This Game Is Too Realistic

The studio of the Boulder Voice newspaper.

House tremblingly looked at the thugs who stepped into the newspaper office, then glanced at Joey who was standing with the thugs, and said tremblingly.

Mr. Centurion...you, what are you doing?

The K-10 Iron Wall heavy-duty exoskeleton, the proud work of Jushi's military industry, is generally equipped by front-line combat officers such as heavy infantry who serve as forwards or commanders of tens and centurions. It is said that one punch can kill a two-headed cow.

Of course, the guys who wear these guys use guns most of the time, rarely close hand to hand combat.

Knowing this, House was almost scared to pee.

Joey glanced at House with a trace of disgust in his eyes.

He didn't like this guy very much, although he liked it for a while before. Ever since he got the newspaper, he discovered that there was hardly a word of truth in this man's mouth, and it was as nutritious as nutrient cream.

Come and bring victory and glory to my children, come and be their example.

Joey glanced back at Lovett and Alyssa, and everyone at the trade union.

I leave it to you.

Lovett nodded, walked up to House, looked at the pale clown and said.

Lend us the radio.

He used a loan, but House didn't dare to say no at all, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice, with a flattering smile on his pale face.

Please, please use it! Do you need me to help you adjust the equipment? Dear... Mr. Worker.

Look at the sawdust on the trousers, it should be noble carpentry work.

No need, a worker came out, pushing away disgusted House who wanted to get close to them, I made your equipment...Damn it, I feel uncomfortable hearing your drake voice!

Another worker laughed.

Haha, I agree! It's even worse than Lovett's sawing wood!

House! How about learning a duck call? It must be better than the things you usually say!

House's anxious face turned blue and white, and his distorted expression was about to cry.

At this time, a cough came.

Cough! Everyone be quiet, we don't have to embarrass 'Ken', we only get back what belongs to us!

Dragging House, who was almost scared to pee his pants, out of the workers, Lovett patted him on the shoulder, led him by the neck to the door of the newspaper office, and said kindly.

Go home, don't go out at night, wait for the door of the giant wall to open and find a way to escape.

We won't beat you, but it's not good for others to say.

Thank... thank you!

Touched by the exchange of tears, House thanked him a thousand times, and ran out of the newspaper office, like a mouse that fell into a snowdrift, and disappeared without a trace.

Smiling at the figure that disappeared into the night, Lovett closed the door, returned to the crowded studio, and took over the microphone adjusted by the worker.

He cleared his throat and was about to speak when a crisp voice suddenly interrupted him from the side.

Wait a moment.

People looked at the little girl one after another.

Arisa continued in a serious voice without being afraid even if she was watched by countless pairs of eyes.

We have to prepare a broadcast script, or a speech script. Everyone will hear your voice, and we have to convey every message accurately, not only to the residents of the outer city, but also to the residents of the inner city...Jane In short, we need a specific program to tell them how we should win and what will change after we win.

Her eyes shone with wisdom and courage different from those of her peers, and this experience seemed to make her grow up by several years at once.

Lovett felt that there was something of the President of Malvern in her, but it was completely different.

But what does it matter?

Pohl and Master Stephen were actually only one thought away.

She was Malvern's daughter, and it was normal to look like her father, but it would be scary if she didn't look like her at all.

She's right.

Lovett put the microphone down and looked at everyone in the union, We need to draft a platform to tell our partners that this is an uprising, not a riot.

A worker nodded.

That's right, and tell those mercenaries to be honest! Don't think they are the only ones with guns!

Seeing everyone discussing in a hurry, Alyssa's flushed face was covered with a happy smile.

Finally someone was willing to listen to her.

And there are so many people.

In fact, she is not helpless.

She believed that in the future, she would be able to think of a better and more mature solution than crying.

We don't intend to destroy everything, but we want a new beginning! Lovett looked at the workers and said shyly, How about this opening sentence?

An electrician gives a thumbs up.

marvelous!

With the encouragement of his fellow workers, Lovett began to improvise, telling stories like Sperger who read a newspaper.

