This Game Is Too Realistic

...Oh, another big fish has been hooked.

A small bungalow on the edge of Linghu Lake.

Glancing at the jumping lines and numbers on the trader, Fang Chang, who was sitting at the desk and looking at the newspaper, raised the corners of his mouth.

Just now, someone injected five million chips into the market.

Although the purchases were made in small orders, he could tell at a glance that those small orders were all written by the same person.

In order to facilitate these gamblers to play zero-sum games and reduce the friction loss of chips, he didn't even set transaction fees.

And the young man who had known him for less than a month really lived up to his expectations, and a thousand people had already entered the S coin trading platform.

If his guess is correct, these thousand people covered at least half of the nobles and their relatives in the inner city, and most of these people bought it without even reading the electronic contract.

With the help of the nobles, this easy-to-participate game of drumming and passing flowers will soon be transmitted to the next level like a chain reaction-the Queen of the Night bar, which is full of luxury and money, will bring the dancing girls on the stage and the mercenaries wandering off the stage. , The merchants also pulled in some of them.

These people are definitely high-income groups in Boulder City, and the chips in their pockets can reach four figures, or even five, six, and seven figures!

As for bank employees, city hall clerks, tailor shop boutique designers... Although these middle-income groups do not have enough wealth, their savings are as high as five figures, but their desire for wealth is the most amazing.

It's a pity that Boulder City really doesn't have much to squeeze out, otherwise the final ending must be very exciting.

As the developer of the trading system, he can see the hole cards in the hands of everyone on the poker table, and he doesn't even need to stare at their trading behavior to guess.

But honestly, there's no point in making money from these people.

After all, we all know that bullying fools is immoral.

Wow, how many newspapers have you subscribed? There was a movement from the entrance, and Dolly, who was holding a stack of newspapers, came in from outside.

I've ordered everything I can. Standing up and taking the stack of newspapers from her, Fang Chang said with a smile, Isn't this supporting Miss Investigator's cause?

I'm a reporter! Dolly stared at him curiously, blinking her eyes, Also, what the hell is an investigator? I thought it was an alliance guard, but when I asked everyone, they all said they didn't listen said.

Upon hearing this, Fang Chang's face turned green immediately, and he almost choked to death with saliva, he coughed twice and said in a hurry.

Cough! You, stop asking around! I'll tell you later...

Help!

He doesn't want to die!

Seeing a big villain looking at her pleadingly, Dolly raised the corners of her lips triumphantly, but she didn't intend to just let him go.

Pull the hook! She held out her little finger.

Pull... the hook. Fang Chang also stretched out his hand in embarrassment, but when he thought about explaining it to her later, he couldn't help but blush.

How to explain this thing.

Can't mention things in another world...

I can't, the movie... no, it's too dirty! Moreover, the data transmission must be audited, and Ah Guang will definitely see it!

Do you really have to be so formal about this kind of thing?

Still need to pull the hook...

However, Dolly was still coaxable as always, and didn't wonder why he was blushing. After pulling the hook, she sat contentedly across the dining table and enjoyed her breakfast happily.

Fang Chang also picked up a steamed stuffed bun and stuffed it into his mouth and bit it to cool down his restless mood. Then he turned his eyes to the tall stack of newspapers by the table and turned his attention to it.

Speaking of which, Survivor Daily has recently added a series of sub-issues.

Including Worker's Daily, Agricultural Newspaper, Fashion Weekly and so on...

The exodus industry of Boulder City has injected fresh blood into the league, and Survivor Daily is just a microcosm, and it is also the easiest to see intuitively.

The greatest fortune left by the prosperous era is not a black box, but a human language.

Even though the names on the wasteland are all kinds of strange, some are called table, stool, wrench and hammer, and some are called Li Lei and Han Meimei, but all of them speak the same language, but the pronunciation is slightly different, so there is no real world for cultural exchange and thought transmission. So many obstacles.

It is precisely because of this that the effect of industrial transfer and population siphoning will be amplified. This should be a slow and long-lasting process, but now it is as crazy as a free fall.

But he doesn't sympathize with those people.

Arrogance is the greatest original sin.

Those nobles are not only arrogant, but also greedy. The money printing machine that was supposed to serve more than half a million people has become a cash machine for a few VIPs. They want to play a debt game with the alliance even though they have no foreign exchange reserves.

