This Game Is Too Realistic

A small bungalow on the edge of Linghu Lake.

Jing glanced at the dancing lines and numbers on the trading machine, sat at the table and looked at the square length of the newspaper, and raised the corners of his mouth. Just now, someone injected five million chips into the market.

Although he bought in small orders, he could tell at a glance that those small orders were all written by the same person.

In order to facilitate these gamblers to play zero-sum games and reduce the frictional loss of "chips", he did not even set a transaction fee.

And the young man he had known for less than a month had indeed lived up to his expectations. A thousand people had already entered the S-coin trading platform.

If his guess was correct, these thousand people covered at least half of the nobles and their relatives in the inner city, and 80% of these people bought in without even reading anything written in the electronic contract. With the help of the nobles, this easy-to-participate drumming and flower-passing game will soon be transmitted like a chain reaction to the next level of the drunken Queen of the Night bar, bringing together the dancers on the stage and the mercenaries wandering off the stage. , The merchants also pulled in some of them.

These people are definitely the high-income group in Boulder City, and the chips in their pockets can reach four figures, or even five, six, or seven figures!

As for middle-income groups such as bank clerks, city hall salesmen, and boutique designers in tailor shops, although they do not have enough wealth and have savings of five figures, their desire for wealth is the most astonishing.

It's a pity that there really isn't much to squeeze out of Boulder City, otherwise the final ending would have been exciting.

As the developer of the trading system, he can see the cards in the hands of everyone on the poker table without even looking at their trading behavior to guess.

But to be honest, making money from these people is no fun. After all, we all know that bullying a fool is unethical.

"Wow, how many newspapers have you subscribed to?" There was movement at the entrance, and Dolly walked in from outside with a newspaper in her arms.

"I've ordered everything I can," Fang Chang said with a smile as he stood up and took the newspaper from her hand, "Isn't this supporting Miss Investigator's career?

"I'm a reporter!" Dolly stared at him curiously and blinked, "Also, what exactly is a search officer? I thought he was a security guard from the alliance, but when I asked everyone, they all said they didn't listen. Said."

As soon as he heard this, Fang Chang's face suddenly turned green. He almost died from the spit, and he coughed twice in a hurry and said. Cough! You, stop asking around! "I will tell you later to help! He doesn't want to die!"

Seeing a certain big bad guy looking at her pleadingly, Dolly raised the corners of her lips proudly, but she didn't intend to just let him go. "Hook!" She held out her little finger.

'Pull the hook. "Fang Chang also stretched out his hand in embarrassment, but when he thought about having to explain it to her later, he couldn't help but blush. "This thing was explained yesterday. I can't mention things from another world.

You can't do it, you can't do it with a movie, it's too dirty! And the data transmission needs to be reviewed, and Aguang will see it! Do you really have to do this kind of thing so formally? Do you have to pull the strings?

However, Dolly was still as easy to coax as ever, and she was not curious about why he was blushing. After pulling the hook, she sat contentedly across the dining table and enjoyed breakfast happily.

Fang Chang also picked up a bun and stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite to cool down his irritable mood. Then he looked at the tall pile of newspapers beside the table and shifted his attention to it.

Speaking of which, Survivor Daily has recently added a series of sub-issues.

Including "Worker's Daily", "Agricultural News", "Fashion Weekly", etc.

The exodus industry from Boulder City has injected new blood into the alliance, and the Survivor Daily is just a microcosm and the easiest to see intuitively. The greatest legacy of the prosperous era is not a black box, but Renlianyu.

IEven though there are all kinds of strange names in the wasteland, some are called Table, Stool, Wrench and Hammer, and some are called Li Lei and Han Meimei, but everyone speaks the same language with slightly different pronunciation, so cultural communication and the spread of ideas are unrealistic. There are so many obstacles in the world.

'It is precisely because of this that the effects of industrial transfer and population siphoning will be amplified. This should be a slow and long-lasting process, but now it is as crazy as a free fall.

