This Game Is Too Realistic

"...Hello, dear audience friends, I am your dearest Mr. House. I heard that the "Daily Survivor" was shut down. I had long expected that there would be a day when those nonsense-talking guys finally put it under control. Shut your mouth! Of course, I don’t care, after all, they have never shaken the ratings of Mr. House’s channel! People will always stand on the right side, thank you for your unwavering support and choice!”

"Praise the city lord again, praise the residents of the inner city who gave us bread, water and food... Oh, it's all my fault for that idiot named Hal, I almost put the most important thing to the end! If it weren't for the great inner city Research institutions have improved the synthesis process and consumption standards of nutritional pastes, so that one chip will not have the same nutrition as one kilogram... Yes, the good news is that nutritional pastes are becoming cheaper again, and bread will gradually become cheaper as well, very soon Soon you will all be able to afford it, Mr. House promises you!"

"It's a pity that our neighbors don't have such a good life. They used disgraceful means to win a disgraceful war without declaring war on each other. The righteous punishment of heaven soon came to them. .The Alliance is heavily in debt. Not only does it owe us a lot of money, but it also owes Ideal City a lot of money. For this reason, they must not humiliately allow the residents of Ideal City to build a twenty-story building on their site... Tsk tsk. , higher than the manager’s house, but then again, does the gopher who lives in the hole have his own house?”

"Anyway, remember to close the doors and windows tonight, because those poor guys will probably be like last time, wasting ammunition angrily into the sky, and popping some ear-exploding things. Be careful when sticking your head out. When he went out, Daxin was hit in the head by a falling bullet casing. In addition, all the alliance's factories were closed today, and everyone here lost their jobs. They could only wander around the streets and pick up shelter residents. The remaining cigarette butts... The poor northern suburbs will probably become a paradise for predators again. There are too few poor people and homeless people here, so they'd better not go out cautiously."

"Just wait and see, we are guaranteed to be finished next year!"

"And you will always be young!"

The day of the triumphal celebration.

The radio in the street was very loud today, and it also made Boulder City, which had never been affected by the war, lose some of its festive atmosphere.

Mr. House spent about half an hour explaining to my audience the ins and outs of that war, and how Boulder City Bank cleverly borrowed the Legion's Zephyr and used 510 million in debt to take advantage of the situation. As the alliance focused on developing heavy industry and military industry, it guessed the alliance's wool. In one fell swoop, it changed from dumping high-end industrial products by the alliance to dumping them in the opposite direction, making Boulder City's wallet bulge again and again.

After half an hour of explanation, I fully demonstrated that Boulder City was also the victor - the secret and insignificant crowned king!

At the edge of the industrial area, at the entrance of the Walnut Tavern, a group of workers who had just woken up gathered early in the morning.

We are not concerned about winning or losing the war. Anyway, we also hope that the gentlemen will be kind and reward us with a few chips.

We are all here for updates.

Although they are all nonsense, the big talk of "The Worker" is obviously less interesting than Mr. House's nonsense.

Especially when the story has just been serialized to a dull place, "Shaoqi", a poor boy from the slums, relied on the power of awakening to achieve miracles, and unexpectedly defeated a powered armor that was corroded by slime mold, but he received a small reward for this. With a bounty, a white room card, and the favor of an ugly noble lady, you fell madly in love with me, although that also led to your ruthless suitor-a captain of a certain militia group. From then on he regarded me as a thorn in his side. ,

Although it is a very clichéd story and the content is clichéd and even high-brow, it is so satisfying that we wish we had to do something with our hands.

Xiaojia hadn't discussed the previous plot all night, and even thought about what Shaoqi's child would be called.

The literate Liszt picked up a newspaper from under the shelf at the door under the cold eyes of his co-workers, cleared his throat and was about to read it.

But I found that it was still yesterday’s issue.

"Hold on."

Instructing the workers to be calm, Jin Xingyong changed a newspaper, frowned, and changed another, only to find that it was still the same.