Who will cut you?

I'm afraid their ancestors didn't expect that the bargaining chips invented so that the survivors in the wasteland would stop bartering would be moved around like toys by future generations.

As long as the nobles of Boulder City do not earn so much local currency, they lend chips to the alliance and at the same time allocate some silver coins or assets priced by silver coins. It is very difficult for the alliance to cut their leeks. The bond of trade will really tie the two sides together. Become a partner with dead lips and teeth.

But that was an afterthought.

The managers saw through the nature of these guys from the very beginning, so they never let go of the issue of free exchange of silver coins and chips from the beginning to the end. The Bank of Boulder City may have gradually become aware of the danger, but it is only aware that it has actually That's too late.

In fact, benevolent managers have given them a chance.

Until finally these gamblers have the opportunity to step on this brake to stop.

As long as Malvern can suppress inflation within five years, allow the alliance to pass through the initial stage of development, and open the free exchange of chips and silver coins, the bubbles accumulated in the giant wall can be squeezed out logically. If the alliance wants to become bigger and stronger, it will definitely not play tricks of breach of contract, and their personal morality will not be judged by the alliance, that is the affairs of the residents of Boulder City themselves.

However, the gamblers wanted to win so much, and wanted to be the only winner, that they turned this game, which could have been played forever, into an arena where the game is divided into life and death.

If it's a ring, then someone has to die.

This is a war, and it has already begun.

But it's not the same as hot war.

Often when most people come to their senses, it has already ended quietly, and people will gradually realize what they have lost in this war when they look back.

It's a pity that there are still too few financial instruments in this game, otherwise shorting chips can make a lot of money.

In this way, he is financially free not only in reality, but also in the game...

By the way, what is this thing?

Noticing the trader on the table, Dolly reached out to pick it up curiously, stared at it for a while without understanding, and whispered, You've been staring at it since morning.

Without hiding anything, Fang Chang, who had regained his usual composure, smiled and said softly.

The tools of the bad guys, good kids don't touch them.

...a tool for committing a crime?

Um.

Looking at Dolly who was confused, Fang Chang continued to tease.

For example...there is a clearance button over there. If you press it, a few people will die in the inner city not far from here.

Would you like to try it?

Although it would be impossible to maximize the benefits in this way, and his chips in the bank in the inner city would also be frozen, but he didn't really care about those imaginary things.

Originally, that plan was just to verify the conjecture in his mind.

It's okay for Pomeranians to smile.

But Dolly couldn't laugh, but was taken aback by his words, and quickly put the dangerous thing back on the table carefully.

Really...is this so scary? Seeing Fang Changyun's bland smile, Dolly's eyes gradually filled with suspicion and raised her eyebrows.

She always felt that this guy was teasing her again.

Of course it is true, and it is conservatively estimated... there may be more than a few dead.

Stretching out his hands to rub the emerald green hair, Fang Chang looked at the suspicious eyes, smiled slightly and said.

I haven't forgotten what those villains did. They dared to bully my gentle, lovely and kind Miss Dolly. Of course I have to make them pay a little for their rudeness.

...Hey! It's so disgusting!

Dolly blushed and jumped aside.

Even though the words were so, there was still a burst of sweetness in her heart involuntarily.

She herself decided to turn the page, yet he still remembered...

Seeing that the eyes didn't seem to be joking, Dolly hesitated for a moment, and whispered.

Actually, I don't hate those people that much anymore. Don't take revenge on them deliberately. I won't go back anyway... But then again, you hold grudges so much.

It's not holding grudges, it's called... Fang Chang didn't really know how to speak earthy love words. After thinking for a while, he smiled and continued, I remember everything about you.

In reality, the routine of being blindfolded is unexpectedly effective in the wasteland.

Dolly's cheeks turned red, she hurriedly picked up the document bag on the chair, and ran towards the door like a frightened little animal.

I, I, I, I went to work!

Looking at the rattling entrance door, Fang Chang couldn't help but smile, and turned his gaze back to the newspaper in his hand.

When he saw the report on the current situation of Boulder City, he shook his head and made a complaint to himself.

These days...there are too many fools and not enough liars.

The editor of the Economic News made up a joke to tease the neighbors. The merchants of the alliance went to the restaurant in Boulder City to eat, and found that people were paying with paper, so they were shocked and asked your chips? The waiter proudly told him that we now pay with IOUs, and then took out a small receipt with a string of zeros.