...The physical Stephen can be destroyed, but the invisible Stephen cannot be destroyed. We are their ghosts, and they are our ghosts.

Joey coughed.

Stop, this sentence can be changed. Except for you workers, many people don't know the story of the awakened Boer, and they may feel confused.

Besides, it's too cumbersome. These words can be said at the time of victory. Alisa also nodded. At this moment, we should use the simplest language to tell everyone what to do next.

Just like the manager of the league!

Lovett scratched the back of his head.

makes sense.

Most of the workers actually heard the story of the awakened Boll through word of mouth. After all, Sberg was taken away by the masters not long after the snow fell.

Many people have heard different versions.

If Sberg is still alive, when he is rescued, he must be asked to finish writing the story.

Everyone was thinking hard together.

Some people propose to improve the treatment of labor, some people propose to lower the price of bread, and some people demand to increase taxes on the rich... But these various ideas seem to be itching through the boots.

Alyssa suddenly thought of the fundamental law of the alliance and the declaration made by the administrator at the celebration, so she had an idea and said.

Charter!

Joey frowned slightly.

You mean the law? Boulder City has a law.

But nobles don't have to abide by it, don't they? Alisa looked at him intently, As long as you have a black card, you won't be punished for violating it, and they didn't take Sberg away because he violated any laws, right? ?”

Joey nodded.

The guards under the militia took him away.

It has to be different from now on, otherwise whatever we do will be meaningless and everything will be back to square one!

Alisa looked at them with piercing eyes, and clenched her slender fists, The inner city must release Sberg, and from today we must discuss a 'fundamental law' that everyone abides by! We must Give it the power of the card!

Joey stared blankly at the little girl in front of him.

He suddenly felt that his risk of betting his future and fate was not meaningless. Perhaps this settlement would really be different after tomorrow, and his children, grandsons, and great-grandchildren would regard him as a true pride and pride in the future. example.

The big horned deer god is above.

Though Boulder never had a king...

But if she is willing to be crowned, he is willing to serve the queen.

Lovett also looked at her blankly, muttering in his mouth.

Bohr...It turned out to be Bohr...Is she also Bohr?

He remembered that Sperger had written.

Bohr broke off his black card...

...

There is no eternal emperor, and no eternal city-state.

Still, two centuries of wandering will not be in vain.

People were fed up with the barbaric life of ruthlessness and blood, so they mustered up the courage to borrow the fire from the sky to disperse the dark age.

And when people finally learned to light the pyre by their own strength, the priest who watched over the fire quietly withdrew from the stage of history.

This is not a pity for those who watch the tinder.

If he does not take the initiative to move towards a new era.

His people will one day be swallowed up by darkness.

The old man who designed this settlement may not have thought of what happened today—the future that even computers have never imagined.

He led people to build a huge wall, designed Fang Ming, entrusted the descendants to its care, and designed the final death for it.

This is actually a gift.

Only life and death can be called real life, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the cold and hard stone.

It becomes human at the last moment.

And the children it guarded also ushered in a new dawn after a long period of sinking.

In the face of inescapable danger, people gathered together again.

They worked together to ignite the fire, just like the ancestors more than two hundred years ago, overcame the difficulties and faced the disaster of the day.

People leaning shoulder to shoulder, regardless of high or low, old or young, sit in front of the fire to keep warm. There is no difference between the poor and the rich, because everything is not important now.

Starting tomorrow, everyone will be the same.

People threw chips into the fire.

Seeing the alternating yellow and green fire arcs dancing on the fire, the children had long-lost smiles on their faces.

Some people sang songs, some played the six-stringed zither, and some people made their stories into a poem and taught the children to sing it.

Winter is suddenly not so cold.

The workers took out the food in the warehouse and distributed it to everyone. Anyway, their boss had already run away from the settlement.

Of course, they didn't get it for nothing.

Inside they left little slips of paper, checks from their bosses—and now it was time to cash them.

The Union of Workers captured the Boulder Voice broadcast, and a representative named Lovett announced the platform of the uprising on the radio.

