This Game Is Too Realistic

House: Sinking in a dream, dying in madness... This is probably the most true portrayal of the survivors of Dawn City. A company selling fish was fired by them for 25 billion silver coins, and the entire alliance did not add up to that much money. , this is much more expensive than the S coin that destroyed Boulder City!

It can be seen that they have not learned the painful lesson of Boulder City at all. Instead, they hold the rubbish as treasures in their palms, while the real treasures are treated like rubbish and discarded like a shoe.

The greatness of Boulder City was not because of the bargaining chips, but because of the hard-working workers! But the alliance pays those guys... Cough, I mean, if people can earn income without working, which fool would still work? They Using the wrong method to corrupt this group of hardworking people into slackers and drunkards!

I'll put my words here. Sooner or later, the alliance will collapse. Those who have silver coins in their pockets will regret it in the end. It will be a matter of time!

Moderator (applause): So, Mr. House, what do you think is the right thing to do?

House: Mr. Sigma is pretty good. Although Firestone Group has taken over the most profitable industry in Buguera, that gentleman will not be stupid enough to pay dividends to shareholders...Of course, I mean this is a good thing, Firestone Group The benefit is moistened to the pockets of everyone in Buguera, and the return is to the entire settlement instead of enriching the wallets of a small group of shareholders. The loss financial report is the best proof, they have been losing money , but has been working conscientiously! Unlike managers who buy people's hearts, Mr. Sigma is an unknown philanthropist and a truly good person!

Host (drinking water): I also think that Mr. Sigma is doing the right thing, but that gentleman is not something you can judge... Well, this is the end of our interview. Today's topic is Baiyue Company. Please The next interviewee...

Soft music blared from the radio at the bar as the host interviewed the next victim of the Boulder bankruptcy.

The recent incidents in Aurora City have stung the residents of Buguera, and they need to give some blood pressure-lowering spiritual massage to these heart-broken children.

After all, the alliance and Buguera are too close, heaven and hell are actually in the same province, and they often have business contacts with each other, which will inevitably bring some gossip.

This is true for each other.

For example, now, the radio in Boulder City can listen to this broadcast.

The residents of Boulder City are all too familiar with that characteristic duck voice.

Sometimes I don't quite understand... Has this guy really listened to what he said? The middle-aged man sitting at the dining table having breakfast made a helpless expression.

It was his proposal to see how Mr. House was doing, but now he regretted changing the channel again.

Listening to that guy barking is better than listening to the battle reports from the front line. Although the latter is a bit boring, it's not that boring anyway.

The waiter who came over with the plate shrugged his shoulders and put a piece of roast rib the size of a palm on the table.

I don't know, but we seem to have collapsed again, after all, it's morning.

Ha ha ha ha.

The waiter amused everyone, and the diners laughed so hard that several of them almost choked.

This is a walnut tavern near the industrial area of ​​Boulder City. The old signboard looks a bit old.

The workers who used to work in the canning factory used to come here to pick up cigarette butts to smoke and drink low-quality wine mixed with water, but now they are used to ordering a beef rib for 3 silver coins before going to work, so that they can refresh their energy between 8 am and noon. maintain the best condition.

Early morning drunks are a minority after all, most people still need to be decent, especially after they have a bank account and a family.

It was also after they had everything that they realized that the so-called quality, elegance, decency, and other messy things are not the patents of nobles at all, but just a series of things woven by those who get nothing for nothing to suppress them mentally. lie.

They themselves saw it most clearly. After their lives got better, they would know more about shame and etiquette than those old nobles.

At least they don't use money to humiliate their fellow citizens, and they don't ask for privileges that override the dignity of others.

Although the mainstream media in the Buguera Free State used to refer to what happened in Boulder City as the Big Rock City Bankruptcy, the residents of Boulder City themselves prefer to call it Big Rock City's Great Change.

For example, House, who was invited to the radio to complain at this moment, is a victim of that change.

Looking at the group of workers who laughed at House, only one person showed a little sympathy.

He was one of them when Joey and Lovett took over the radio station. When he let that house go, he clearly saw the expression on that guy's face.

