This Game Is Too Realistic

Thanks to the huge sales of Erba Dagong, Rasov's factory finally resumed production.

Although the promised canteen was gone, every young man on the banks of the Ravenka felt that he was a good person and praised Mr. Rasov's generosity regardless of past grudges.

After all, this generous wealthy man of Golden Gallen Port gave them a 20% discount on the bicycles sold to these employees, and also allowed them to park their treasures in a spare warehouse and lock them to prevent bike thieves from other tribes from taking them away. When you get off work, refill the engine oil and return it to them.

They didn't know if the engine oil was on or not, but there was always a car mechanic sitting at the door of the warehouse watching.

Of course, if these young men know that the wholesale price of a bicycle originally priced at 200 silver coins is only 30 silver coins, I am afraid that the next time the person who will be stuck in the factory will not be a Wilante person, but a Borneo person.

But they'll never know.

After all, Rasov and others at the Federation of Industry and Commerce have already discussed and established guide prices for several specific categories of goods.

If everyone has money, let’s make it together. If the Borneo people don’t deceive the Borneo people, no one will start a price war.

Selling the bike was just a sideshow.

Rasov was not obsessed with making quick money. He sent away the bicycle master who earned a lot of bonuses, and devoted all his energy to his old business.

The first order arrived soon. Party A was a merchant from Yongye Port named Meta.

This person was generous and placed an order of 5 million at a price that was 10% higher than the market price.

At the dinner table, Rasov thought about this man and always felt that he did not look like a businessman, but like a warlord's broker.

Sure enough, after three glasses of vodka, the guy named Meta inadvertently revealed the identity of his family member.

Rasov paid some compliments, expressed his admiration for the family association, and said a few more nice words about free money, but he didn't take it seriously.

Among his clients are General Jieha from Huzhou and the leader of the Black Panther Army. Compared with a horse boy raised by Absek's younger brother, he doesn't really regard him as a hero. treat.

As a businessman, you just need to be polite and do business well when traveling among various forces.

He really doesn't care who becomes the commander-in-chief. After all, they are all equally stupid. If they really want to save the Borneo people, they have to look to industrialists like them.

That's his opinion anyway.

While Rasov was observing the blue family member, Mehta, who was sitting at the dinner table, was also observing him.

Compared with the rich psychological activities of the former, the evaluation of the latter is much harsher and more penetrating.

This man is a pure person.

Or a simple person.

Knowing that he had found the right person, Meta put down the wine glass in his hand with a friendly smile on his face, as if he was facing his own family.

Our Family Association and the Federation are one family. Now that we are victorious on the front line and the war is about to end, industrialists like you are what we need most and what our families need most. We would like to invite you to set up a factory in Shezhou , I wonder what you think?

This casual compliment is much more effective than flattery, and it doesn't seem out of place.

After all, Rasov really did this, but he didn't let his vanity get to his head.

Go to Shezhou to set up a factory...

That means there is too much money and nowhere to spend it.

In contrast, he would rather donate money and materials, which is also a way to be good to you, me, and everyone.

It is not easy to open a factory. It requires local infrastructure and industrial supporting facilities. It does not mean that the factory can be opened just by moving the machines there.

Seeing that Meta wanted to persuade him again, he said with a smile.

But don't worry, although my factory is overseas, I will not be stingy with my help when Borneo Province needs me!

He spoke very fluently, going left and right. The man sitting opposite him was embarrassed, but he stopped talking about setting up a factory.

However, what he didn't know was that he had unknowingly fallen into a trap.

What are the conditions of Snake State? How could Meta not know?

He didn't even think about asking the big boss to come over, he just hit two sticks on the jujube tree casually.

What he really wanted to do was to retreat and let the enthusiastic industrialist do another thing for him.

We also understand your difficulties. I was abrupt about setting up the factory. Just pretend that I didn't say anything.

Meta toasted him with a glass of wine, then drank it all.

After rejecting the kind invitation, Rasov felt a little regretful and said in a gentle tone.

It's not that I don't want to build my hometown, it's just that no matter how good a cook is, I can't make paste with stones. I can't do anything on my own. But it's not completely impossible. For example, I think Shizhou's industrial foundation is actually pretty good, etc. When the situation is right, I will definitely go there to investigate.”

Mehta said with a smile.

No problem! We will give you a warm welcome then!

