually be turned into biscuits?"

This was clearly not a hospitable invitation.

Bill pointed to the floor beneath his feet, where a muffled mechanical roar could be faintly heard.

"Meat mincing workshop No. 4, that's my pride, and also the place with the best appetite in the entire Fengrao No. 2."

"But I must warn you, the environment there is not as civilized as this office."

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