This Game Is Too Realistic

On the west coast of the Zhongzhou Continent, far away from the great desert, there is a settlement called Yavent.

There are millions of free people living in this settlement, and there are almost two to three million people including non-free people.

Although the number of one million is not enough for the province of Borneo with thousands of races and gods, it is still relatively rare to be placed in other areas of the wasteland, even in the legion with a relatively stable environment.

As the capital of the Southern Army, or the capital of the garrison, it is not only the most densely populated place in the Southern Army, but also the logistics supply hub and strategic command center for combat units at all levels.

Legend has it that the settlement was named after a heroic Willante centurion.

More than a century ago, in the era when the legion was really facing the threat of life and death, it was this Mr. Avant who led his heroic and loyal subordinates and killed nearly a hundred soldiers in a heroic battle with only simple weapons. Only Taiwan's self-defense robots took this land from those remnants of the People's Federation.

It is precisely because of this that the word Avant has also been endowed with the meaning of march to the south, and has become synonymous with courage and glory in the Legion.

As for the original name of this inhabited place, no one can remember it anymore. Anyway, it should not sound more catchy than Boulder City.

And the people living here gradually disappeared, as if they had never been to this world.

However, Yavent, who had made great contributions to the legion, obviously did not finish all the battles for his descendants.

Those who can endure hardships must endure hardships, and those who can fight must continue to fight, just like those who can enjoy happiness will always enjoy happiness.

Path dependence does not only exist in Borneo. This is a primitive attribute shared by almost all animals, not even limited to primates. Like seagulls who have tasted French fries and whales who scrape barnacles from the bottom of boats.

This is also the greatness of civilization. Human beings who gave birth to civilization have tamed part of their animal nature and weakened the negative impact of path dependence to a certain extent, so they have successfully walked out of the primitive jungle.

However, the survivors of the Willante and the Borneo province obviously haven't completely come out of the forest yet.

The Willant people once again faced the threat of life and death, as did the survivors of the Borneo Province who were targeted by the former.

At the military base in Nayavent, in the conference room of the High Command of the Southern Legion Garrison, a closed-door meeting on total war and general mobilization was being held.

A group of military officers sat in front of the long conference table.

Military officers who can attend this meeting must have at least three stars on their shoulder badges.

And this is just the threshold to participate in the meeting.

Most of the people sitting here are four-star and five-star commanders, and the one sitting at the top of the conference table is the only six-star commander of the Southern Army, Tyre, the head of the Southern Army!

A pair of eyes focused on Tyre, and all the officers present were waiting for the gloomy boss to speak.

But Till didn't speak, just glanced at the chief of staff beside him.

The latter nodded in understanding, and tapped his index finger on the table, breaking the silence on the conference table.

The friends in Triumph City took a stand against us. Just when we were about to wipe their asses for their stupidity and avenge the dead compatriots in Xifan Port, they took the initiative to recognize Borneo's legal status from the position of Triumph City. , and recognized the results of the Borneo authorities' handling of the forces of the Heavenly King Army.

Where his index finger landed, it was a copy of the Survivor Daily Gold Gallon Hong Kong edition.

The photo on the cover of the newspaper shows two men shaking hands. On the left is Absek, the commander of Borneo, and on the right is the dog raised by the Triumph City Civil Service Group.

There was a commotion on the conference table.

All the officers exchanged angry glances, with anger and surprise written in their eyes.

Those civil servants are holding them back again!

And it was just when their plan of driving dogs and swallowing pigs was about to succeed!

Quiet!

The chief of the general staff rapped on the table with his knuckles, went to the conference room to quiet down, and then slowly continued.

Now that the hidden line we planted in Borneo Province has been broken, it is impossible to annex Borneo Province by gradually encroaching on it. However, directly declaring war may lead to the end of the enterprise.

What we have to do now is to exchange for greater results at the lowest possible cost. I would like to hear what good ideas you have.

After the words fell, everyone whispered again, and soon a three-star ten thousand head stood up.

His name is Gurion, he is about thirty years old, and his body is straight, just like his high nose bridge.

There was a bit of ruthlessness in the resolute eyes, but there was an imperceptible alertness hidden between the brows, and he had the demeanor of Griffin, the famous general of the Eastern Legion.

I have an idea.

The chief of staff nodded.

Speaking.

Gurion didn't hesitate, and immediately spoke.

The Xilan Empire has not yet completely perished. Even if Triumph City signed an appeasement agreement with Borneo without permission, we can still march to Borneo in the name of an ally of the Xilan Empire.

After his words fell, several officers around whispered for a while, and soon stood up again.

