This Game Is Too Realistic

If one were to rank the moral standards of the various factions within the Legion, the civil servants who stayed beside His Majesty the Marshal would undoubtedly be at the top.

While the Eastern Legion was still figuring out how to extract the last drop of oil from the indentured slaves, the civil servants had referred to the colonial management methods of the Southern Legion and figured out a systematic method of converting indentured slaves into debt slaves .

Don’t think this is an evil thing. Considering the background of the wasteland era, turning people from livestock into goods can definitely be regarded as a “good deed”.

The poor people in the Buguera Free State can only complain that the advertisement time for the refrigerator door to open is too long, and the iris detection device is too anti-human, and the slaves in Borneo Province may not sympathize with them after hearing their troubles, but will be confused Forced to ask what refrigerators and advertisements are, why waste 75 seconds of your life without spending money?

In short, although the civil servants of Triumph City did not allow the survivors of Xifan Port to use the refrigerator, they at least opened a window for their hopeless lives.

These civil servants first cooperated with the nobles of Shizhou, leasing the slaves in the hands of the nobles with a rent of 50 dinars a month, and then they would give those slaves an additional reward of 50~150 dinars at the end of each month .

How much you can get depends purely on your performance at work.

Of course, this money will not be stuffed into the pockets of those slaves, but it will be recorded in their accounts, and when enough money is saved, they can redeem themselves and their families.

And after these slaves redeemed themselves, they could be regarded as skilled workers, not only with rich work experience, but also with higher enthusiasm for work.

The Legion will continue to hire them to work, and the original reward is their monthly salary.

For the Weilante people, the wages they paid to these people have not changed. Instead, they have saved the 50 dinar rent paid to the nobles every month, which is equivalent to hiring a group of more skilled workers at a lower cost. labor.

For the nobles, the amount of work done by slaves does not affect their income. Although it is a pity to sell skilled workers, the redemption fee of 1,000 dinars is not bad, which is equivalent to buying out 20 months of income at a time. .

Moreover, they can also make a fortune by relying on the packaged labor intermediary of the labor registration office.

The only losers are the freedmen.

It turned out that they lived and boarded on the estate of the nobles, but now they have to rely on themselves...

...

Xifan Port.

Different from the busy and sweaty days of the past, the atmosphere on the pier today is a bit weird and abnormal.

A black crowd crowded the port, blocking the entire road from the pier to the warehouse, with suppressed anger written all over their faces.

They were the first batch of laborers to come to Xifan Port. Every brick in this port is condensed with their blood and sweat. And hope is also underfoot.

Orissa was not the first coolie to die in Xifan Port, or even the first freeman to die on the job. However, his death was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The free folk are completely angry!

Why are they living hard like donkeys?

Isn't it just to get the paper coupon that proves that they are free citizens?

Man is a kind of animal that lives on hope for food. When there is hope, he can live even if he eats dirt.

As long as you work diligently, you will be free is like a carrot hanging in front of them. For this carrot and for their family members to eat this carrot, they will not hesitate to endure the supervisor's whip And scolding, fell the root of the whole body, and even broke my own spine...

However, the gentlemen of Xifan Port tore off the carrot hanging in front of them, and smashed their only hope to the ground.

So what if you get it?

With that piece of paper, can't you handle it?

In the end it was still the same, the only real free people in Xifan Port were those who didn't need paper coupons to prove themselves.

No one would ask the Willant people for that thing, and no one would ask the nobles for that thing, not even the priests of Silvermoon Bay and the merchants in the southern sea area, it seems that it is because of some agreement of the sticky community.

Orissa spent a thousand dinars for her own ransom, and I don't know how much for her family, and probably borrowed a little from the Villant.

However, his compensation for death was only a pitiful eight hundred dinars!

Eight hundred!

According to the worst exchange rate of 1:5, even 200 silver coins cannot be exchanged!

This money can neither repay the debt nor sustain the family's expenses for too long.

Once he was buried, his family could either repeat his mistakes or share his fate.

or -

You can only sell yourself, and then start the next cycle of despair.

If the new wind on the wasteland never blows here, the people here may be able to endure all this without complaint, and even wake up until the moment they enter the soil, and the pain for a moment is not a kind of happiness.

Unfortunately, the merchant ships from the east brought more than just wealth and technology.