Rasov smiled but said nothing. He obviously didn't think his family would be qualified, but he didn't write this on his face.

Meta paused and then continued.

Let's not talk about the factory for now... By the way, I heard that there is an armor production line for the Southern Legion in the Ravenka Industrial Zone. Can you find a way to help us get the blueprints for Conqueror 10?

Rasov was stunned and hesitated for a moment.

Then... I'm afraid it's quite difficult.

He had thought about this matter, but he only fantasized about it in his mind.

Although this is not a core secret, the Ravenka Industrial Zone Autonomous Committee did not say that prostitution is free.

His business is doing well now, but he doesn't want to take such a big risk.

Whether it is legal risk or integrity risk.

Meta did not retreat this time, looking at him sincerely and said.

Please, this is very important to us! We know that you are an industrialist who loves his hometown. We just hope that you can help us accomplish this. We will never treat you badly. If you have any difficulties, just talk to us. Tell us, we will solve it for you!

That's all he said, and besides, he had rejected them once before.

Rasov hesitated for a moment, sighed and said.

Let me think about it... the drawings may be a bit difficult. The Federation of Industry and Commerce has some weight in the Autonomous Committee, but our business has just started, and the weight is not very strong after all.

Please allow me to take a moment about the drawings, but there are a batch of tanks that are almost finished on the production line. If you are interested, you can buy them back. I have understood this, and it is approved by the Autonomous Committee and the Development Foundation. Assets sold.”

Meta's eyes lit up and he said with great joy.

Can you introduce me to the person in charge of this matter?

Rasoff said with a smile.

No problem, this little thing is no trouble. I can handle it for you directly.

Meta picked up the wine glass and drank heavily again, then looked at him solemnly and said.

We will definitely remember your kindness today... By the way, please pay more attention to the drawings. Whether it is entertaining guests or other expenses, we will pay how much it will cost.

Rasoff said quickly.

That's too polite of you. Please let me do my part for the cause of the Borneo people!

Meta said shaking his head.

This is a matter of principle. Mr. Zeid said that we are here for the benefit of our families and we must not let them spend a penny more.

Looking at this ambitious man, Rasov couldn't help but sigh.

It’s really annoying to compare people with others, so you have to throw away the goods when you compare them.

If only the respected leading student of T\u0026T could have this kind of tolerance, the Tiandu Federation might not be ridiculed by so many people as a wife cake without a wife...

…

On the other hand, after getting the permission from the representatives of the alliance, Hope immediately started drastic reforms. While urging the Autonomous Committee to come up with a planning plan, he also injected 700 million to establish the Lavinka Industrial Zone Development Bank to cooperate with the Autonomous Committee's bidding.

In some matters, those who manage money are indeed more motivated than those who manage power.

Antoine is a boss who won't do anything without the alliance representatives nodding. Hope is not only quick-thinking but also has the ability to execute. He finished the week's work in just three days and presented it at the second meeting. A development blueprint that no one can refute.

In his blueprint, the banks of the Ravenka River will be filled with high-rise buildings, and will extend along the highway from the industrial area to the desert, with visible results to attract all wastelanders who envy their prosperity to join their ranks.

And the railway network on the 2.7 million square kilometers of land will also be the basis for them to realize their ambitions. The continuous resources will support their cause of ending the Wasteland Era.

Although it was an economic work conference, Hope quickly thought up the action plan and integrated it with the alliance's initiative.

Fang Chang didn't care what pie this guy drew, only what he did.

At least for now, his abilities are worthy of recognition.

Although only 700 million silver coins are not enough to complete the entire blueprint, the funds have a snowball effect.

As long as the money is not wasted, but is bought or turned into something, it can be used as collateral for further loans from the alliance's banks.

This is a very basic operation.

After all, the banks in the alliance have to pay interest to depositors, pay interest to financial products, and repay the bank's interest. The money in hand has to find a place to go.

If there are good investment targets in Lakavan Industrial Zone, they certainly won't mind borrowing the money and letting the snowball roll in their hands.

Hope had everything planned out, except for one thing where his deputy raised objections.

This is a grand plan, but it will also bring about a huge gap between the rich and the poor... You and I both know the virtues of the local people. They may run away because of your plan, but when they come to their senses, Maybe I have been dumped by the Weilant people several times. And at this time, what if the Workers' Association comes?