...That's a good idea, but the problem is that the emperor of Xilan, Wu Tuo, seems to be in Jin Gallon Port. That is the alliance's sphere of influence. If the alliance asks us to withdraw our troops in his name, how will you respond?

Although the alliance has not done so now, it cannot be ruled out that this card will not be played in the future.

To be honest, the legion is not afraid of the end of the alliance, or even the end of the enterprise, but only worried that it will make too many enemies for itself in the early stage of the war.

Mobilization must be carried out in batches and stages. The later the opponent leaves the field and the later the mobilization preparations start, the better it will be for them.

This is exactly what is meant by the so-called justification of war.

The more sufficient the reasons for war, not only the higher mobilization efficiency of one's own side, but also affect the mobilization efficiency of potential belligerents and internal anti-war resistance.

And when the Legion has completely controlled Borneo Province and suppressed all opposition voices, even if the company condemns them, it will be useless, and the greetings on the lips are not painful at all.

After listening to the officer's discussion, Gurion said preparedly.

This problem is easy to solve. Didn't he still leave a prince in the three northern states? We just need to establish the prince as the new emperor, and then find a way to get rid of the witch camel. This Borneo province can have two no matter how bad it is. Xi Lan'.

That's a good idea! The chief of staff had a look of approval on his face.

Even Tyre, who was silent from beginning to end, looked at Gurion twice more.

The officer who raised the objection thought for a while, but finally couldn't think of a better way, so he sat back on the chair.

Seeing that no one raised any objections, the chief of staff looked at Tyre, and then looked at Gurion again when the boss nodded.

Since other people have no objections, I will leave this matter to you.

After a pause, he straightened his face, faced the long conference table, and announced in a solemn and solemn voice.

From now on, the headquarters has appointed Chief Gulion Wan as the commander-in-chief of the combat area in Borneo! The attached troops have 30,000 troops, and are responsible for formulating all operational strategies in this combat area!

After receiving the order, Gurion faced the regiment commander and the general staff, straightened his back and gave a military salute, and said in a loud voice.

Gurion has received the order! He is determined to live up to his mission and return with victory!

Seeing this red-faced general with high morale, Tier, who was sitting at the head of the conference table, nodded slightly, got up slowly from the conference table, and returned a slow and firm military salute to the general.

Then, he said the only sentence from the beginning of the meeting until now.

For future generations of the Willant people to live in a land full of sunshine.

I wish you the best of luck! General Gurion.

...

On the streets of King Gallon Port, newsboys walking around the streets shouted and hawked.

Extra! Extra! An envoy from Triumph City has arrived in Heaven!

The meeting between the envoy of Triumph City and Absek has come to a successful conclusion!

The Legion has reached an agreement with Borneo to recognize Borneo's legal status!

Hearing the sound of yelling and selling, the pedestrians around stopped.

Especially in the small noodle restaurant located in the corner of the port area, the diners who were doing good things were chatting with each other in a fuss.

Has the legion envoy arrived in Tiandu City?

They actually plan to negotiate?!

Unbelievable!

The confrontation between the two sides has reached such a point that the muzzles of the erected guns are almost poking into each other's nostrils.

The envoy of Triumph City suddenly came to recognize Borneo's legal status at this time, making the diners present confused and yelling that they couldn't understand it.

In fact, it is inevitable that this will happen.

What can be seen in newspapers is the game above the water, but the game below it is invisible.

However, for Jin Gallon Port, where the situation continues to heat up, this good news is still like rain after a long drought, bringing a bit of coolness to the sweltering atmosphere.

perhaps……

Maybe this battle won't be fought?

More than one person had such an idea in their hearts.

However, a few people are still awake.

...The Southern Legion is about to make a move. Looking at the foreigner who just bought it, Xin frowned slightly, and suddenly said.

Kunal, who was standing beside him, hesitated slightly, and asked in bewilderment.

I don't understand, boss, aren't they going to negotiate?

Shaking the newspaper in his hand lightly, Ah Xin said in a slow voice.

What you want to negotiate is Triumph City, or to be precise, the civil servants within the Legion, but the Southern Legion is the Southern Legion... I should have told you before that when you are facing a group of people, don't just Stare at what one of them is doing, and imagine him as everyone in the group.

Analyzing problems in this way will make a lot of jokes, such as abstracting complex problems into what will happen to the alliance, what will happen to the legion.

Not all survivor forces are like Xi Lan, who like to use abstract methods to solve specific problems.

But one thing is certain, this time the Civil Service Group and the Southern Army must have turned their faces. The latter probably did something without discussing it with the former, so the former did not discuss it with the latter this time.

As for how the Southern Legion will respond, he does not know.