The merchants of the alliance couldn't find so many bargaining chips after digging through their pockets, so they had an idea, tore off the napkin and wrote a longer string of zeros, and bought the entire restaurant.

This looks like a spoofed contribution by a player.

And most of them are players who are doing missions in Boulder City, looking for players from the alliance to vote for them. However, it also reflects what is happening in Boulder City from the side, and what is more interesting is that when they should be most alert, they stab themselves, and then bury their heads in the sand like ostriches.

Some of the residents of Boulder City believed in Mr. House's tone, thinking that the nobles must have a way. Not only does the inner city have a real research institute, but also a think tank of a division, but when discussing, everyone will Whisper behind closed doors, so as not to be heard by the hyenas of the wasteland.

After laughing, Fang Chang became a little serious.

A problem that cannot be ignored is that the alliance does not have a complete Financial Law at present, but has made some similar regulations in the player's handbook that other games have, restricting players from using illegal means to defraud the NPCs of the alliance or other players. wealth.

But now that the scale of the game is getting bigger and bigger, both the number of players and the number of NPCs are increasing sharply. If they are not in order, a few black sheep will come in and attack their own people, causing the alliance to repeat the mistakes of Boulder City.

He loves this collective more than anyone else, after all, he and the others burned the first brick here, and the land is even more sprinkled with their blood.

He must do something for the common good of all.

With a slight movement in his heart, Fang Chang's mouth curled into a smile.

Speaking of... Beta 0.5 version just updated 'Public Affairs'.

Draft a proposal for the Finance Act later...

...

Time passed day by day, and soon it was December.

At least one thing, Mr. House did not lie. This winter is indeed not as cold as in previous years. At this time last year, many people froze to death, but this year, no one has heard of anyone dying in his family.

The profitability of the cannery has improved, which is a good sign, indicating that some survivors in the outer cities have also become rich.

For example, the tutors that Malvern hired for his youngest daughter recently wore Deathclaw shoes.

Ever since it was discovered that the alliance gave a deathclaw to every survivor who went to the celebration to congratulate, the nobles in the inner city suddenly became less enthusiastic about the deathclaw.

possible……

Only Ideal City is worthy of being the eternal god in their hearts.

Sberg couldn't help muttering in his heart, maybe his novel should also keep pace with the times, and change the material of the commander's leather shoes from death claws to something else, in order to highlight the identity of this great man.

How about mutant scalps?

He doesn't have enough imagination.

Apart from the treacherous and diverse evolutionary bodies, I really can't think of any alien species in the wasteland that is more terrifying than the claws of death, and there are enough of them.

All in all, things seem to be slowly getting better.

There is more comfort in Sberg's heart, maybe this favor will favor him one day in the future.

The only thing that made him a little sad was that this month, Mr. Weijia tried to fool them with IOUs again, which made everyone angry. Even Kent scolded a few shameless profiteers, and it was almost impossible for people to survive.

Then something happened, someone secretly removed the slicer wire, and the others were bad enough, they kept silent and pretended not to see it, which caused their assembly line to dry up and waste the whole line of cans, and their boss Weijia His nose was crooked.

Of course the villain was caught, and it was said that someone had exposed him.

But in any case, thanks to him, Wei Jia was a little more careful with them, and didn't take away the interest from last month, although what he gave was only some unsold nutritional cream...

Sberg was a little frustrated.

He had never imagined that the boss would give them those dried-up cans, but what he didn't expect was that his boss would rather dump those things in front of them than give them a share. People pissed on those precious grains.

On the same day, there was an additional advertisement on Mr. House's broadcast - Haowei Food Processing Factory would rather destroy the defective products than let a low-quality canned food flow into the market.

Fortunately, there is only one bad thing that affects the mood. After all, there are more good things than bad things.

In order to hear the story of the awakened Ball, more and more workers gathered at the entrance of the Walnut Beer Hall.

And not only from Mr. Weijia's factory, but also from the steel mill, from the sawmill, and even engineers from the weapon assembly station... It turns out that those really educated and good people also love to listen to them stories and expressed sympathy for what happened to them.

The engineer was not tall, and his left eye was an electronic eye produced by Jushi Military Industry. He was a generous person, and he would occasionally buy everyone a drink... although it was just a poor quality beer with water.