That was for the nobles in the inner city.

It is also for my own people to listen to.

The endless cycle ends here, and after the endless night comes a new beginning.

The sun really doesn't rise just because people are getting out of bed.

But the sun will rise eventually.

This is also the eternal destiny and truth...

...

The next morning.

The heavy snow finally stopped, and the sun came out from the thick cloud cover, coating the snow-capped streets of Boulder City with a layer of golden yellow.

After announcing the uprising program, the Workers Association called on the residents to unite through the Boulder City Voice broadcast, and cooperated with the militia to uniformly ration the inventory in the city.

After discussions between the workers' association and the militia, they decided to join the city hall to establish a Crisis Response Office and transition to the new Boulder City authority.

The immediate problem is to solve the problem at hand.

In order to fill everyone's stomachs, some workers returned to their posts under the mobilization of the workers' association.

The nutrient paste production plant reopened, and the welfare home of the workers' association, the Boulder City Prison, also began to open to the public.

However, there is still a huge shortage of supplies.

Even though Malvern intercepted a batch of goods that should have been sent to the alliance to deliver the order some time ago, the remaining food and daily necessities are still in short supply.

There are also big differences between the workers' association and the militia group on whether to forcibly confiscate supplies from some residents who have hoarded a large amount of food.

Some people think that heavy codes should be used in troubled times, some people think that this is the robbery of Chiguoguo, and some people propose to give some compensation to those who have been confiscated... But now all fools know that the chips are worthless.

Nobody acknowledges that thing anymore.

Giving chips is tantamount to grabbing!

The trade unions can mobilize employees, and the militia can mobilize soldiers who stand on the side of the outer city residents, but Boulder City is not limited to these people.

Who will mobilize the citizens and mercenaries?

Seeing that there was no way to take advantage of the fire, some mercenaries clamored to leave the city, and some citizens also wanted to go out. I heard that begging in the alliance is more comfortable than here.

If it is said that all the residents of this city were honorably on the side of ideals last night, then today they have to face a severe reality——

The gentlemen of the inner city left them with a huge mess.

The Boulder City, which was handed over to the residents of Boulder City, has been bitten by countless moths and riddled with holes...

An office in City Hall.

Alisa was carefully flipping through the ledger in her hand and checking it with the documents spread out on the table.

As a member of the Crisis Office, the youngest at that, she was responsible for liquidating the assets now available to the Outer City Hall.

Although some people expressed doubts about her experience and position, the members of the workers' association expressed their support.

Most of the members of the Workers Association have simple values.

They would rather trust a little girl who is not so skilled, but at least willing to tell them the truth, than those smart guys who are full of lies and cunning.

It's okay to be wrong.

Just change it.

We are not unreasonable savages.

And Alisa did not live up to everyone's expectations.

The first thing she did was to confiscate her home in the outer city, and then her brother's cronies and friends in the outer city also copied the property.

The computer of the Boulder City Bank records every chip expenditure, and it is easy to find out the assets hidden by the nobles in the outer city.

These are ill-gotten gains.

It should belong to all the residents of Boulder City.

Looking at the thick stack of ledgers in her hand, Alisa's eyes were filled with sadness.

Only now did she realize what her father had carried for his family and this colony.

The economy is just a means of distributing materials, and it cannot create something that does not exist out of thin air.

As my father said before he left, he had tried everything he could think of, but he still couldn't stop the train that was rushing down the mountain.

Thinking of the sad old father, Alisa couldn't help complaining to the spiritual pillar in her heart - the respected manager.

You did too hard...

The frowning Alisa sighed, and gently closed the ledger in her hand.

Liquidated damages for private factories is already a mess.

No matter how the alliance factories complain, all they can do is apologize.

After all, the bargaining chip has been completely finished, and those orders that are denominated in chips continue to be done, which is tantamount to doing nothing for the alliance.

Not to mention that the bosses who signed those orders have already run away. They can't let the workers who are also creditors pay off the debts of those profiteers, right?