But one thing is for sure, those wolves will definitely not let it go.

In the eyes of those wolves, the Borneo province was almost a piece of meat that had been bitten into the mouth, and it was impossible to let go without swallowing it into the stomach or breaking two teeth.

Looking at Kunal who was still confused, Asin did not explain, but simply asked.

Kunal, how is the matter I entrusted to you before?

Hearing the boss's question, Kunal resolutely put aside the incomprehensible questions in his head for the time being, and spoke respectfully.

It's already being done! We just caught up with a good time. The wharf of Xifan Port is just recruiting a large number of workers. The original labor dispatch unit is gone. Now they have to recruit people themselves. Whether it is a labor agency or a contracted wharf license. let go.

Just to be on the safe side, the brother we sent over was more thoughtful and found a Weilant man as a partner to hang up the license. Now we have more than ten piers in our hands, and 3,000 workers work for us. There are two to three hundred people in the development gang.

Very good. Asin nodded approvingly.

In fact, doing business with the legion can't make much money. Those big-nosed people rely on guns in their hands.

But money is actually a trivial matter, and talent is everything.

Especially in this chaotic period, the more people who rely on themselves to feed themselves, the safer they will be, and no matter what business they want to do, it will be very convenient.

This is the experience he summed up based on his own experience of making a fortune, whether it is in Jin Gallon Port or in Jiaowan.

Seeing the boss nod in approval, Kunal also smiled honestly.

But at this moment, he suddenly thought of one thing, so he quickly spoke again.

By the way, boss, there is one more thing... I heard from the brothers in the west that a gang called the Family Association has recently entered Xifan Port.

Will the family?

Asin froze for a moment, confused.

How could there be a gang with such a strange name?

...This family will also be a gang in Port Jingalun?

Kunal shook his head.

That's not true, but I heard that they have a lot of background, they seem to come from Dawn City, and I heard that they have also received investment from the Boulder City Workers Association...

Investing in unions?

real or fake? !

Asin's eyes widened.

Looking at the boss who was speechless with a surprised face, Kunal continued to speak with a suppressed voice.

And the way they expand their business is also very interesting. They divided the gang into six levels. The lowest is the white family, then the green, yellow, blue, and purple family. The highest seems to be called... the golden family?

We have a gang member who broke into them. It is said that as long as ten people can be recruited into the group, they can become a white family member, and then develop members, or the offline members will then develop members. It is enough for 100 or so. to the green...

Never heard of this business model, Ah Xin looked at him in confusion and couldn't help asking.

What is the use of this color?

Kunal muttered.

I don't know the details. Our gang members only have ordinary family members. I heard that they charge very low helping fees. We all take 10% of our weekly wages. They claim that they don't pay a penny. Accept it, and give free lessons to those helpers...

In fact, it is not accurate to say that no money is charged, at least in Kunal's view, this is more like a word game.

Since the tragedy at Xifan Port, the original veteran intermediaries have all been killed, and the wages of laborers working on the docks have increased a lot.

Originally, the basic salary of 1 dinar per hour has been increased to 2 dinars, and it may be increased to 3 dinars if the quota is exceeded.

In fact, whether it is 2 or 3, it is a small amount of money for those businessmen and port authorities.

The greater the throughput of the port, the higher the port's income.

What those big bosses want is efficiency and stability, and as for the handling fee, it will be sprinkled.

Therefore, if they are organized workers, their wages will be higher than those of unorganized casual workers.

For example, the base salary of 2 dinars can be raised to 2.5 through gangs, and the bonus for overfulfillment can also be raised from 1 to 1.5.

The money earned by the labor agencies in Xifan Port is basically drawn from this premium.

For example, a worker could only get a salary of 2 dinars, but because of the Assassin gang, it can reach 2.5, and the 10-point deducted help fee is also 2.25.

And don't worry about being owed.

Some small gangs have less bargaining power than the Assassins, and their hourly wages are basically no less than 2 dinars, but they usually give some messy benefits, such as promising pensions for broken legs, or bonuses Make more money.

The family association is another situation. In terms of size alone, they have surpassed the wealthy Assassin gang, but their bargaining power seems to have no effect at all.

The wages they pay to the family are based on the standards of small gangs - that is, according to the lowest level, a basic salary of 2 dinars and a basic bonus of 1 dinar.

While they claim not to have taken a dime out of the family's pockets, Kunal figured they would have taken 20 points less for their size!

However, I heard that family members with colors seem to have special allowances, and ordinary family members also have a lot of praise for the kindness of family members who do not take a penny.

Therefore, the family will expand the business very quickly. In just half a month, it has grown to three or four thousand people, and it is still growing rapidly.