In fact, I don't hate him. That guy is also a poor man, and he is even more pitiful now. We were all hamsters in a cage. After finally breaking free from the cage, we were able to run outside the rollers, but he We panicked into the new cage just before dawn... I have to admit, we really freaked him out.

That studio might be another kind of assembly line, and the high-ranking host obviously didn't respect that House very much, let alone Sigma who was praised by him.

Several people sitting at the table looked at each other.

I can't agree with you. At least in my opinion, that guy is not worthy of sympathy. He never said a good word for us. He didn't say that he was forced until the end. And now, he was lying at the time, this guy Never thought about it.”

That's right, if he really felt that he was wrong, he wouldn't have escaped from here. Isn't there a saying that a liar is not afraid of being exposed, what is afraid of is that someone remembers that he lied, and all here Everyone remembers.

This statement has been recognized by many people, but not all.

...But because of this, I think it is understandable for him to escape. We have made laws, but there are too many people who hate him. Even if we don't systematically persecute him, we can't stop friends who are out of control Throwing bottles at him and even shooting him in the back of the head.

The noisy debate continued until the bell rang, and a group of workers threw down their messy cups and plates and walked towards the work place.

In the past, they had to arrive at the cannery on time when the bell rang, but the workers would say that workers don't have watches, and they only know the time when they hear the bell after they leave home and you can work energetically only when you are full. For reasons, factories are required to either provide free work meals or allow workers a 20-minute commute.

Although the reason sounds absurd, but the lesser of two evils, the Association of Industry Owners finally chose the latter. In exchange for not affecting the production plan and not drinking alcohol before work, the workers were given a 20-minute paid commute. time.

For the factory, making these drunkards drink less alcohol can already increase a lot of production capacity.

As for those workers, even if it is to keep the decency they have finally won, they will be a little more serious when they work.

But what no one expected was that the biggest beneficiaries of the bargaining between the workers' association and the industrial owners' association were the hawkers pushing the dining carts around the industrial area, so that some taverns that were closed in the morning even became 18 hours or even 24 hours.

Longer business hours mean more employees are needed, or they have to pay expensive overtime pay, so even Boulder City, which is least short of people, has a labor shortage.

Fortunately, survivors who continue to pour into the giant wall fill this gap, especially immigrants from Borneo and the central provinces. Most of them will start by washing dishes.

However, that doesn't mean all.

Niyan, for example, is a special case.

When most people rely on washing dishes to get their ID cards, he immediately came up with the idea of ​​paying to work and hiring Union citizens to be his boss.

not only that.

When the stupid wolf guard was still thinking of ways to make the Duke happy, he had already come up with a brilliant idea - to open a newspaper by himself, and write about the things that the Duke of Galawa liked to read.

It's actually very easy, he doesn't even need to waste his brain cells to think about it, because House has already thought it out for him, he just needs to pinch his nose and copy the guy's nonsense in the studio to paper, and then add some condiments Serve it to the table of the Duke of Galava.

The name of this newspaper is Shuguang Garden Street News. Shuguang naturally refers to Shuguang City, and Huayuan Street Subway Station is the historical place name of Qingquan City.

No one will know that this paper is just a small newspaper, because this paper will not be released to the public at all.

In fact, this can be regarded as taking advantage of a small loophole in the alliance law, just like when he first obtained his status.

Only publicly issued newspapers need to be certified by the industry committee, and the newspapers he runs are only read by the Duke of Galava and the staff of the Xilan Imperial Embassy, ​​and they are published in the name of office supplies, even [Entertainment News] logos do not need to be added.

In fact, Dawn Garden News was not registered in the name of a newspaper at all, and the business categories were filled with office supplies and baby products.

It's just the name of the newspaper.

Of course, due to the ruthless suppression of honest people who dare to tell the truth by the authorities in Shuguang City, the survival of Dawn Garden Newspaper is in jeopardy, and it needs the sponsorship of well-meaning people to continue telling the truth.

Niyang asked the editor in charge of typesetting to leave a bank card number for donations on the last page of the newspaper, in addition to being miserable.