And the thought that enlightened it all.

The free folk standing here may not be able to read many words, but from the priest from Silver Moon Bay, they already know that there is a settlement called Boulder City thousands of kilometers away and an awakened person named Boer.

The strength of one person is small, but when half a million survivors unite, even the huge wall hundreds of meters high will tremble, and the thousand-meter-high building will collapse!

There are more than half a million survivors in Xifan Port, but a full million!

Inspired by the power of role models, the people who had dispersed at the sound of gunshots united again...

They've had enough of those lies.

They have to rely on their own hands to fight for their own rights.

Facing the growing crowd, Najib broke out in a cold sweat, but still summoned up his courage and shouted at them.

What are you guys doing here! Hurry up and go to work... Your skin is itchy again!

The people didn't speak, and they didn't go forward to provoke those Willant soldiers like last time. They just stood there silently, looking at him with their eyes.

Dazed by those eyes, Najib swallowed nervously, his right hand holding the whip kept shaking, as if he had muscle weakness, and he couldn't do it at all.

At least 20,000 to 30,000 people gathered here, more than ten times the number of the day before yesterday.

These people not only do not work themselves, but also block the way back to the warehouse.

Now the whole port is like a broken alarm clock, and the loading and unloading work has come to a complete standstill.

If he can't unload all the goods on the pier before dark, the captain of the Willante and the local nobles will all come to trouble him!

Thinking of that scene, Najib suddenly seeped cold sweat on his forehead, and looked to the port guard next to him for help.

The guards were also whispering to each other, as if discussing countermeasures.

Should we disperse these people first?

But the dock still needs them to work.

But they're just getting in the way if they're here now.

But what if we don't have them? Relying on those slaves who grind foreign labor, we can't finish it until tomorrow.

The governor told us that our job is to ensure the order of production here...we have to find a way to get them back to work, and let them work honestly.

The captain of the guard glanced at the group of workers and frowned tightly.

He was the one who underestimated these guys before. Although they were as cowardly as mice, they were not useless.

Like enough cunning.

There have also been freemen strikes in other colonies of the Willant people, but they usually occur when debt interest and income are completely out of balance, and rarely occur in the initial stage of transition from indentured slaves to debt slaves.

This was supposed to be a honeymoon period for both parties.

However, it was as if someone had told them where the scam would go next, and they suddenly woke up from their illusory dreams.

And also learned the worst bad habit of striking out.

They can drive these people from one cage to another with a gun, but they can't force these people to show enthusiasm for work.

And whenever this time comes, even the Willanters can only make some compromises by weighing the pros and cons.

It's a pity that the governor has gone back to Triumph City for the New Year, and he is probably still floating in the sea.

The captain of the guard strode up to Najib, looked at the pale-faced Najib and said in an orderly tone.

... This stalemate is not an option. You should talk to them and see how you can get them to go back to work.

Najib quickly returned to the crowd, trying to pick up his usual domineering expression, but he couldn't show any vicious confidence, so he could only lower his posture and speak earnestly.

What's the use of standing here, you guys? What exactly do you want, you have to tell me!

With the support of his companions, a worker stood up and stared at him intently.

We lost an Orissa.

Najib gritted his teeth and said.

We have already paid compensation, what else do you want!

That labor said angrily.

...Too little! Eight hundred dinars are not enough for his family to survive in Xifan Port!

Then go back to the country— Najib just opened his mouth to refute, but was interrupted angrily by the other party.

Don't pretend to be stupid there. The fertile land in Shizhou is covered with plantations. There is no land for them to live on!

This sentence resonated with many people, especially those who originally worked on the plantation.

If there is a choice, they don't want to come to this ghost place to work hard.

They have the ability to farm, but they have no land to farm.

That's right! They have no home to go back to!

Should we let Orissa's wife, daughter and son return to his old master's plantation!

Then what are we doing to redeem ourselves! In the end it's not the same!

The noisy voices are getting louder and louder, and people's emotions are getting more and more excited.

Najib panicked and roared desperately.

Then what do you think? Let us raise them for a lifetime? Why!

The moment everyone heard this sentence, there was an uproar, and their eyes became even more angry.

Why!

Just because Orissa died while working for you!

We have sweated and sweated for this port, why is there no place for us here!