Of course, they will also forgive the debts that are denominated in chips... After all, there is no point in having more chips.

Boulder City must survive the cold winter with the few remaining supplies, and the foreign trade of Boulder City can only be suspended for a while.

But the problem is that the raw materials of Boulder City are completely dependent on imports!

Whether industrial or food raw materials.

They may not sell things to outsiders, but outsiders will not give them things for no reason.

Alisa suddenly had a whim.

perhaps……

Should everyone be encouraged to grow some vegetables in pots?

But where did the seeds come from?

She heard that farming is not easy.

Like the league next door.

They cultivated seeds in the numerically controlled planting towers in the northern suburbs and in the planting areas of the shelter, together with the chemical fertilizers produced in the industrial area, in order to maintain the high yield of crops on the northern shore of Linghu Lake.

But now the crops in the northern suburbs alone are no longer enough to fully meet the needs of the Union residents.

Recently, they transformed part of the outside fields into breeding fields, managed by the Seed Research Section of the Biological Laboratory, and then exported the produced seeds and fertilizers from the industrial area to Luoxia Province in exchange for a large amount of foundation crops, which filled the stomachs of all the residents of the alliance.

And there are countless details that she can't see.

The issue of food alone contains knowledge that cannot be written in a book. Although she has gone to school, the teacher has never taught her these things in depth.

Alisa felt a dull pain between her brows.

ah ah ah...

too difficult!

She didn't sleep all night yesterday. Even though she was in a state of excitement, she couldn't hold it anymore.

Lying on the table with her little hands stretched out, Alisa, who was dozing with her face pressed against the account book, couldn't help thinking wildly in her dizzy mind.

or……

How about acting like a baby to the manager?

This might be a good idea.

Maybe for the sake of his cuteness, maybe he will give everyone in Boulder City some supplies?

She is willing to do anything as long as it allows everyone to survive the winter safely, after all, her family owes too much to the residents of this settlement.

People kindly forgave her, but unilateral giving was just charity. She also wanted to do something for everyone, and pay off the debts owed by her father, mother, brothers and sisters.

This is the only thing she can do...

Thinking about it, Alisa's face suddenly turned red, and she shook her head vigorously, driving those unrealistic thoughts that popped up one after another out of her steaming mind.

She can't be like her father...

Asking for help is useless.

...He said that I would become an outstanding person. While whispering silently, Alisa moved her face away from the ledger and regained her composure.

It was that sentence that encouraged her.

She stood up bravely at that critical moment that determined the fate of herself and everyone else.

If she chooses to stand by and watch, and everyone watches silently like her, they will not go to the one-in-a-million possibility.

I've accomplished one thing...I can't let him down.

Her eyes became clear again, and Alisa's eyes shone with wisdom, thinking to herself.

...However, there should be hope for diplomatic negotiations with the alliance on the refugee matter.

The alliance should not be willing to see hundreds of thousands of refugees destroy the order they managed to maintain, and helping Boulder City is also helping themselves.

The temporary apartment building they built can currently house more than 40,000 people, and it is said that more than half of them have already lived there.

Obviously they also underestimated the rottenness of Boulder City.

That respected Mr. Manager, at this moment, should also be having a headache about how to dismantle the bomb that is close at hand?

uh-huh.

Discovering a breakthrough to solve the problem, a faint smile curled up on the corner of her mouth.

Dear Mr. Manager, we will keep the door shut and persuade everyone to wait patiently for the end of winter and spring. At the same time, we also implore the alliance to support us with some nutritional cream and winter fuel for our survival... we I sincerely ask you to lend a helping hand to us.

Such negotiations should be feasible.

If it is not possible, it can be in the name of a loan.

The new authorities of Boulder City borrowed a special loan from Union Bank to purchase emergency relief supplies such as nutritional cream.

I heard that the food is not tasty and not nutritious, but she is willing to eat it with everyone until everyone's life is on the right track again.

As for the future...

Alisa looked a little confused.

The best result for Boulder City is naturally to join the alliance, or at least become a collaborator of the alliance like the countries in the sunset province.