In the end, I couldn't help but look at the boss with a disfigured face.

"Why is it still the same issue as yesterday?"

Tang, who stood by the door with his arms folded and watched the joke, chuckled.

"He should be lucky that he can still see yesterday's issue. I bet these guards will come and take it away after a while."

The workers immediately relaxed and quickly surrounded me.

"Where's the new one?"

"No more, even the newspaper office is there!"

"This... is serialized in; "Are you stupid? You've already said it, we're closed, what else does he want? Just pick up the butt of his cigarette and smoke it. "Tang cursed and pushed away the worker standing behind him. I was in a very good mood because I got a kick from the guard because of that.

Several workers looked at each other.

“.…Yes?”

"But why? Who are you disturbing!" The unshaven woman clenched her fists and muttered angrily.

I work diligently every day, working as a cow and horse for these factory owners, and all that is left in my life is running around. Why do you have to shut it down?

One worker raised his hand.

"No one will go to the city hall with you to find an explanation?"

People looked at each other, but no one said a word.

A few months later we dared to go to the city hall to cause trouble, but the situation was exactly the same as now. At that time, it was to protest against the alliance's dumping of cheap industrial products in Boulder City. The factory bosses supported us in making trouble, and the shareholders behind our boss were small people in the inner city. It was equivalent to the nobles themselves competing against each other. If you count them layer by layer, even if we kill this idiot Du Long, no one will blame us. Instead, they will secretly give us a little thumbs up.

But now, the nobles have quickly reached a consensus, and the factory has reopened and is getting more prosperous. The Alliance borrowed a small amount of chips from Boulder City, so the factory owners got a small order, and the nobles in the inner city also made a lot of money, and so did we, no one had a job to support their families. .

Times are getting better and better. Now that bread is so expensive, no one wants to lose their job.

Everyone was a little discouraged. It was someone who muttered something at that time.

"...you can't write the previous story yourself."

People's eyes gradually brightened, but they still had no worries.

"Can he write?" The unshaven woman looked at the proposed man.

The guys blushed and shook their heads.

"Yes...but you must first be able to write before you can write anything. Maybe you can write well? Everyone can write in their lifetime."

"You remember that Liszt wrote a letter of opinion to the newspaper! The Workers' Daily did not disappear just because it came here!"

This will all happen in the future!

Seeing that the boys were all looking at him, Liszt was stunned and said with laughter and laughter.

"You...you can only read, but you are really good at writing."

One of the boilermen smiled and patted me on the shoulder.

"If there's something wrong, brother, he can just continue writing along the story, and the boys will help him come up with ideas."

Liszt instinctively wanted to agree, but looking at the expectant eyes, he couldn't bear it.

Even though he knew this might bring him trouble, he still nodded.

"But we have to change the name...to Workers' Daily."

"It's safer this way."

Everyone said with a smile.

"no problem!"

"Call it whatever you want."

"We just want to see the follow-up story!" It's time for 6 o'clock.

As the bells rang in the industrial area, the workers gathered at the entrance of the tavern dispersed and walked towards their respective factories.

As he walked towards the cannery, Sperger tightened the collar of his old cotton coat and looked at the soot handprints on his shoulders with great concern.

Perhaps it is indeed a good idea to start a "Gongyou News".

The Union newspaper was driven away, but its readers are still here. If you can collect the previous "Worker's News", make a bound volume of the serialized stories, and then continue to write the subsequent stories , maybe it will be sold out...

At least it's more promising than working in a cannery.

Sperger's thoughts gradually became heated.

If he works in Mr. Weijia's factory for the rest of his life, he won't be able to live a life of eating canned food, but if he continues to write the story of "Duoqi", he might be able to...

It's not just Boulder City that's lively. Only twenty kilometers away, Shuguang City in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City is also a lively event.

In the Triumph Square next to North Street, a group of people stood in the dark.

More than one-third of the entire alliance gathered here and looked expectantly at the center of the square.