His name is Nash, and he is a Valantian like President Hope, and he also agrees with the Eternal Night Harbor Model proposed by Hope.

However, he agrees with it, and he must also consider the problems that may arise from this model.

Regarding Nash's objection, Hope had already thought of a countermeasure and said confidently.

As long as we don't make the locals too poor, they won't be able to do anything when they come. Golden Gallen Port is the best example.

Nash smiled bitterly upon hearing this.

Don't let the locals get too poor... Unless we confiscate their bank cards, it's useless even if you give them free money, they will spend it all the next day.

We do have to pay them, but we can't let them have cash. Use your brain, Mr. Nash, we are already working for the alliance, we can't be as rigid as before.

Hope nodded his head with his index finger, and then pointed to the endless oasis outside the window.

This is the only oasis within a hundred miles. A meandering river turns sharply from the northwest to the south, flowing into the sea along a ravine-crissed impact plain.

There will be many high-rise buildings there. We will make a lot of money and live in the tallest and biggest houses. Then we will give the houses in the next level to the indigenous people and let them become our moat. We will be prosperous and suffer losses.

You mean...compensate them with fixed assets instead of cash? Nash frowned and asked in confusion, But what if they sell the house directly?

Believe me, no one will sell assets that continue to rise, and in this process, wealth and poverty can coexist, Hope smiled and patted his shoulder, As long as the survivors of the desert With continuous influx of animals into our settlements, we can continue this positive cycle and let more and more animals live in our farms. As for the implementation details, we can set some restrictions on the transaction threshold. It can be adjusted.”

No matter what, our first priority is one thing - let the animals run!

Nash looked at Hope blankly. He really couldn't imagine that this little former accountant could think of so many things. Before that, the Southern Army had not discovered his talent at all.

Is this the power of 1.5 billion silver coins?

Compared to Hope, who is on aphrodisiacs, and Antoine, the former district mayor who can't even raise his hands, is like a castrated rooster. Maybe it won't be long before all autonomous committees have to turn into ambitious ones. Mr. Hope's puppet.

Perhaps this is not the Golden Gallen Harbor model at all, nor the Evernight Harbor model, but the early Free State model.

But no matter which model it is, the entire Autonomous Committee has a consensus on one thing.

If you don't want the wild animals here to become prey to outsiders, you must let them run.

...You don't have to think about things that far away now, that's what I worry about.

Hope patted Nash on the shoulder and thrust a document into his hand.

There are a hundred Conqueror tanks here. If it weren't for Alliance aircraft, they would almost be able to go to the front line... According to the opinions of Alliance engineers, it is better to sell them as tanks than to break them into iron. The price quoted is more than 30 million silver coins. of.

The war in Borneo is not over yet, and General Gurion is still struggling to his death. The alliance has only one request, which is not to sell to the Southern Army. That means we can sell to any customer except the Southern Army. While the war is still going on, You’re not done finding a buyer for them, let me see what you’re capable of.”

Will anyone want the tanks of the defeated?

Nash thought so, but still nodded seriously.

I'll try my best to sell it.

…

Capacity transformation and handling the backlog of inventory are the two most urgent tasks of the Lavinka Industrial Zone.

As for how to divide the 2.7 million square kilometers of land, and whether to merge the Ravenka Industrial Zone and Yongye Port, these can be studied slowly after the war is over.

Nash took the list given by Hope and went to the warehouse. Looking at the junk that no one wanted, he couldn't help but worry about where to find the bastard who might spend 30 million silver coins to buy these things.

He had met representatives from the Borneo Kingdom and the Mammoth Kingdom. However, it was different from what Hope had imagined. Those two guys were not fools, and they had made an appointment to express that they would not continue the arms purchase. Instead, they would Interested in the production line.

The Lavinka Industrial Zone was indeed interested in transferring those backward production capacities, but after all, this was not Nash's own business, so he had no choice but to introduce these representatives to the people in charge of this matter.

But just when he was worried, the Borneo from the Federation of Industry and Commerce came to the door and introduced him to a mysterious buyer.

Not only did this man take all the equipment as ordered, but he also made a deal that shocked him——

They are willing to buy all these tanks at a price that is 10% higher than the market price.

As long as the Ravenka Autonomous Council can attach the relevant technology to produce the Conqueror 10 tank.

Nash agreed almost without thinking.

joke.