That's right! We not only want justice for Orissa! We also want justice for ourselves!

Wages for work must go up!

Either give us at least 10 dinars a day! Or allow us to organize ourselves to contract the pier! Everyone competes fairly, and we can eat as much as we do, and we will never depend on you!

The entire pier was filled with angry roars from the workers, and even the slaves who wanted to squeeze through the crowd stopped involuntarily.

Listening to the increasingly excessive demands, Najib only felt his scalp go numb.

These guys who ask for a lot of money!

10 dinars a day!

300 a month! It is equivalent to doubling the previous maximum salary!

It costs so much money to move a few boxes, why don't they grab it!

As for letting them organize themselves to contract the wharf, that is absolutely impossible.

This is not just a question of interests, there are other more difficult issues in it.

Neither the Willanters nor the nobles would agree to allow this group of inferior people to organize.

They dare to ask for the contracting of the wharf today, but they will rush to ask for the city hall bank post office to be contracted together tomorrow!

At that time, whose name will Xifan Port be named? Is it the name of these mice?

Najib twitched his brows violently, and shouted at the crowd with all his strength.

Are you crazy! Do you know what you are asking for? Why don't you just ask us to give you this port!

Then give it to us!

The laborers standing in front of the crowd did not show any weakness at all, nor did they plan to give in.

As if hearing some funny joke, Najib sneered and said.

For you? You will destroy everything here in less than a day!

The dock worker stared at him hard.

Then just destroy it, anyway, everything here never belonged to us!

Seeing the crowd getting more and more excited, the Weilante guards standing aside finally couldn't stand it any longer.

The captain of the guard walked to Najib's side, pulled him aside, stared into his eyes and said every word.

Are you a pig? I asked you to negotiate terms with them and coax them back to their posts, but I didn't let you quarrel with them! Do you want me to teach you what to do!

Seeing that the Willant people were angry, Najib hurriedly explained.

My lord, you don't understand...you can't give them a good face! Once you let them taste the sweetness, they will immediately climb up the baton in your hand like a snake.

I don't understand? The captain of the guard sneered, and patted his head with a smile, How many colonies have you been to? You have only been a foreman for a few days, and you dare to talk to me like that?

Najib was sweating profusely, his face was pale and his head was lowered.

I dare not...

The captain of the guard looked at this bewildered guy with contempt, and the expression on his face became more and more disgusted.

He doesn't reject obedient dogs, but this dog has to be useful, right?

As a guard of the Southern Legion for more than ten years, he often dealt with the local natives around the colony. Although he didn't directly participate in the game of those big shots, he still understood some basic consensus.

Whether it is the Southern Legion, the civil service group, or the local native chiefs or nobles, they are more inclined to fatten the cows before milking them.

This is good for everyone.

And these guys, as if they had never seen money, wanted to cut the neck of the cow with a knife, skip the milking process, and lie on it to drink blood.

There is no time to wait for this guy to open his mind, the captain of the guard said in an unquestionable tone.

Raise the standard of death compensation and increase their wages, but you can't give them all at once, you can bargain with them... You can decide this for yourself. I only have one request, resume work as soon as possible and don't make things big, otherwise let the governor Master knows, you have no good fruit to eat!

Upon hearing this sentence, Najib suddenly cried and begged.

But my lord, our profit is only so small. If we give them a wage increase, how can we make money...

Don't act like I don't know!

Seeing that this guy was still pretending to be smart and playing himself as a fool, the captain of the guard couldn't help but spit, pointing at his nose and cursing.

You charge according to the weight of the goods! The wages you pay them are less than one-tenth of what you earn! What if you take out one-tenth? The time you wasted here and the Money is far more than this! Do you still need me to teach you how to do business?

Looking at the scolded foreman who dared not take a breath, the captain of the guard sighed and said in a calm tone.

...Be a little nicer to your compatriots, don't push them too hard, don't always think about winning the last dinar, otherwise it's not good for anyone.

yes……

Najib reluctantly agreed, although he didn't feel that these snakes, rats, and insects were his compatriots at all.

After all, he is also a Lion Clan.

Even if they are not nobles, they are much more noble than these guys.

Under the urging of the captain of the guard, he had to return to the front of the crowd again.