One day he drank too much and yelled. One day, the giant stone military industry dared to fool him with IOUs. He would not be suffocated. He vowed to stuff more gunpowder into each cartridge case, and add some sticky syrup by the way.

That was no joke.

Sperger stopped reading the story then, and immediately covered his mouth, hoping he wouldn't do something stupid, and early spring waves were no joke.

In the cold winter, at most a few poor ghosts will be frozen to death.

When the warm winter comes, the next spring will be like hell...

so good.

Hearing that he finished reading the contents of the Worker's Daily, a young man had an envious expression on his face, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

If only we had managers, too.

He sees it through.

Those profiteers will not consciously take out the things in their pockets and give them to them unless someone points a gun at them and forces them to change.

Hearing the young man's muttering, Sberg couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

Everyone here has heard him read the reply letter from the editor-in-chief of Survivor Daily. The manager not only invited him to the alliance as a guest, but also promised to let him try on the power armor.

What an easy-going man.

The wave will pass next year. Let's go there together. I heard that the northern predators are about to be killed by those blue coats.

Hearing this, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and started talking in a low voice.

But I heard that they only give silver coins, not chips...

What does it matter? I heard that the dancers at the Queen of the Night Bar are all taking silver coins!

Exactly! A bearded man cursed, No matter what you give, it's better than an IOU!

Some people also showed worried expressions.

But what about the wave of the next year? Will you come back and hide?

The old fitter nodded and said nervously.

I heard that the wave will sweep the entire wasteland, and there will be no grass in the place...

If it is not forced by life, no one is willing to leave the giant wall. After all, you have to give 1~2 chips when you come back, depending on the mood of the uncle at the gate.

If they were not afraid of aliens and predators outside, they would have become mercenaries a long time ago, and they would not have stayed in the factory to work obediently.

Those who remain are honest people.

It has been for generations.

Sberg also had the same worry, so he mentioned in his reply that he needed to save some travel expenses before going there.

The 20 to 30 kilometers of road is not easy to walk. I don’t know what dangers are hidden in the concrete ruins. He has never seen those mutated hyenas drinking blood, but he has seen President Malvern bring a car with him when he is visiting. Big ticket bodyguard.

But at this time, the engineer who always bought them a drink laughed.

Come on, you must not have read the newspaper! I remember that there was an issue of Survivor Daily that mentioned that those nibblers were the fruiting bodies of mutated slime mold, and that mutated slime mold had something called self-limiting It's a thing. Anyway, after they expand to a certain scale, they can't expand. The tide in the suburbs may not be as exaggerated as in the urban area. Or how did the survivors in the northern suburbs survive? They didn't jump through the cement cracks from.

Everyone looked at each other when they heard the words, and Sberg also showed a surprised expression.

This is indeed his knowledge blind spot.

He has been staring at the Worker's Daily as if it were his own, so much so that he forgot that there are also Survivor Daily and Mercenary Newspaper, which will share some common sense and experience in the wasteland.

Apparently the engineer at the Boulder Army was a reader of the main issue of Survivor Daily, and happened to read that issue.

The surprised expression turned into excitement, and Sberg clenched his fists excitedly, looking at the crowded workers at the entrance of the beer hall and said.

Great! Since the wasteland is actually not that scary, let's go and have a look together in the spring of the next year!

Sure enough, there are more people!

As long as one person is willing to tell everyone what he knows, the workers who are united will become more and more knowledgeable, and knowledge is power.

However, at this moment, a group of ferocious guards approached not far away, and Sberg's face changed slightly when he saw those people.

The leader is Felice, the head of the guard in the industrial area, and beside him are the security captain Alec and his old friend Kent.

What are you doing here? Do you want to rebel? Phyllis roared, and drove away the drunkards surrounding the entrance of the tavern with a stick.

Sberg looked at the tavern owner Tang, who shook his head palely.

I didn't call...

Before he finished speaking, Kent suddenly rushed out first, grabbed Sberg's collar like a hero, and looked at the security captain Alec excitedly.

That's the guy! He's making a fuss here every day! Read his disgusting . . . Pole story.

Sberg immediately became angry, summoned up his rare courage, stared at him and cursed.

I read mine, did I read it at your door? What's bothering you?