Sure enough, his newspaper office received anonymous donations one after another.

Sometimes these donations are signed by the supreme giant of the white elephant city, sometimes the benevolent and caring elephant poet, and the boatman on the eternal river fighting for equality, but Niyang is more than anyone. It is clear that these vests are actually one person.

After all, there is only one person in the entire Xilan Imperial Embassy who can read Dawn Garden News from beginning to end.

What's more, every time he went to the bank to transfer money, it was he who went there for Duke Galava.

If it wasn't for the bank's receipt, he would have skipped the step of sending money.

Occasionally, the Duke of Jarawa was so elated by the newspapers that he would be asked to telegraph the news of the impending collapse of the alliance and send it to Tiandu in Borneo Province to share that simple joy with the respected Lord Wutuo.

However, neither the Duke of Galava nor His Majesty knew that the entire newspaper office was run by his loyal servant himself from beginning to end.

You are playing with fire, my boss... Dawn City is not Boulder City, and the people here will not tolerate anyone making fun of their respected administrators. Even the most outrageous Goblin Observer will not make fun of living gods. Looking at the increasingly excessive content in the newspaper, the editor in charge of typesetting shook his head, looked at the person standing by the blinds and said.

He is a recent immigrant, he has not experienced the previous things, he has not even obtained an ID card, and his feelings for managers are not as fanatical as ordinary people, just ordinary respect.

After all, after seeing Sigma's hypocrisy, he realized how good a leader who truly cares about his subordinates is.

But the guys in Dawn City don't think so. Their feelings for the manager are like the residents of Luoxia Province have the same feeling for the Spirit of the Sand Sea.

Niyang didn't look back, but looked at the direction of the Embassy Street not far away through the gap in the blinds, and said in a very soft voice.

No one understands the league better than me, no one understands managers better than me ... I'm a true fan of him, as long as we don't foul, nothing will happen.

The editor said with a wry smile.

You must not have heard of the Sindison case.

Before he came to the alliance, he had heard of it. After all, the TV station in the Buguera Free State made a lot of fuss about this incident to ridicule the freedom of the alliance.

Ni Yang continued speaking slowly.

Of course I've heard of it. I've even read the verdict in the court and studied the file carefully. But you, probably only know the name of Hindison, and think that you have seen through the entire alliance. In fact, you and your Just like the guys in my hometown of Buguera Free State, they drank too much sewage and lost their sense of taste, and they couldn’t live without simple definitions and labels.”

The editor was obviously not convinced, but because the other party was the boss, he held back his temper and asked back.

Isn't it true? He had the Guards take the guy up.

Ni Yang looked back at him and said with a smile.

And what do you think would have happened to that Hindison guy if he hadn't? It's a wasteland, and the law can punish the wrongdoer, but it can't bring the dead back to life. I bet, don't talk about sitting On the train home, if the regiment of guards hadn't arrived in time, he wouldn't even have gotten out of that hotel alive.

The editor laughed and said, According to what you say, can he still protect that guy?

Nyan said with a smile.

Protect that guy? Haha, as expected, I'm the only one who really understands that gentleman... What he protects is neither Hindison, nor those guys who make fun of him in his name, but the order of the alliance.

In fact, it was also the case of Hindison that the citizens of the Union broke out with unprecedented enthusiasm, spontaneously participated in the affairs of the representative meeting, and perfected the formulation of a series of laws, such as the method of regulating the newspaper industry and so on.

Unlike the emperor of Xilan, and unlike Sigmar of the Free State, he channeled the people's fanaticism and loyalty to him to the right place.

And this is what Niyang admires most about him.

Looking at the speechless editor, Ni Yang continued.

Just do as I say, that gentleman is not a stingy person, I told you a long time ago that our job is to cheat, and I also need Duke Galava's money, and I need him to continue to be stupid, I have to do a lot of things besides that, not just improve my life... but also do a little bit of good.

In fact, after staying in Dawn City for a period of time, his mentality has undergone some changes, especially after reading The Awakened Ball.

He will never forget that sentence——

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

Those words were like enlightenment, and he who was walking in the maze and couldn't find a way out suddenly sobered up. What the Borneo Province needed was not the lord he admired.