...Thank you, the kind Governor! We can give you a wage increase! But don't go too far, how about eight dinars a day? It's 240 dinars a month! Damn, I envy your wages, You can buy a little wife after working for 5 months!

Hearing that the wages had risen to eight gold coins a day, the originally angry crowd gradually became divided, and some people's eyes showed their expectations for life again.

As Najib said, 240 dinars a month is a lot!

However, not everyone is so easy to buy.

There were still quite a few people staring at the foreman who was pushed to the front with righteous indignation.

What about Orissa?

Najib gritted his teeth, thinking that a lot of money had been thrown out anyway, and it was not so bad, so he said with a heartbeat.

The labor registration office will give his family an additional 3,000 dinars...but this money is not compensation, it is a donation out of goodwill and kindness! Don't let those who have worked hard for Xifan Port feel chilled, his family They should be supported by Xifan Port!

3000 dinars is not bad!

Even if it is calculated according to the salary after the increase, it is still a year's salary!

The eyes of the crowd finally had some light of anticipation. Unexpectedly, these nobles also had good people. Some of them couldn't help but whistled and clapped their hands in praise.

This time, even those who were still filled with righteous indignation gradually became divided, and only a small group of people were still glaring.

Looking at the shaken crowd, Najib continued in a soothing tone.

Okay, let's go, if you still want to get today's wages, then hurry back to work, or do you expect the gold coins to fall from the sky by themselves?

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Najib finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he still felt a pain in his heart when he thought of the money spent.

I hope the master will not blame...

If he blamed him, he could only use the Willant people as a shield.

In other words, he had stuck to the bottom line, and it was the group of Weilante guards who forced him to raise his wages.

The people who saw the trouble went back to work, and the Weilante guards who lined up in front of the port also disbanded the team, and went to their own things.

It was the New Year's Eve soon, and after the New Year's Eve, it was the birthday. In fact, they were not in the mood to work, let alone find work for themselves, and their thoughts had already drifted back home.

The captain of the guard returned to the police station, and first sent a telegram to Yongye Port with a special line of Crisis is resolved, and then reported the incident to the secretary of the governor's office.

Governor Hu Ye returned to Triumph City and took away half of the guards from the Governor's Mansion. General McLenne and other instructors also went to Yongye Port to take a boat some time ago. The only remaining troops in Xifan Port are the Port Guard and local The city defense army composed of people has an unprecedented emptiness of defense force.

If possible, he hoped that the Governor's Mansion could borrow a team from the Southern Corps.

Even if it is a servant army.

However, the trouble is that there is not a single ship on the entire route, and all the ships that can be used have been sent to the east by the civil service group. It may not be easy to transfer people here...

On the other hand, Najib, who finally settled the matter, went back to the labor registration office, and reported the situation of the port and the wage increase to several major shareholders one by one.

After being scolded for a while, he didn't take a breather, and saw his subordinates running in a hurry, shouting while running.

My lord, something is wrong!

Before his butt warmed the chair, Najib felt his heart skip a beat, and stood up from the chair again, cursing.

What happened again? Didn't I give them a raise!?

His subordinates turned pale with anxiety, and spoke in a hurry.

This, this time, it's not the wharf side, it's the steel factory side... and the cement factory. When the workers in the factory heard that the wharf had raised their wages, one or two stopped working, and they also clamored for a wage increase. .”

Upon hearing this, Najib almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, and cursed.

These greedy vultures!

Sure enough, he didn't expect it.

He knew it would end like this!

Those Weilante people don't understand the situation in Borneo Province too much, and those mud-legged people can't get used to it. Once their life is comfortable, they will deal with these moths.

When the wages at the factory rise, the workers at the docks will probably start arguing again, saying that the work of moving goods is more tiring, and how they can pay the same wages as those in the steel factory.

They don't want to make money after coming and going, they just shut down all the factories in the port!

Najib was so anxious that his forehead was sweating, but the director of the Labor Department standing aside frowned and muttered in a low voice.

I always wondered if it was wrong, like someone was fanning the flames.

Najib was shocked.

You mean the alliance?

The director shook his head.

It's not like that, eight poles can't hit the edge.

Alliance merchant ships will also come here to buy steel and cement. There is a lot of demand for building materials in King Gallon Port and Chips Port, as well as the southern sea area and Haiya Province, which are being rebuilt.