Unexpectedly, this coward would dare to talk back to him. Kent just wanted to spit at him, but seeing the workers around him silently looking at him, his heart trembled.

It's... just in the way! Jue, how can the awakened one win against the power armor? Aren't you talking nonsense and hurting people! Childish! Vulgar! But there was really no ink in his stomach, and he couldn't explain the truth, and he couldn't explain it. He could only read Mr. House's words again, and then looked at Alec for help.

he swears.

If it was the illegitimate son of the city lord who was hidden in the city and beat up the power armor of the alliance, then he would definitely not have any objections, and would excitedly shoot at the wall... However, the bad thing is these dogs, why should he say so? If you want to write what these poor ghosts love to read, can't you write according to your favorite routine?

Kent's teeth hurt from anger.

Alec was not interested in the barking of a few wild dogs, whether it was Kent or Sberg, they were all the same in his eyes.

Just a poor bastard.

In a while, he will go to the Queen of the Night bar to support his boss and his concubine. His drinking capacity is an indispensable pastime at parties. He just wants to get this matter over quickly, so he looks at Feili who is on the side. S said softly.

These people get together every day and yell loudly. Our assembly line broke down that day, and it was the bad water they talked about.

Dear Captain of the Guard, take care of yourself.

Phyllis doesn't look down on the security captain of a mere factory, but Alec's boss is Vega, and Vega's boss is the famous Sid.

That grown-up was amazing.

However, he is not good at arresting people for no reason, otherwise he will easily be thrown as an outcast by the big shots to these poor ghosts to vent their anger.

So his small eyes searched for a while, and he caught a glimpse of the newspaper on the wine table, and immediately, as if he had found some treasure, the voice of surprise changed, and he shouted loudly.

what is that?

Don't wait for others to answer.

Phyllis strode forward, unfolded the newspaper in his hand, and scanned the surroundings with sullen and haughty eyes.

It's like holding a sword in your hand.

Worker's newspaper! The town hall banned this stuff!

This is not the previous one! The engineer on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but argue, This is a sub-journal of the Alliance's Survivor Daily, and the two are completely different!

Hehe, from the alliance... the crime is a little higher! Phyllis jokingly glanced at the pale-faced Sberg, his face gradually turned cold.

Take this traitor away!

Several guards stepped forward, regardless of Sberg's struggling and shouting, punched him, and then took him away from the door of the beer hall under the eyes of everyone.

Alec casually threw a 25-face value chip to Kent as a reward, then waved and left with a few thugs who helped the scene.

Kent grabbed the chips excitedly.

He nodded and bowed to thank Alec's back, then looked at the back of Sberg who was taken away, and cursed happily.

Good catch! Damned traitor!

That voice was particularly conspicuous in the crowd.

Because it was his only voice.

Kent couldn't help panicking, instinctively hid the chips in his hand, looked nervously at the eyes staring at him, and took a step back.

You...why are you looking at me? I...I'm doing it for your own good too! You don't want to lose your job because of that scumbag, do you—

Stop being hypocritical.

An angry voice interrupted him.

A young man stepped out from the crowd and stared at him intently.

If you were given a chance, you could lie down on the ground and lick Mr. Malvin's shoes, and even taste his family's feces. You actually have the nerve to say that it's for our own good, and you clearly wish that we would all die, hello One person did all the work.

Kent rolled his eyes.

You, how dare you call Master Malvern's name directly!

The young man looked at him coldly.

Yes, I said it, and now I'm going to say it again, call your master Malvern to teach us a lesson, it's better to arrest us all to accompany Sberg, anyway, it's so cold outside, it's better than inside Not much, I just went there to listen to him continue to tell the story. But unfortunately, I guess that master will not talk to you, after all, dogs only lick their masters, and your tongue is much dirtier than dogs.

Kent scolded angrily.

You are dirty! You, your whole family is rotten!

The bearded man looked at him and shrugged uninterestedly.

Admit it freely, you just worship the whip in Master Stephen's hand, you don't care about Rudy, you don't care about Kathy, you don't care why Bill lost his job, you never loved anyone here, you Wish I could hold that whip myself.

Someone in the crowd yelled.

Hey, friend, he has never heard the story of the awakened Boer, and he must be confused by the names you mentioned!

The voice was answered quickly, and it was a response with a smile.