But he has no sympathy for those people. Arrogance is the greatest original sin.

Those nobles are not only arrogant but also greedy for dreams. The money printing machine that was supposed to serve more than 500,000 people has turned into a cash machine for a few VIPs. They obviously have no foreign exchange reserves but still want to play the debt game with the alliance.

If not, who will you cut?

Perhaps their ancestors did not expect that the bargaining chips originally invented so that the survivors in the wasteland would no longer barter would be moved around like toys by future generations.

As long as the nobles of Boulder City do not earn so much local currency, and they lend chips to the alliance and allocate some silver coins or assets priced in silver coins, it will be very difficult for the alliance to cut them off. The ties of trade will truly bind the two parties together. , become the partner of lip-dead teeth-cold. But this is only an afterthought.

The managers saw through the nature of these guys from the beginning, so they never relented on the issue of "opening up the free exchange of silver coins and chips" from beginning to end. The Bank of Boulder City may have gradually become aware of the danger, but just being aware of it has actually already That's too late. In fact, kind managers gave them a chance.

Until finally these gamblers have a chance to put on the brakes and stop.

As long as Mel can suppress inflation within five years, allow the alliance to pass through the initial stage of development, and open up the free exchange of chips and silver coins, the bubbles accumulated in the giant wall can be naturally squeezed out. If the Alliance wants to become bigger and stronger, they will definitely not play any tricks of breach of contract. Their personal morality is not the Alliance’s turn to judge. That is the matter of the residents of Boulder City themselves.

However, gamblers want to win so much, and want to be the only winner, that they turn this game that could have been played forever into an arena that distinguishes high and low, as well as life and death.

If it's a ring, then someone has to die. This is a war, and it has already begun. But it is different from hot war.

Often when most people come back to their senses, it has ended quietly. Only when people look back on the past will they gradually realize what they have lost in this war.

It's a pity that there are still too few financial instruments in this game, otherwise you can make a lot of money by shorting chips. In this way, he will be financially free not only in reality, but also in the game. What exactly is this thing?"

Noticing the trading device on the table, Dolly reached out curiously and picked it up. After staring at it for a while without understanding, she whispered, "You have been staring at it since the morning. No hiding anything, return to normal." The calm Fang Chang smiled and said softly. Good children should not touch the tools of the bad guys. "Tools of the bad guys" "Yeah." "

Looking at Dolly who was confused, Fang Chang continued to tease.

"For example, there is a clearance button there. If you press it, several people will die in the inner city not far from here." Do you want to give it a try?

Although this way he would not be able to maximize his profits, and his chips in the inner city bank would also be frozen, he actually didn't care much about those fictitious things. Originally, the plan was just to verify the conjecture in his mind. It’s okay for a Pomeranian to smile.

But Dolly couldn't laugh. Instead, she was startled by his words and quickly carefully put the dangerous thing back on the table.

"Really or not, this is so scary." Looking at Fang Changyun's gentle smile, Dolly's eyes gradually filled with suspicion and she raised her eyebrows. She always felt that this guy was teasing her again.

Of course it is true, and conservatively it is estimated that more than a few people died. Reaching out to rub the emerald green hair, Fang Chang looked into the suspicious eyes, smiled softly and said.

"I have not forgotten what those bad guys did. They dared to bully my gentle, lovely and kind Miss Dolly. Of course I have to make them pay a little price for their rudeness."

It’s so disgusting!” Dolly jumped to the side with a red face.

Even though she said this, she still felt a sweetness in her heart involuntarily. She decided to change the story herself, but he still remembered

Seeing that the look didn't look like she was joking, Dolly hesitated and whispered.

In fact, I don't hate those people that much anymore. Don't deliberately seek revenge on them. I won't go back anyway. But then again, since you are so vindictive.

"No, it's about holding grudges." He's not very good at saying earthy love words. Fang Chang thought for a while, then smiled and continued, "I remember everything about you." A routine that would get you a blank stare in reality. It surprisingly works in the wasteland.