It is meaningless to be mad at the Duke of Jalawa. There is more than one White Elephant City in Borneo, and there is more than one Duke. What's more, this Duke has a large group of wives and a large number of sons. He can pass on the title from generation to generation.

If you want to kill a colony of cockroaches, you can't just focus on one cockroach.

If I really pissed him off, not only would the Xilan Empire not change in any way, but it would return to glory because of the loss of a fool who had nothing but blood.

This is possible. After all, there are not many guys who can pull hatred like Duke Galava. He can't slap the foreign minister of the alliance on the table, but that guy can make Benno, who is an ally, even needn't act. Mrs. Tewan showed a disgusted expression.

In the end, Duke Galava died, and he would lose the only tool he could use.

So instead of pissing him off with the Goblin Observer, he'd be pacified like a baby, basking in the sweetness of milk and honey.

The Duke of Galava will never know exactly where his money was spent.

He wants to use that money to sponsor the Daily Survivor in Potato Chips, and to sponsor those Lunarians who escaped from Lowell's camp to organize events in Port Gum Gallon, Port West Sail, and wherever a spark can be ignited. More Survivor Daily.

Not just paying, but he's contributing himself to Chip Harbor's Daily Survivor, just like Mr. Sberger who wrote Boll the Awakened.

For this reason, he specially visited Boulder City, visited those who experienced the change, even chatted with the gray-haired Boulder City library director, Mr. Melvin, and read the old man's editor for Boulder City. Chronicle Draft.

He and the old man agreed that Hal's Daily Survivor had ignited the spark of enlightenment, and Sberg's Ball the Awakened had united the suffering poor of Boulder.

The beginning of change had already begun before anyone realized it, and it was too late by the time Master Sid tried to nip it in the bud. As for the series of crises such as chips, S coins, and economic overheating, they are just the fuse that finally ignites the powder keg, speeding up the process and saving a few people from dying.

Without that new cultural enlightenment, no matter how many people died that night, Boulder City will always be Boulder City.

And after chatting with that old man, he has found a way to change the Xilan Empire.

Just when the Duke of Garawa used his identity as the Supreme Giant of White Elephant City to pour money into the Dawn Garden Newspaper and was complacent, he had already used the pen names of Mr. On it were written the things he hated most - The Emperor's New Carriage and A Thousand Needles.

Compared with Sberg, he has a little advantage. Both literary talent and knowledge are much richer than a cannery worker, and the most important thing is that he does not need to start with literacy.

Thankfully, Duke Galava hired tutors for all his servants, whether it was because of the dignity of the nobility or because he was too lazy to write love letters to the ladies of the nobility. Not to mention him.

Seeing the editor sitting at his desk working honestly, Ni Yang who stood in front of the shutters took a sip from his teacup.

Looking at the manuscript that slandered the manager, he didn't feel a little turmoil in his heart, but at this moment, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly had a new inspiration, thinking with a smile.

In fact, what House said is very reasonable. The 'lazy' Boulder City is doomed to perish, and poverty is the best way to keep progress...Let me think about it, the next article will be called Red Soil.

Except for the thousand pillars of the City of Thousand Pillars, nothing can touch the deepest part of the souls of the survivors of Borneo province like red soil...

...

Since the Battle of Paradise was mainly fought by the residents of the refuge on the front line, and the cost of the war was borne by all parties in the cohesion, the alliance residents who were far behind did not feel that their lives were greatly affected .

On the contrary, it was because of the orders brought by the war that the factories in Dawn City and Boulder City started operating in three shifts, just like they did during the Battle of Luoxia Province.

But the difference is that today's alliance is different from the past in terms of productivity and material abundance.

In order to attract migrant workers to work in their own factories, each factory has tried its best, not only promising them free housing and insurance, but also paying higher salaries for each factory.

Especially for those skilled and experienced workers, those factories would like to pay for the education of their next generation, and the treatment is more fancy than the other, highlighting an exaggeration.

As for those factories that have tried their best to attract people, they can only think of ways from the two directions of improving productivity or introducing foreign labor.