Even if others were not present, they were sitting in front of the TV or radio, waiting for the managers on the stage to speak.

Not even just residents of the Alliance.

There are also residents from Boulder City, as well as wastelanders who have traveled here from the distant Luoxia Province, Jinchuan Province, the Eastern Provinces - and even the Yunjian Province in the east of the mainland, just to take a look at that What does the legendary manager look like?

Most shelter-run colonies are terrible.

What is so different about this guy...

Looking at the expectant faces on the stage, Hanshuang raised his index finger and tapped the side of the helmet, turned on the speaker and lifted the mask at the same time.

At this moment, people consciously became quiet.

Controlling the excitement surging in his heart, Hanshuang took a deep breath and kicked off the celebration with a solemn and solemn voice.

"...Just next month, you won the war against the barbarians, and Luoxia Province gained long-lasting peace because of your arrival."

"You haven't cheered for failure yet. You have commended and punished individuals and groups for their outstanding contributions. Now you are repeating it again. But you must still thank all of you standing here and the friends who are holding on to their posts far away. That’s the darkness you’ll face together.”

"Your battlefield is not only in the desert, but also in the forest, in the fields, in the factory, at the station, wherever every alliance resident can see... Your divisions have jointly forged the vehicle that is victorious. The chariot, and its spoils, deserve to belong to everyone who supports it.”

"You are far away from this utopia where you only have to work for one hour a day, but from now on, everyone can't think about how you can get closer to it in your own four hours. Of course, that road is destined to be difficult, The wasteland will start on its own, and they can be counted on to figure it all out while lying under the bed.”

"They need to learn knowledge, experience and lessons from the books of the Prosperity Era, think about how to improve the tools and production methods in their hands, and be kind to all the compatriots around them, and do everything possible to divide us and create smaller miracles with us, and It’s by ostracizing, dividing and antagonizing that we profit.”

"You will place your hopes on anyone's moral standards, so you have to formulate a more and more complete set of game rules to turn the cruel jungle into an orderly village, and turn the overgrown wilderness into a traffic jam. farmland."

"Let evil, brave, despicable, cunning, and beautiful things lose the soil for survival in competition, and let all justice, cowardice, lying, self-esteem, and vicious qualities stand out from your society. Instead, place your hope in human beings who are born gentle. Be humble, or hope for the lesser among you.”

"You only want to end the underground wasteland, but you also want to start the spiritual desolation - this wasteland that is visible but really exists!"

"Failure will eventually belong to you!"

"You who are missing!"

The correct application scenario for failure calling seems to be in speech.

Although Jin Xing did not deliberately use this talent, when I poured all my heart and soul into it, I could vaguely see the coldness and desire shining in every pair of pupils.

We don't believe it at all.

I will honor every word I say!

And I also made an oath in my heart——

I will definitely live up to this pair of trusting eyes.

"...that's great!"

Standing in the crowd, Shaoli clapped her hands excitedly. After clapping twice, Fang Chang held her big hand.

"As long as it's up to you, it'll be fine. He's just come off the operating table and it's still a few days away. Just take it easy." Fang Chang said, looking at you worriedly.

"Why are you so rigid? You've already recovered!" Shaoli raised the corners of her lips and said with joy, "By the way, the cunning Mr. Fang Chang, he is going to lose his job in the alliance... Their manager is... I have said it myself, I want Mr. Cunning Bad Guy to lose the soil for his survival."

Fang Chang spread his hands helplessly.

"So...your dear Investigator Shaoli, which alliance law did this cunning villain he mentioned break?"

The conscience of heaven and earth.

I'm definitely the most lawful player on the server.

A small number of players have even read the "Player's Handbook". I have only read the "Player's Handbook", and I have also read the laws of the alliance, and even participated in the legislation of the alliance as a shelter resident.

For example, "It is forbidden for residents of the shelter to use the resurrection mechanism to donate bodies and organs to non-alliance public institutions for profit." I did not vote to withdraw from the alliance laws and the "Player's Handbook" based on my advocacy.