But she can't make a decision on this matter alone, and needs to discuss it with everyone in this settlement.

And it's useless for them to think about it.

The population of Boulder City is larger than the combined four cities of the Alliance. If you want to join others, you have to consider whether others will take over.

This is a super invincible huge mess...

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Lovett walked in from the outside.

Alyssa stood up immediately with her hands on the table.

Mr. Lovett, you came just in time. I hope you can negotiate with the Alliance on behalf of Boulder City!

Lovett froze for a moment, then frowned.

Let's not worry about it for now... something big happened in the inner city.

Alisa froze for a moment.

...inner city?

Because there are still a lot of troubles in the outer city that have not been resolved, the new authorities of Boulder City did not force the residents in the inner city to surrender, nor did they urge them to come out immediately, but unilaterally announced to them the uprising program and the establishment of the new authority. matters.

The huge wall has been controlled by the rebel soldiers, and the control of the militia has basically been in the hands of Joey and other grassroots officers. If it was said that the inner city kept the outer city out, then now it is The outer city surrounded the entire inner city.

After the troubles in the outer city have been settled, it is the same to deal with the problems of the residents in the inner city.

Alyssa didn't understand why Lovett mentioned the inner city at this moment, but when she finished listening to his narration, her entire face turned pale.

What... the megalithic building is about to collapse?!

Lovett nodded with a complicated expression.

I don't think Stephen...I mean the inner city folks are not lying.

They have hoarded supplies enough for them in the inner city for several months. If something terrible happened, their attitude last night probably meant that they planned to guard the wall until all of us died of old age.

Alisa bit her lip.

Her mother and siblings are still inside...

What request did they... make?

Lovett was silent for a while and said.

It doesn't matter what they ask for. The question now is how we treat them after they come out. Of course, the members of the Workers' Association said that as long as Sberg is still alive, they can spare their lives. But we all feel that, Sberg probably won't survive, after all, with the amount of bleeding, I would believe even if you said that a pig was killed there...

The office fell silent.

Just when the atmosphere was extremely stiff, a light cough suddenly came into the door along with the sound of footsteps.

Cough... my old friend, are you so eager for me to die?

Hearing the familiar voice, Lovett turned around instantly in surprise, only to see Sberger standing at the door with a smile on his face, with his arms still flabbergasted on the door frame.

Big Horned Deer God is here...

Lovett stepped forward quickly, patted this guy's rough old face, almost bursting into tears, You're still alive! How did you do it?

That's not my blood... Slapping Lovett's hand away, Sberg said with a smile, You may not believe it, but thanks to the respected Lord, I watched a long, long Movie.

The city lord? What does it have to do with the city lord... Lovett suddenly remembered something, grabbed his collar, and said impatiently, Don't worry about the electricity, what's the story behind?!

Sberg looked at him sheepishly.

Actually, you have already finished writing for me, and the writing is much better than mine...

Lovett stared at him.

Don't be so desperate! We want to see your writing!

Okay, okay...I'll finish writing it in one go when I'm free, but I may have to go to the northern suburbs first to collect materials.

Holding down a beard that was about to go crazy, Sberg coughed, and then looked at a teary-eyed little girl in the room.

It's the first time I met... Are you Alisa? My name is Sberg, a worker in a cannery who works for nothing. It is estimated that a young lady like you will never know a poor ghost like me in her whole life.

Don't say such bullying words, she is with us now.

A big hand was placed on his shoulder, and Joey walked in through the door, watching Alisa and continuing.

They let Sberg out, and everyone in the Workers' Association decided to pardon the residents of the inner city because he was intact. They can stay and join us, after all, this is their home. Of course, they also You can go out, but the rules are still the same as ours, 20 kilograms of luggage per person—

Sberg immediately added.

Wait, you have to add one, the value is less than ten thousand silver coins—

Thanks!!!

Enduring the tears that welled up in her eyes, Alisa lowered her head vigorously and bowed deeply, but the tears hidden by her bangs still couldn't help but fell to the floor.

Of course, those were not sad tears...