Haha, he doesn't know what Master Stephen's whip is for!

It's okay, but we all know who this guy is!

They have a common language.

Kent's eyes widened, almost bulging.

You bullshit! I, I—

He really hadn't read that newspaper.

It was precisely because of this that he felt an uncontrollable panic. It felt like being excluded from the team and left alone.

That damn Sberg...

How dare he, how dare he write himself into his novel!

Kent didn't know that Sberger never actually wrote his name, and he wasn't a character like him in any of his books, but people seemed to know him, as well as he did... as if they'd replaced that bastard, Write his name in it.

The crowd started to move.

Those people seemed to know what to do next, even though no one told them, they made up their minds.

Thinking that they were going to team up to beat him up, Kent backed away with more and more fear on his face.

The young man who stood up first suddenly gave him a sympathetic look and raised his right hand.

Kent subconsciously raised his arm to parry, but the young man neither beat him nor snatched the chips in his hand, but just patted him on the shoulder.

Admit it, you actually don't love Master Malvern, nor Master Weijia, and of course you haven't loved any of us...You only have yourself in your eyes, how can the word good for us be worthy of appearing in you You want us all to die, you want to ride shit on all of us in your dreams, but it's hard for you, you were born in a rat hole, 25 chips can't make you human Venerable Master, you have to be a rat in a nest with us.

People passed by him one after another and patted him on the shoulder in unison.

We don't blame you.

Come on Kent.

well done.

Take the pocket money that the big guy rewarded you to buy candy, and eat it while you can still buy it, hahahaha.

Kent backed away in fear, his shoulders were dipped in motor oil, dipped in flour, and some colorful things... that came from one hand after another, and those people seemed to be possessed.

While protecting the chips in his hand, he looked at the people who were walking in the opposite direction, and shouted in panic.

What are you going to do? Stop! Are you... crazy?

What are you going to do?

The young man stopped, looked back at Kent, looked at the coward who wanted to shrink into a ball, and said mockingly.

Of course to do what Ball should do!

That guy won't leave his fellow workers in distress alone!

He told us to unite!

...

Something has happened!

Dawn City.

The hurried footsteps at the Union Building and the manager's office interrupted Chu Guang's thoughts, and he couldn't help but stop the pen in his hand.

Standing at the door was the person in charge of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs he appointed, a young man named Cheng Yan, who was selected from the same batch of young talents as Sun Ruicai of the Ministry of Finance.

Originally, Shuyu was a more suitable candidate for this position, but the alliance needs to put the best diplomats in Ideal City, and no one is more suitable to speak on behalf of the alliance on the Supreme Council than that young man who is calm.

Both are directly responsible to themselves, and Shuyu himself has no opinion, he is willing to do anything for the alliance.

Like Lu Bei, they are the most loyal young men in the alliance.

What's the matter? Don't worry, take a breath first, and speak slowly. Without blaming him for his recklessness, Chu Guang looked at him seriously and said.

It's Boulder City! Something happened in Boulder City! Cheng Yan swallowed, and hurriedly continued, Our embassy sent a message saying that workers in the industrial zone surrounded the guard post and demanded to be released. co-workers, or arrest them together.”

Chu Guang asked with a frown.

and after?

Cheng Yan said with a wry smile.

Then their prisons were full...

There was a moment of silence in the office.

Chu Guang had mixed feelings in his heart, and said with a sigh.

Is anyone dead?

No...but there were a lot of injuries, and because the guards of Boulder City found our newspaper, the letter we always wrote to them, and a hundred chips in the homes of the arrested people, the Boulder City authorities suspected that it was us What the hell. Cheng Yan glanced at Chu Guang cautiously, Our editor-in-chief mentioned you in the letter...I want to confirm, is it true?

I asked him to mention it.

So that's the case, then I understand!

Cheng Yan nodded immediately, with a knowing expression on his face.

If it's the manager's plan, then it's fine.

He had no doubt that the manager was right, and the only thing he was worried about was the mouth of the editor-in-chief of Survivor Daily.

Chu Guang could guess from the expression on his face that this guy must be thinking wrong, so he couldn't help but said.

It's true that this matter has nothing to do with us, but it's definitely not what you think. One hundred chips to buy a person who can't fit in a prison... Even if I tell them that I did this, will they believe it? ?”