It is not good for them to make a mess of Xifan Port, at most it will give the Legion and the Empire a headache.

At this moment, the servant who came to report the news suddenly felt a movement in his heart, and said hastily.

By the way, I heard that those who took the lead in making trouble seem to be members of the Silver Moon Church! There are also the ones who were the loudest just now!

When Najib heard this, he immediately became angry and cursed.

Are those magic sticks crazy!

The director of the labor registration office flickered slightly, and said thoughtfully.

The teaching of the Silver Moon Sect has the tenet of mutual help. The reason why this matter is so big... Maybe it really has something to do with them.

The servant hurriedly continued.

That's right! I always feel that those magic sticks are not good people. By the way, I heard that Orissa is a follower of the Silver Moon Sect. Those who took the lead in making a fuss this time often worship with him.

Najib's eyes gradually narrowed, and there was an imperceptible fierce light in the slits of his eyes.

It's been a long time because of this...

It was indeed his negligence.

He almost forgot that the church is also an organization.

Not to mention that the Silver Moon Sect is dishonest, not only teaching those believers to read, but also running a newspaper.

As if he had grasped the root of the problem, he immediately pondered in his heart.

...I have to find a way to get rid of that church.

The director shook his head after hearing this.

This matter is difficult...we can't touch the people of Silver Moon Bay. They are residents of the Hump Kingdom and are protected by the relevant treaties of the Cohesion. If we do something to them for no reason, it is hard to say what will happen. Big problem.

Why do you have to do it yourself...

Najib suddenly smiled sullenly, and spoke slowly under the surprised eyes of the two.

It's the residents of Xifan Port who drove the puppet away. It can't be blamed on us, can it?

...

Although there are quite a few orders from the steel factory, the work is not as urgent as that of the port.

Before the guards raised by the Willant lords at the port made their move, Najib took a hundred or so slaves borrowed from the labor department and formed a long stick team, not only promising them freedom and dinar My reward, and promised not to treat them badly in the future.

As soon as these slaves heard that they could get money and be reused by the master, they broke up the group of workers who were not working together with sticks without saying a word.

Looking at the rabble running away with their heads in their hands, Najib had a grinning grin on his face.

If you don't do it, don't do it!

The big deal is that the steel factory will be closed for two days, let's see who will starve to death first!

With the lesson of the port, he understands that he must not hesitate in this matter, he must be tough when he should be tough, and he must be decisive when he should take action.

It must be better to act first and act later!

It's better to be killed even if there is a little bit of trouble, than to be beaten by the Willant masters.

After settling the troubles in the steel plant, Najib followed the same pattern and took people to the cement plant, commanded the sticks loyal to him, and taught the troublemakers a lesson.

Under his vigorous tossing, Xifan Port, which is full of gunpowder barrels, seems to have finally regained its former peace, but it seems that a greater crisis is brewing in the endless greed...

In three days, under the hard work of the dock workers, all the cargo ships stuck in the port were finally unloaded, and the dock was finally empty.

The lightly packed caravans took the letter of authorization from the Governor's Mansion one after another, and rushed to the legendary dream land - Haiya Province in the far east!

At the same time, Najib, who was driven to the brink of death by the group of porters, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The hardest days were over, and he was finally free to do something.

Whether it's the workers who are on strike, or the Silver Moon Sect who instigates those workers to be lazy...

He swore he would make them pay!

Time passed day by day, and Xifan Port seemed to be silent for a while.

At the same time, the caravans that first set off from Xifan Port to the coast of death finally arrived at the coast in their dreams one after another.

After floating on the sea for a full eleven days, looking at the port that appeared on the coastline, Arman, who was standing on the deck, finally showed an excited expression on his face.

It's the port!

They are finally here!

The nearest unit of the Eastern Legion is stationed in Haibei City, a hundred kilometers away from the coastline. As long as you give those people the letter issued by the Governor's Mansion, they will be able to get those arms that are sold by the catty!

Quick! Bring the boat closer!

Arman shouted to the crew behind him, and excitedly took out the binoculars.

However, the moment he took out the binoculars and looked at the coastline, he was completely dumbfounded.

I saw the painted black chariots neatly parked beside the container, waiting for professional suspension equipment to load them onto the ship.

The model of the vehicle—

Why do you look so familiar?