She couldn't describe the surging emotions in her heart at the moment.

Hand in hand, they came to an almost impossible ending.

But right now they are standing here.

all together...

At this time, a small hand suddenly tugged on her sleeve lightly, and a crisp voice came from the side.

Sister, don't cry...everyone is saved.

Alisa opened her eyes wide, raised her head slightly, and saw a little girl who was only six or seven years old, looking at her worriedly.

Who are you……

My child, Anna.

Walking to Alisa's side, Joey hugged Anna, pamperingly scratching the bridge of the little guy's nose with his index finger.

She came back this morning, together with her brothers, sisters and mother, followed those people who escaped from the inner city... I told them everything, and the little guy was clamoring to see that Alisa elder sister.

Alisa stared blankly at the father and daughter, and subconsciously sniffed, not wanting to leave a crying impression on her little fans.

But Anna didn't care much.

Maybe because she is also a crybaby, looking at Alisa who suddenly stopped crying, she immediately gave her thumbs up with sparkling eyes.

Sister is awesome!

Alicia blushed.

I... I actually didn't do anything. Your father is better.

Hahaha, of course!

Joey smiled heartily, the corners of his unshaven mouth curled up unconsciously, and he didn't hide the pride on his face at all.

My precious girl can say—

I'm proud of her.

...

The gloomy and cold boulder building is empty at the moment.

Rhine, who was injured a bit, worked hard, and finally sneaked in here at dawn when the gate of the inner city opened.

He hid in the inner city for a while, making sure that no one followed, and then touched the huge stone building in the center.

When everyone was going out, he was the only one who ran to the inner city.

The residents of the inner city were like crazy, crowded at the exit, and fled like pigs out of the cage.

But this played right into his arms.

He didn't care about the struggle between the poor and the powerful. Buguera didn't have so many nonsense things. Every employee under the Flint Group was extremely happy, and everything put the interests of the company first.

As a member of Huoshi Group, he came to get something...

It is also a weapon that can allow the Free State to obtain real freedom.

Pushing open the door of the conference hall, he stepped over the doorway full of documents, and hurriedly looked around the messy palace with a flashlight and pistol.

This is the place where noble gentlemen usually hold meetings.

Damn...why don't you even turn on the lights. Rhine muttered.

Although the sky outside has been lit up by the dawn sun, the giant stone building is surrounded by circles of tall buildings, so not much light can find it here.

The light of the morning sun pulls the shadows of the curtains, making the old elders grow...

Hehe...hehe...

The creepy laughter suddenly floated, startling Rhine, and quickly pointed the light and gun at the corner of the meeting room.

There was a man sitting there.

Dressed in a luxurious suit.

It looks like it should be an aristocrat in the inner city.

Rhine was overjoyed, cleared his throat and shouted.

Hey, friend, make a deal! As long as you help me find something, I'll take you out of this damned place!

Deal? Go out? Hehe...hehe...hahahahaha!

Sid, who was originally smiling, suddenly burst out laughing maniacally.

The sudden violent movement and laughter startled Rhine again, thinking that this guy was trying to play some trick, the gun in his hand almost went off.

Shut up! Are you crazy!?

Rhine roared angrily, and walked towards him, ready to give this crazy guy a little color.

Sid ignored him, just staring at the trader in his hand, or at the line stuck to the edge of the screen that was motionless.

It fell down, I actually took it down... hey... it fell down...

Did it fall? Rhine frowned and looked at him, What fell?

Sid still didn't answer.

It seemed that he was the only one left in his world, his heartbeat was like the thread that was welded to the floor, completely lost its ups and downs...

The S coin avalanche.

One S coin is less than 0.00001 chips.

He didn't know why it fell so badly.

Like he didn't know why that thing was going up.

It turns out that S coins can fall below the issue price...

Sid knows now.

But no one ever told him.

It's all over.

Sid, who was ashen-faced, muttered to himself, like a living corpse, and looked up at the ceiling numbly.

He seemed to see his ancestors waving to him.

Father... Grandpa... I'm sorry.