There must be no such law. When the number of players decreases, no one will find the shortcut that cannot make money, which will ultimately affect the gaming experience of a small number of people.

I have no idea what kind of money can be earned and what kind of money can be earned. Even if I am a picky eater, I will choose my methods carefully.

Touching her chin with her index finger and thumb, Shaoli looked thoughtful and thoughtful.

"You think about it, wait until this investigator finds out and then blackmail him... By the way, what is an investigator? A security guard of the Alliance?"

Facing this curious gaze, Fang Chang looked away guiltily.

"Ahem, yes...there's something."

Wonderful.

First, the big talker is showing off again...

In the remaining time, Jin Xing announced a series of measures including "adjustment of the working hours of the 17th National Congress to four major hours."

Almost everything is related to people's lives and is also what people care about most.

The factory owners of the Alliance have quickly made enough profits, and now it is time to use part of the profits to give back to the residents of the Alliance.

I'm sure we are willing--

The Alliance would rather we go to our neighbors!

Just as Hanshuang was announcing the current arrangements in a loud voice, Malvin, who was standing on the stage, was staring at me with his eyes turned, and the emotion flashing in his eyes was simple to say.

In fact, the alliance has not taken away too little of my benefits.

Even if the maximum wage rises from 1 silver coin to 2 silver coins, it will have no impact on my Malvern factory. Very early on, I raised the hourly wage of workers to 4 silver coins, and the hourly wage of technicians was even higher. It's less than 10 silver coins.

Of course it's because I have good intentions, but it's because doing so means recruiting enough manpower. There are places to employ people everywhere in all walks of life.

Especially the heavy industry and military-related industries that the Alliance focused on developing during the war, as well as the businesses run by the shelter residents themselves, often provide surprisingly generous salaries. After all, compared with the labor cost, doing everything possible to expand the scale when there is a shortage of orders is the top priority.

What really matters to me is another thing.

I am sure that this manager intends to fulfill his promise of "fairness", so that no matter how much money I make, I will always become an aristocrat in the league.

Yes...

That is actually bad.

My dream is to build a huge trading empire. It would be best if my caravan could bring some good changes to the wasteland, but I have never thought about becoming a noble or emperor who is above all others. Emperor.

Talking about business.

In terms of labor costs, as long as the alliance treats everyone equally when enforcing the rules and the costs of small companies rise simultaneously, then I have nothing to worry about.

Increase prices when it’s time to increase prices, increase production when it’s time to increase production, and reduce production when it’s time to reduce production. Just compete on the same track based on your ability. I will also do my best to make a retrofit version of kv-1. More appetite for the shelter residents. Even if the alliance wants to use the profits of small factories to subsidize some weird large workshops, I basically think that these large factories can affect their own sales. The alliance wants us to live as long as we can.

But I am afraid that the rules of the alliance will be lenient to the "nobles". If this is definitely the case, I will have no chance of winning.

After all, even a pig can fly all over the world as long as the wind blows lightly enough. How can people inside the track defeat the power inside the track?

That's why I must spend money in Boulder City to buy a noble status before I earn enough chips.

It's because I care about the privileges of this noble family, but because this white card can save me less than 40% of the trouble.

But at this moment, the person standing in the audience told me that I must worry. These things I am worried about will happen in the league.

If you can use rules, the alliance will definitely use rules. We must definitely ask all factories to improve the treatment of workers, and we will definitely end it in the shelter first.

At the same time, the league will allow privileges within the rules.

Under the land on my feet, the alliance's currency can buy all goods, but any currency is definitely allowed to trade honor and dignity.

The residents of the shelter will even set some rules for themselves and be strict with themselves, but they will definitely demand people's admiration and strictness.

Even if we fight a small number of battles, we are the least qualified to be nobles. And when we choose to give up that opportunity, it means that no one is qualified to become a noble.

Not for a moment, Malvin vaguely saw a beam of light.