Some old production lines with high manual participation are slowly being eliminated in favor of production lines with a higher degree of electrification and automation.

Thanks to the controllable fusion reactor in Xizhou City, the energy cost of the Alliance is very cheap, and the experts from Camp 101 and the students trained by them help in automation.

Coupled with Borneo Province, a pond that can accommodate outdated production lines, a series of equipment such as sewing machines and pot machines that have been eliminated also have a place to go.

The residents of the Alliance, especially the residents of Dawn City, have ended the wasteland around them through their own diligence and wisdom to a certain extent.

Chu Guang didn't expect much from them, he only hoped that they would continue to live a good life and influence other wastelanders on the wasteland within their ability...

The front line of Haiya province.

Today's front line is still ground meat as always, the only difference is that those newcomers who have adapted to death are more and more proficient in grinding meat.

The changes that have happened to them are noticeable.

Originally, players who could only kill a dozen or twenty bacteria variants in one life and then rushed to the street, even if the level did not change much, the number of head counts could easily reach three digits.

Attributes are only one aspect that affects combat effectiveness, not the only determining factor.

This is probably the most realistic part of the game.

Chu Guang, who was on the Heart of Steel, received two reports from afar.

One of the reports, from Camp 101, was written by Fish.

The report mainly describes the listing situation of Baiyue Company and the opinions of the expert team of Camp 101, including the problems existing in the current market and the loopholes that need to be fixed.

Chu Guang was quite satisfied with this report.

Not only because the report was written even if he had only half a bucket of water in his stomach, he could understand it, but also because he saw the growth of the little fish between the lines in the report.

Thanks to the scholars at Camp 101, the little girl did not waste her talent for being sensitive to numbers, and she also found a career she is passionate about.

Sure enough, it was a wise decision to let her follow Pai to Camp 101 for further studies.

After all, if she was by her side, she would be able to learn a quadratic function and bulk economics even if she died.

As for more difficult things, he himself had to seek professional advice.

Looking at the beautiful handwriting on the tablet, Chu Guang sighed with some emotion.

Time flies so fast, and the little fish grow up in a blink of an eye.

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder, nodded slightly, and said with her cheeks in her hands.

That's right... It feels like it was only yesterday that you taught her arithmetic and literacy.

Chu Guang coughed lightly.

...That's not enough.

Although he does occasionally feel like a world away, this guy's insensitivity to time is a bit too exaggerated.

With a swipe of his index finger, Chu Guang temporarily put the report aside and read the second report.

This report comes from the social science data collection office of the scientific expedition team, and the author is Ms. Han Mingyue, who is investigating the local cultural and cultural phenomena in Jingalun Port.

He wasn't very familiar with the name, but he only remembered that it seemed to be the little popsicle that the Thorn Corps had unearthed in Pioneer City, and it used to belong to Vault 288.

The situation in the Great Desert is different from other regions. It has withstood the big collapse of the entire space elevator and even the terminal orbiting space station. It is the most complicated place on the wasteland, and so is the shelter there.

For example, the log of the manager of the No. 288 shelter was lost, and a series of accidents such as opening the door in advance. In addition, the various situations that happened to Han Mingyue are quite similar to Heya, and the report on her life experience has a total of 5 pages.

In short, something seemed to have happened somewhere he didn't know, and this Ms. Han was influenced by Rama, the head of the Thorn Corps, and became interested in the great migration of survivors that took place in the Borneo province.

Her job is not just to investigate what happened in the past, but also to observe the changes that are taking place in Gum Gallon Harbour.

Since many good things were found in the Governor's Mansion in King Gallen Port, the scientific expedition team has always supported her project, and Chu Guang has always paid attention to the reports she submitted.

There is no refuge in Borneo Province, but there are a large number of survivors.

In a sense, her research fills in the gaps in their manager's diary.

[...Under the influence of Baiyue Company, the authorities of Jingalun Port used the foreign exchange reserves of Emperor Xilan to build a large number of schools and night schools for adults in the settlements, and promoted a compulsory education bill similar to that of Dawn City , To a certain extent, the local literacy rate has been improved.