According to the members of the gang who were ambushing in the family meeting, their ambitions seem to be not limited to the docks, but have also expanded to steel plants, cement plants and other fields.

It's just that because of the low profit margin of the latter, even gangs have no bargaining power.

Even doing business without money, Kunal was also fooled, and he couldn't figure out what they wanted to do for a while.

These guys are weird... I always think they don't look like a serious gang, but it's even less like they are doing charity. Anyway, I don't believe that they really didn't make any money. Maybe they earn more than There are more serious gangs like ours!

Some gangs think that these guys are destroying the market, and want to join forces with them, and they found us. To be honest, I'm not envious of the money they make, and it's easy to get them. I just worry about whether they have other backgrounds behind them. , for fear of offending those people.”

Not to mention that Kunal couldn't make up his mind, Ah Xin thought about it for a long time after listening, and he was also a little bit undecided for a while.

He knows about the workers' association.

Although that thing is only a non-governmental organization, it also has a considerable influence in the alliance, and it can be regarded as a force that checks and balances with the merchant union.

Previously, many industry owners in the alliance moved their industries to Gold Gallon Port to reduce production costs, and those workers from the union also followed their industrial chains.

In the words of the members of the union, helping the workers in King Gallon Port to fight for their legal rights is also protecting their own rights.

After all, if the workers in Gold Gallon Port are too cheap, the cotton flowing into the alliance will be stained with too much blood and sweat, and the price of labor will be lowered, and their own interests will eventually be affected.

No matter how cheap clothes and pants are, you have to have money to buy them. You can't just live on unemployment benefits.

However, since there are many local grassroots organizations in King Gallon Port, whether legal or illegal, or wandering in the gray area, there are a lot of them. Therefore, as a foreign force, the workers' association has not been successful in expanding its business, at least not successfully localized. The Survivor Daily went so smoothly.

Ashin didn't really care about these things.

He is a decent businessman in Port Gingalon, and all the unscrupulous industries are put into Huzhou and Baozhou, and there is no conflict of interest with the union's workers' association.

It's just that the timing of this family's entry into Xifan Port was too coincidental, and they also received the support of the alliance's non-governmental organizations, so that he had to worry about whether there would be secret support from the alliance behind it.

After thinking for a long time, Ah Xin said in a deep voice.

It's hard to say... You don't even know what they want to do, how could I know, why don't you just observe for a while before talking.

After a pause, he said again.

In short, regardless of whether those people have a background in the alliance, let's not provoke them...Anyway, someone will find them.

With such a huge grassroots organization, sooner or later the Legion will follow them.

Just wait and see how the Legion handles it.

If those guys are really members of the Alliance, I might give them a favor when the time comes...

Thinking of this, Xin continued to give some simple instructions, and when all the instructions were finished, he suddenly thought of something, so he asked a question.

By the way, who is the leader of that family association? Have you found out?

Kunal said immediately.

I heard that his name is Zaid. He seems to be a member of the snake tribe. Anyway, he is a nobody. I haven't heard anything about him.

Zaid?

Ah Xin frowned slightly, feeling that the name sounded familiar, but couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

But at this moment, his eyes suddenly fell on the noodle shop on the street, and an ordinary face suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was that guy!

The waiter who didn't work hard and even talked to him brazenly that he was going to Shuguang City to find something.

The corner of Asin's mouth curled up in a weird way.

He remembered that incident.

He happened to be in a good mood that day, and thought what the man said was interesting and courageous, so he rewarded him with a boat ticket.

Anyway, a boat ticket didn't cost him much, at least it was a drop in the bucket compared to what he had invested in Lacy.

But having said that, the world is really small enough, he almost forgot the name, but he heard it again by accident.

I don't know if the thing that guy was looking for has already been found...

...

Just when Asin was lamenting how small the world was, a large military transport plane was landing smoothly at the airport on the outskirts of Port Jingalun.

Accompanied by more than a dozen bodyguards, Cheng Yan, the alliance's foreign minister, got off the plane through the boarding vehicle.

And right next to the airport runway, a group of people had been waiting there early.

Among them are Yodo, the secretary-general of the Governor's Office of King Gallon Port, senior officials of the city hall, senior members of the regional representative committee, and the head of the militia.

All the powerful figures in the entire King Gallon Port stood here, and looked eagerly at the foreign minister of the alliance who stepped off the plane.

They know very well where the real savior of Borneo is!

Welcome! Mr. Cheng!

Speeding up his pace to meet him, Yodu enthusiastically held Cheng Yan's hand, his face full of excitement.

The survivors of King Gallon Port are looking forward to the stars and the moon, and they are looking forward to you!