I lost.

I can't beat them...they will fight against me, they are really nothing, and neither am I.

Tears slid down the creases at the corners of his eyes, rolled down his earlobe, and fell to the ground, onto the black card covered in dust.

He suddenly sat up straight as if he was electrocuted, covered his face with his hands, and shook his shoulders like a child who has done something wrong.

woo woo woo woo……

I……

I'm going to apologize to you in person!

In the end, he still didn't have the courage to face the people outside...

Suddenly the floor began to tremble.

Rhine's face changed suddenly.

He didn't know what happened, but he knew that the building under his feet was probably as mad as the old thing in front of him.

day--

It was too late to escape.

The falling rubble quickly submerged everything here, and with the last corner of his vision, he saw that the crazy old man suddenly stood up and embraced the falling ceiling...

The megalithic building collapsed.

The splashed dust engulfed the entire inner city in an instant, and slammed into the wall of the inner city together with the tumbling rubble.

Then scroll up...

that building.

After all, it still collapsed.

...

Distant Wind Hotel.

Luxury suite on the highest floor.

The father and son stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the Boulder City which was close at hand.

Standing here, the line of sight can just go over the huge wall, and you can see all the way to the inner city.

Wei Jia specially reserved this room with the widest view, just to watch the last bustle of this settlement.

Reston, the boss here, is a man of great business.

Even though he paid with chips, he didn't kick himself out just because the chips were worthless now.

Staring intently at the dust billowing in the distance, Wei Jia poked all ten of her fingers on the window, muttering nonsense.

Collapsed... actually collapsed...

It was beyond his expectation that the Boulder Building would be blown up.

Was it bombed by the mob?

still……

Its expiration date is over?

Ah... my dear Master Sid, you must be safe.

A distorted smile gradually appeared on Wei Jia's face. In order not to let his son see it, he also poked his nose against the window.

The little fat man Pilu who was standing aside muttered.

It's a pity...my chips haven't been released yet.

Take it as a lesson, kid. Wei Jia restrained her twisted smile and put her hands on his shoulders. If you want to be an excellent trader, you must first have a nose that is more sensitive than a hyena.

Pilu tilted his round head.

A nose sharper than a hyena?

Risk, Wei Jia said with a smile, you have to know whether it's a human or a ghost, and you also have to be careful about whether you're holding money or paper. You've done a good job with S coins, but it's not good enough. I have noticed the risks of S coins, but I have not noticed that the chips it anchors may also become garbage.”

Who would have thought of this... It took a century and a half. Pilu muttered.

Wei Jia said with a smile.

So the people there are now poor ghosts, and we get out unscathed.

While talking, there was a knock on the door, and Aaron opened the door and walked in.

Wei Jia immediately turned to look at him.

Where's Sid?

He has already transferred all the properties that can be transferred, and now the only thing in this city that he can't let go of is his childhood partner.

Aaron shook his head regretfully.

Not in the team that evacuated the inner city... He should be dead.

A look of disappointment floated on Wei Jia's face, and she muttered in despair.

Dead... actually died.

Aaron paused and continued.

But his wife and three children are still alive, including the eldest son who is married.

He thought the boss would be interested in this clue.

Sure enough, when he said these words, the flame of desire was rekindled in those lost eyes.

Leaving the French window, Wei Jia walked up to Aaron excitedly and held his shoulder.

Be sure to fish them out! Everyone!

After letting go of Aaron's shoulders, Wei Jia rubbed his hands excitedly, walked to the side table, and poured himself a glass of red wine collected by General McLennan.

...I promised, I will repay Master Sid's kindness well, now it's our turn to repay the kindness!

He didn't forget the words he said to the master in Sid's house that day——

'I will always be loyal to you... I will repay you, my lord. '

Looking at the fiery eyes, Aaron nodded helplessly.

learn.

What a wicked boss...

But on this wasteland.

How can there be so many good people?

Seeing the door close, Wei Jia suddenly thought of something, shook her index finger forward, put down the wine in her hand, and returned to the French window.