Influenced by the improvement of literacy rate and the citizens of the South China Sea Alliance who went to the area to support education, some novel music, painting, and text art works began to appear in King Gallon Port.

The local residents are not only actively pursuing a better life, but also actively exploring new theories other than Thousands of Races and Thousands of Gods, and trying to criticize and decompose some outdated and feudal traditions and concepts, Gods do not exist This idea has become popular among some progressives, and that's what surprised me the most.

Normally, the local conservative forces should be more entrenched than the Lion Kingdom and the Hump Kingdom, but the result is exactly the opposite from what I saw. In this new cultural activity, Looking to the East quickly became the unanimous consensus of the upper and lower classes, just as they did before to look to the West. Conservative forces, which were supposed to be fighting progressive forces, did not play a role at all, but were unexpectedly submissive. After judging that they could not resist, the conservatives immediately capitulated.

I think this is not out of some kind of capitulationism or xenophobia, nor is it a real surrender, but more like forbearance integrated into the cultural attributes of local survivors.

The patience of the local survivors is something I have never seen in other settlements. Farmers in Jinchuan Province dare not treat their serfs like this, but they are used to it.

Not only that, their endurance is as deep-rooted as the stubbornness that is rarely expressed directly in their characters. These survivors will never change themselves easily, but they do not reject bowing their heads and acting as if they have changed .

Just like the old nobles who learned how to dress and eat from the Alliance, they immediately drew a clear line with the His Majesty and the Governor whom they once loyal to, and cooperated extremely well with your subordinates, and tried to be more progressive and studious than the pro-Alliance faction.

You may think that this is a good thing, and your subordinates think it is irrelevant, but I still have to say that I have a different opinion. That hidden power is more like pus hiding in blood vessels disguised as blood. They are waiting for an opportunity, and once they find an opportunity, they will immediately change their appearance and block the original window that was leaking. It is harder for the wind to blow in.

Of course... there are two sides to everything. Even if there are a series of hidden worries, the series of innovative measures implemented by your subordinates in the local area are worthy of recognition, and the results they have achieved are obvious to all.

At present, my research is still going on, and there may be some omissions. I hope I am just worrying too much.

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Chu Guang read the report to the end, touched his chin, and wanted to reply Sociology + 3, but thought that the report was written by an NPC, and finally replied Read.

His angle of view is different from Fang Chang's, and of course it is also different from the alliance's scholars.

The problems she says are certainly there and he can see them, but as she herself has already mentioned in her report, the local survivors are spontaneously seeking advancement under the influence of the residents of Vault 404, and they are exploring The progress of society will not change the hidden dangers buried deep in their civilization.

It's not that sitting and talking doesn't hurt your back, this is destined to be a difficulty for the local survivors to overcome by themselves.

Even if Han Mingyue pointed out the problem, it was too difficult for him to do anything.

His players have already done a lot, and any step forward is too much.

He believed that Fang Chang had actually noticed something.

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder, looked at him and teased him playfully.

Master, you said that you were not very optimistic about the actions of those players, but they seem to be doing well, right?

Chu Guang made a helpless expression, stretched out his index finger and turned off the report from behind.

You have been with me for so long, you should know that my judgment is not always correct.

Unexpectedness is the normal state of life, and only gods are omniscient and omnipotent.

If he could really be so godlike, why would he need so many experts and scholars?

He did all the work by himself.

And it's too early to draw conclusions.

However, what surprised him was that he just said an inadvertent remark, but for some reason, Xiao Qi was stunned there, and the movement of shaking her calf also stopped.

There was a glimmer of hope in those pupils, but it seemed like an illusion.

Looking at it in a daze, Chu Guang frowned slightly, and tapped his index finger on its head.

What's wrong? Is it stuck?

No... Xiao Qi looked at him as if he had come to his senses, and then smiled, It's nothing... As expected of the master, it made Xiao Qi's intellectual plug-in thump and almost burned.

Saying that, it swayed its calf again and looked at him with full eyes.

Chu Guang made a helpless expression.

It's okay to burn it.

I always feel that this guy is talking more and more.