The whole legion was gone to hell, and he had no obligation to take the secret to the grave for the former.

Not to mention that this group of people is the enemy of General Gulion!

Without any hesitation, he stamped the document and rushed to the factory in person to receive the generous buyer.

And while Nash was happily introducing the Doomsday Weapon of the Southern Legion to Meta, the Valant engineers in the nearby factory were also watching the excitement curiously.

Who is that guy? It looks like a big deal.

Business owners from the Federation of Industry and Commerce all rushed to support him, and looking at Nash's attitude, they almost wanted to roll out a red carpet at the entrance of the factory to welcome him.

The engineer under Rasov smoked a cigarette and said with narrowed eyes.

That person's name is Meta. I heard it's a family member who knows how to do it.

Engineers from the tank assembly plant looked at him in confusion.

Parents committee? What the hell.

Rasov's engineer explained.

It's the Family Association, the younger brother of Absaek's younger brother, a branch of the Federation branch. It's quite troublesome to explain... You can probably understand it this way.

The engineer at the aluminum factory asked with a frown.

What is he here for?

Rasov's engineer explained.

They want to pack up the Conqueror 10 that has been produced and buy it back to use against Gulyon.

He didn't care who he bought those tanks to deal with. Anyway, he no longer made armor steel, but switched to the production of gas tanks.

As for why he knows so many things about his family members, the main reason is that Mehta always goes to their factory, and every time he gets close to their boss, he starts to build relationships with them. What he means in his words is that his family members will be happy. I want to coax them to go to Snake State.

But he is not stupid, how can he be led by the nose by a Borneo man with just a few words?

As a Wilante, he knew very well what his compatriots had done in Borneo.

He had reason to believe that what happened once in Ravenka Industrial Zone would most likely happen again in West Sails Port, and no one from the Alliance could save them at that time.

Not only did he think this way, but his boss also threatened them in private, implying that there were hungry wolves all over Borneo that wanted to eat their flesh.

He could tell that his boss wanted to get close to that Meta, but that didn't mean that his boss was so generous that he planned to empty his wallet.

This steel factory is his boss's wallet, and it is visibly turning into a cash cow.

After hearing his explanation, a group of engineers all laughed out loud.

This guy is crazy.

Do you still need this to deal with Guion?

By the time these tanks are delivered to them, I'm afraid the war will be over before they learn how to drive them.

Rasov's engineer also smiled.

You don't care what they think, anyway, the price they offered is high enough, 1.1 million for one, which is 100,000 higher than the market price, and they agreed to pay in silver coins. Anyway, if we keep it, we will convert it into a tractor, so why not just sell it to them , and the money sold to them was enough to buy three tractors.”

More than three in fact.

The Alliance has cheap tractors, which cost less than 50,000 silver coins. They are the early wood-burning tractors, and they are also the best-selling model in the wasteland.

A Conqueror 10 can be sold for 1.1 million silver coins...

One hundred vehicles... wouldn't that cost hundreds of millions of silver coins? !

How could a small local power get so much money? !

After everyone calculated the account, they were all shocked.

The engineer from the aluminum factory swallowed his saliva and said with a look of disbelief.

Where do they get so much money?!

Rasov's project shook his head, looking unconcerned.

Who knows, who cares about him, maybe it was the savings saved from business, maybe it was donated by other Borneo people. Anyway, they are determined to win these conquerors No. 10, maybe there are other transactions behind it.

Looking at the straight-backed Borneo man standing in front of Vice President Nash and gesticulating, all the Wilante engineers shook their heads, sighed, and sighed with emotion.

The world has really changed.

The engineer at the aluminum factory was so envious that he suddenly felt motivated to make money.

Damn, he's so rich...

While everyone was talking, Vice President Mehta and Nash of the Blue Family had already completed the handover of money and delivery.

The two parties have moved from the factory to the dinner table, and the former is showing off their good drinking ability to the latter.

Those receiving the banquet were not only the officials of the Ravenka Industrial Zone Development Foundation who participated in the arms sales contract, but also the foreign workers and engineers who usually could not attend the banquet.

Most of these workers who master core technologies are not local aborigines, but are survivors of the province of Batoya who came to the banks of the Ravenka River with the Wilant people.

But in Mehta’s words, we were all members of the People’s League two hundred years ago and we were all one family.

There's really nothing wrong with that.