The dust in the distance has dispersed.

But there is another person who is staring there intently, as if missing something.

They can't miss it.

Any regrets must be settled now.

Putting her hands on her son's fat shoulders, Wei Jia spoke softly.

My child... Is there anyone you can't let go of? I'll ask Uncle Aaron to help you buy him out.

Kumit!

Pilu's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile.

I really like playing with him, but he is too domineering. He always grabs the toys and girls I like. He never does this to Kixiu.

Vija frowned.

This problem needs to be corrected.

Pilu immediately lowered his head in fear.

sorry……

Keep your head up, my child, Wei Jia patted him on the shoulder, and said softly, It's not you who should apologize, hope is human nature, what I want to tell you is... the waywardness must be corrected Change, you can't be as rude as those rude guys. You see, rubbing ashes is their end.

Pirou nodded seriously.

I will remember the lesson.

A satisfied smile appeared on Wei Jia's face.

As expected of his son.

There is nothing wrong with inheriting his mantle.

I'm very happy, but you can't just take care of yourself. You have to help your good friend. After all, he has 'taken care' of you. We all have to go to the cannibal wasteland to make a living in the future, and he can't Not as self-willed as before.

The small mung beans squeezed in the fat were shining brightly, Pilu nodded vigorously, and said in a deep voice.

I see! I will help Master Kumit get rid of his willful and rude habits, and let him remember that he can't always steal other people's things.

That's great. Wei Jia gave a thumbs up, laughed and patted his son's shoulder, I will send you to the Buguera Free State, and Master Kumit will go to school with you, remember to take care of him Hit him.

Don't worry, father! Pilu nodded excitedly and said, But why don't we go to Ideal City?

It's not suitable for us there, their ideals are poison to everyone but them, you will understand when you grow up, Wei Jia smiled, and you don't want to become an idiot like Kisio Bar.

That Kixiu is really not very smart, and it is the most tiring to praise him, Pilu muttered, By the way, there is another Kixiu... Father, don't we help Malvin's family too?

Pilu doesn't care about Kisho, but he remembers that Kisho has a beautiful sister.

She was pretty much the prettiest woman he had ever seen, and the older girls at Queen of the Night couldn't compare to her.

But Kisio never refused to bring her into their circle.

A trace of fear suddenly appeared in Wei Jia's eyes, staring into his son's eyes, and said in a non-joking tone.

He has his own father, so we don't have to worry about it.

certainly.

Wei Jia did not tell his son that what he was afraid of was not the collapsed Malvern, but his youngest daughter Alisa.

To be precise, it was the person standing behind her.

Until the end of this war, Weijia Trading Company did not fully investigate all the cards played by the Alliance in the Big Rock City Crisis.

They finished everything neatly, got rid of the chips, got rid of the black cards, didn't kill anyone, and packed up the spoils and went home smartly.

Even he, the chief soldier who was squatting in the trench and was beaten dizzily, couldn't help admiring that they really played a good game of chess.

His lord Sid was not wronged.

All the bright and dark lines point to the manager. He is not sure whether Malvern has secretly reached an exchange of benefits with the alliance, but he has to pay enough attention to a piece of inconspicuous information.

According to the results of Aaron's investigation, during the alliance's triumphant celebration, Alyssa had a chance encounter with that administrator.

The ruler of the alliance seemed to have said a lot, applauding what a capable woman she would be.

Then, the day after Melvin settled in the hotel of the company's subsidiary company and met Luca, the lord of Dawn City, he secretly went to the Union's bank to apply for a card.

Although these are just rumors, maybe it was the old fox of Malvern who let it out, but considering that Xinweijia Trading Company will have to do business in the River Valley Province in the future, this matter still needs to be carefully considered .

He is risk averse.

Especially with unnecessary risks...

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(Fang Ming’s ending was actually written at the beginning. Its name is a metaphor. In fact, some smart readers discovered it a long time ago. It is a homonym of format. Go through life without regrets, and at the last moment Knowing love and hate, re-acquainted with its own designer, this is already the best ending for it.)