Cheng Yan smiled wryly and said, I... I don't know, but it's not that serious. I think they don't intend to make this a big deal. They just warn us not to try to hinder them with small tricks.

Chu Guang: Then?

Cheng Yan shook his head.

there is none left.

Gone?

Chu Guang couldn't help but clicked his tongue.

Seeing how anxious you are, I thought he closed our embassy.

In that case, he would respect those nobles as a man.

Guy like Yard, who dared to bring a gun to the alliance's resident to ask for an explanation, he turned a blind eye to it and ignored it, but looked at that guy appreciatively.

It's not without reason that the people of the Honey Badger Kingdom are willing to support that guy.

But thinking of this, Chu Guang was puzzled for a while. It stands to reason that the people of the River Valley Province are tough, and the most indispensable thing is the wastelanders who are fierce and fierce. How come they have reached the level of the landlords, from the old leech to the old Brown. weak legs.

Cheng Yan coughed dryly and said.

That shouldn't be the case. They may also be worried that you won't pay back the money, so they won't die because of a small thing...

This is not a trivial matter. As the fuse that detonated the crisis, it is already very serious.

Chu Guang sighed, glanced at the draft paper on the table, and crossed out what he just wrote, because those gentle measures would definitely be useless.

To be honest, nothing happened after the celebration, and there were even signs of economic recovery in Boulder City. He was a little relieved, thinking that it should be able to survive the wave of spring next year, but he didn't expect such a thing to happen. .

He didn't want to guess the conspiracy behind it.

Not everything must have a well-thought-out reason, and history itself advances in countless coincidences.

Maybe it all started with some guy who smoked and didn't stomp on the butts, and just happened to throw the butts in a trash can full of gunpowder.

Chu Guang suddenly remembered one thing.

Speaking of which, why did those workers suddenly surround the guardhouse?

Hearing the manager's sudden question, Cheng Yan froze for a moment, frowned and said after thinking for a moment.

I heard from the person in charge of the embassy over there... It seems that the owner of a food processing factory bribed the guards there to arrest the man who reads the newspaper at the workers' association every day.

Chu Guang: ...

Good guy.

It really is? !

After roughly sorting out the cause and effect relationship of the matter, Chu Guang was in a somewhat complicated mood.

He was the one who installed the accelerator for Boulder City, and he also stepped on the first gas pedal, but he really didn't expect that this thing would get out of control in the first place.

His players are all helping talents, and immediately went up to do a kick, and the NPCs of the alliance didn't hold back, and followed up to make up the knife.

However, the gentlemen in the inner city thought it was not fast enough, not only did a few kicks themselves, but even welded the door of the car to death, and behind this, not only the alliance, but also other forces are also contributing to the flames and taking advantage of it.

Malvern was probably the most sane guy, and one of the few good guys willing to benefit the outer city dwellers, at least relative to his shareholders.

But it was too late for him to stop him, so he could only use the method he gave him to quench his thirst by drinking poison. Ironically, the first person to step on the gas pedal is now the one who most wants to step on the brakes.

I hope I can survive this winter at least... Chu Guang pressed his eyebrows, sighed and said, Otherwise, the wave of spring will be a big problem.

Cheng Yan was slightly taken aback.

Because of work needs, he did a serious investigation, and with the help of the embassy, ​​he collected some history that the nobles of Boulder City may not have taken seriously.

In the history of Boulder City for less than two centuries, similar things actually happened, and in the end they were settled by those gentlemen.

Otherwise, the city lord there would have been replaced long ago.

Not surprisingly, it should be the same this time...

He muttered something under his breath.

It's not that serious...

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(Thanks to the leader of Samsara Thousand Changes and the Silver League for the reward!!! Boss is generous!!!)

(In addition, a few more words, military, economics, culture, industry, infrastructure, technology, farming, joyful daily life, player’s adventure, this book will write a little bit, each settlement and shelter has a different ending, no There will be two identical 79s, and there will be no two identical Boulder City, and Jinchuan Province will not change the map by painting the map of Luoxia Province with green paint. The novel is a complete story, it After all, it’s not a short video. If you give a thumbs up to a beauty, next time I’ll only push you a beauty. Also, why do people insist on linking the wasteland with reality? Is that a one-dimensional thing, even if it’s ice? The winter home of the steam age, I think it is more reliable than pulling some specious things.)