Although the Weirant people have never seen the Era of Prosperity, their bloodline is also the crystallization of the technology of the People's Alliance Era, and that is what they are most proud of.

Unlike the proud Weiland people, the foreign workers were moved to tears.

They have always been suppressed by the Weirant people. How have they ever felt such importance?

Not to mention that they can't feel it, not even the ordinary Weirantians of the Southern Legion can feel it.

It is precisely for this reason that after several glasses of vodka, they one by one clapped their chests and promised that they would teach the technicians sent by their families all they have to do with the production and maintenance of Conqueror 10 without reservation. them.

Anyway, this thing is of no use to them. It is better to let the Borneo people use it to defeat General Gulion, which can be regarded as atonement for their past accomplices to the invaders.

In fact, the carrier of a great technology is never a few thin drawings, but the people who have mastered those core technologies.

These things cannot be taught in a few words or a hard drive, unless one group of people teaches another group of people from the heart and without reservation.

Looking at the generous workers, Mehta was moved to tears at the wine table and downed the vodka in one gulp.

Regardless of whether he admits this account in the future or not, he finally got what he wanted, and the Ravenka Autonomous Council also got the money they needed most.

The deal was reached, and the two parties had a good conversation. Meta even came up with the idea of ​​​​a shallow-water heavy gunboat.

However, you have to eat curry one bite at a time. If you eat too much at one time, it will burn your mouth and may easily arouse some people's alertness...

At this moment, the wave of production capacity transformation and large-scale infrastructure construction in Ravenka Industrial Zone is in full swing, and the war on the front line is also continuing.

After a month of fierce fighting, the 100th and 101st Divisions of the Enterprise finally severely defeated the troops sent to the front line by the Southern Army, and after a three-day siege, they completely annihilated the 1.77 millionth unit of the Southern Army.

This unit must have been newly formed. The average age from officers to grassroots soldiers is only eighteen years old, and there are even children of eleven or twelve years old.

The Vaillant people are natural warriors. A twelve-year-old child can already carry a rifle, and his combat effectiveness is no less than that of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old wastelander.

Looking at the group of gray-faced teenagers squatting in the corner with their heads in their hands, Tang Feng, with Rick Five in his mouth, couldn't help but feel complicated.

Now he is the battalion commander, and he is no longer the rookie who loved to show off.

Seeing these young guys, he couldn't help but think of himself on Shifeng Mountain.

The deputy battalion commander walked up to him and squinted his eyes at the group of prisoners of war squatting against the wall.

Their Julius turned them into men, and they turned themselves back into men.

Tang Feng shook his head and said.

I don't think it's their fault, it's the guy who brainwashed the kids.

Without arguing with him about the issue, the deputy battalion commander went straight to the point and asked.

What to do with them?

Tang Feng thought for a while and said.

Send it to Ravenka Industrial Zone by train. Our allies seem to be doing well there.

This is also the recommendation of the command.

This 2.7 million square kilometer colony is vast and sparsely populated. Setting up prisoner of war camps on the spot is tantamount to leaving them to fend for themselves.

The deputy battalion commander said with a smile.

Indeed, it is easier to leave it to the people in the alliance to handle it. This is what they are best at.

At this point, half of the Southern Army's 2.7 million square kilometers of colonies have been liberated by them. The coalition forces have pushed to the equator and are about to enter the northern hemisphere.

This is a narrow territory along the coastline. It is supported by the South China Sea Alliance fleet and there are fighter jets roaring in the sky. They are almost invincible.

But seeing those young and immature faces, Tang Feng didn't have any emotion related to joy in his heart.

He just wants to fight to the southern legion's homeland as soon as possible and end this crazy war...

Time passed day by day, and soon it was the end of December.

At the turn of the 214th and 215th years of the Wasteland Era, a meeting to determine the future fate of the Wasteland kicked off in the Great Rift Valley.

Participating in the meeting were not only the chief technical officer of the academy, representatives appointed by the council, managers of the alliance, but also the governor of Triumph City, and the heads of the major survivor forces.

The Great Rift Valley Association promises to ensure the safety of all parties participating in the meeting and provide pick-up and drop-off services for some heads of survivor forces or foreign ministers who are inconvenient to travel to the Great Rift Valley on their own.

This meeting was actually supposed to be held three months ago, but it was delayed for too long due to various reasons.

Now there is finally no further postponement...