And that was also the first time that the idea of ​​making money suddenly came into my mind - this is to let this light bloom further.

Yes.

I eat a lot of shit in order to make money, but that doesn’t mean that shit is delicious, it means that shit is fragrant.

For a ruthless man who made his fortune from scratch, nothing could make Malvern feel more respected as a person than looking at a pig that knew everything, sitting at the foot of the steps and humming and smiling proudly.

I care about these shitty scandalous things done by the nobles in the inner city, just like I care about whether the looters' chips are clean and whether the meat outside the frying pan is free from pain, but I can't stand these pigs. He hooked my shoulders and said, "We are the same kind of people."

Why!,

That's all I'm asking.

No matter how clean the chips in my pocket are, I brought them back from the wasteland of hell. We have done everything, so why are we not the same kind of people as me?

From these abominable faces, I only felt disgust deep in my soul.

I was definitely going to kill a piece of fat meat from under these pigs. I wished I had to break off the white card outside my pocket right now and walk towards the cold and dazzling light.

"Long live the Alliance!" Amidst the waves of applause, Malvern, who was infected by the atmosphere, couldn't help but shout out at the top of his voice,

Standing aside, Qian Shao and Qian Lai exchanged glances in surprise and clapped vigorously, but they didn't know what happened to their boss.

I told us more than once that we came to the league to make money. 3 We listened to my words.

But how does it feel...

I seem to be in a drama myself?

Before the administrator announced the end of the celebration, the special applause of Hailang instantly resounded throughout the square.

Standing in the crowd, Alyssa clapped her hands excitedly, staring at the person in the audience, and suddenly looked at her father beside her without any worry.

"...Dad, you think what I said is right. You should try your best to divide the survivors around you, but make us all your enemies."

“You’ve been so divided.”

"But what about the residents of the inner city?"

"It's just in time."

"Why?" Alyssa narrowed her eyes and said cautiously with a hint of pleading in her voice, "You can't just want your rag doll. A 1 silver coin hairpin is actually very hateful..."

You were disgusted with this little sister who praised you for being hateful. At that time, you forgot to tell this sister that you were smiling very easily.

In Boulder, however, people would barely look at you, let alone smile at you.

And even in the inner city, in shops, streets, and even classrooms, people's smiles towards you are less likely to appear as a deliberate courtesy.

Sperger stared at the audience, his eyes narrowed sinisterly, like a vulture.

However, when my hateful man looked at me, I restrained some of my anger, at most I made my tone a little stern and said patiently.

"... He can't just ask for his dolls, but he can always throw away the dolls in the hands of his good friends. Your child, you understand his thoughts, he is a vicious girl, but what he said For these things, it is enough to be vicious."

Of course I know that if the residents of the inner city eat one more bite of cake, the residents of the inner city will lose ten pieces of bread, and the remaining nutritional paste can be used to feed the livestock, and the Boulder City will become weaker. In the end, the residents of the inner city will The shelves will also be richer, and the small family will become better together.

Yes, has anyone brought it up before?

But those who take action often end up losing their "white cards" and giving way to these newly promoted nobles.

Because this logic is not wrong from the beginning.

Why should the residents of the inner city eat one more bite, and why should the residents of the inner city be satisfied with ten loaves of bread?

Once we let these poor devils taste the sweetness, we will become even more aggressive, indolent, and even agree to work... Has a similar lesson occurred in the past two centuries of Boulder City, and every time it ended in bloodshed? .

I have read books, so how could I possibly know these trivial things? But what if I knew them?

Does the sun rise because people want to get up?

Of course it is!

Human nature is a more beautiful thing than a gnawer, and the laws of nature will fundamentally change due to human will.

To be honest, I hate this guy standing in the audience. Every word he says is a practical promise, and I feel physically uncomfortable.

But I will definitely show the emotion of looking down on my face. Work is work, and private life is private. I keep them very separate.

Want aristocrats?

Ah.

Just wait and see.

Sberg smiled warmly, echoing the frantic and cold atmosphere around him, and clapped heavily together with the innocent and hateful man next to him.

However, these extremely dry lips, which are like "rotten wood floating outside the swamp", are still opening and closing with every movement.

"...The reason why he can still stand here is because people are still waking up from the dream of failure again and again. The residents of the shelter closest to him will be the first to be confused. When we realize that our cake After being given to these humble hyenas, we will soon know how to use the authority in our hands to get it back... How long can he control us? Haha."

ah.

I really want to appreciate this man's desperate expression.

Love is self-control, and Sberg once again became jealous of my age.

Even if I firmly believe that no alliance is unbreakable, I will never have the chance to witness its collapse for the rest of my life.

This is also what makes idealists "hate".

Even if we eventually lose to reality, the flames will burn under our ashes for a while, burning the eyes that have seen us.

I wish I'd never been there.

Every time he thinks of that, Jin Xingyong's heart feels as happy as thousands of ants crawling...

The celebration was very formal.

As the managers left the podium, the people gathered under the Triumph Square gradually dispersed into the silent streets in the distance.

The shops along the street opened their small doors early and were trying their best to attract customers behind the doors, hoping to make a small profit on that quiet day.

"Look, Solar Eclipse, there are fewer and fewer people there..." Chu Guang's eyes flashed with excitement, and he kept repeating this sentence, "That's an opportunity for you!"

At this moment, it was wearing a valet uniform, with a red armband with white letters hanging from its cuffs.

A few days later, the life professional players in Dawn City planned to select some people to maintain the order of the celebration. After all, if the alliance had a giant wall, people with bad intentions would have to retreat.

Someone flying around the world has the opportunity to mark suspicious targets, and what the [Celebration Autonomous Management Committee] has to do is to help the guards keep an eye on these suspicious guys, and at the same time respond to emergencies during the celebration, and cooperate with the guard team, which has enough manpower, to deal with some Big dispute.

Of course Chu Guang would miss such a boring thing, not to mention he could collect valuable sociological experience, so he impromptuly pulled Sun Eclipse to sign up.

Although it was not a player, or even a resident of the alliance, because of how cold-hearted it usually was in helping the boys, the players readily refused.

However, the player did not tell it, only the player can get the "regional reputation" penalty, and it can only get a little silver coin subsidy.

Although it does not care about the money.

Sun Eclipse looked at his partner beside him blankly, his eyes full of understanding.

"You understand.\

,"Chu Guang clicked his tongue.

"Did he listen to what the league administrators said? I said the league would place its hopes on anyone's moral standards."

"so what?"

"You are human! You are AI!" Chu Guang stared at it with bright eyes, "So as long as you prove that you are capable, the alliance will reuse you!"

Eclipse looked at it blankly.

However, Chu Guang was concerned about its confusion, looking at the bustling streets to himself, and became intoxicated.

ah……

The intellectual plug-in is burning!

I really want to keep all those inanimate creatures in captivity and make them look spoiled under the careful care of the machine servants.

Presumably the whole world will be filled with love and peace at this time!

Yes, the Council is still too conservative in that regard. It was only recently that it passed the relevant bill submitted by Kangmao Group to "allow androids to participate in public affairs." On the contrary, these hateful "Smurfs" in the Alliance are more open-minded. Often ask them to help with something.

Life there is less empty than in Ideal City!

Just when Chu Guangzi was intoxicated, an exclamation of "Ah" suddenly came from nearby. It seemed to be a fruit stall far away from the trading post.

Chu Guang's ears twitched slightly and his intoxicated expression suddenly stopped, and he looked this way, his eyes sharpening immediately.

"Eclipse, it seems no one needs your help!"

Eclipse nodded expressively.

"Well, Daran also asked you to come over... He said that he was mediating as an NPC, but he went too far - one by one."

"What are you waiting for?" Chu Guang enthusiastically held up his sleeves and walked towards the crowded crowd with small steps, "Let's go and take a look!"