Dolly's face suddenly turned red. She hurriedly picked up the bag on the chair and ran towards the door like a frightened little animal. "I, I, I, I went to work!"

Looking at the clanking door of the entrance hall, Fang Chang couldn't help but smile and turned his eyes back to the newspaper in his hand.

When he saw the report about the current situation in Boulder City, he shook his head and muttered to himself. "There are too many fools these days and not enough liars."

The editor of the Economic News made up a joke to tease the neighbors. The merchants from the Alliance went to a restaurant in Boulder City to dine and found that people were paying with paper. So they were shocked and asked about your chips. The waiter proudly told him that we are now popular to pay with IOUs. , and then took out a small ticket with a bunch of zeros.

The merchants in the alliance searched their pockets but couldn't find so many chips, so they had an idea, took off their napkins, wrote a longer string of zeros, and bought the entire restaurant.

This seems to be a spoof contribution from a player.

And most of them are players who are doing tasks in Boulder City and find players from the alliance to invest on their behalf. However, it also reflected what was happening in Boulder City from the side, and what was even more interesting was that when it was time to take a nap, they stabbed themselves, and then buried their heads in the sand and acted like ostriches.

Some residents of Boulder City have no doubts about Mr. House's tone and believe that the noble gentlemen must have a way. Not only is there a real research institute in the inner city, but there is also a division's think tank living there. However, when discussing, everyone will Close the door and whisper, so as not to be heard by the hyenas in the wasteland. After laughing, Fang Chang became slightly serious.

A problem that cannot be ignored is that the alliance does not yet have a complete "financial law". It only makes some similar provisions in other games in the player's handbook to restrict players from using illegal means to defraud the alliance's National People's Congress or other players. fiscal.

Nowadays, the scale of the game is getting bigger and bigger. Both the number of players and the number of people's congresses are increasing sharply. If you don't keep it together, a few black sheep will sneak in and attack your own people, making the alliance repeat the mistakes of Boulder City.

He loves this collective more than anyone else. After all, he and everyone else burned the first brick here, and this land is covered with their blood. There was a slight movement in his heart, and the corner of his square mouth turned up into a smile.

"Speaking of which, the version just happened to be updated." Public Affairs. "I'll draft a proposal on the "Financial Law" later. Time passed day by day, and soon it was December.

At least one thing Mr. House didn't lie about. This winter was indeed not as cold as in previous years. Many people froze to death at this time last year, but this year I haven't heard of anyone dying in their home.

The efficiency of the savings factory has improved, which is a good sign, indicating that some survivors in the outer city have also become rich. For example, the tutors that Merle hired for his little daughter have recently worn Death Claw shoes.

Ever since it was discovered that the Alliance had given a Death Claw in return to every survivor force that went to the celebration to congratulate them, the pursuit of the Death Claw by the nobles in the inner city suddenly became less intense. possible

Only Ideal City is worthy of being the eternal god in their hearts.

Sberg couldn't help but feel sarcastic in his heart. Maybe he had to keep pace with the times and change the material of the captain's leather shoes from Death Claws to something else to highlight the identity of this big man.

He wasn't imaginative enough as to what a mutant's scalp looked like.

Apart from the various "evolved bodies", I really can't think of anything in the wasteland that is more terrifying than the death claws, and there are enough alien species. In short, everything seems to be slowly getting better.

Sperger felt a little more comforted, maybe one day in the future this favor would come to him.

The only thing that made him a little sad was that this month, Mr. Weijia tried to use the IOU lake to trick them again, which made everyone angry. Even Kent cursed a few shameless profiteers, which simply gave them no way to survive.

Later, something happened. Someone secretly removed the threads of the slicer. Others were bad enough and kept silent and pretended not to see it. As a result, their assembly line wasted an entire line of cans and their boss Weijia was killed. His nose was crooked with anger.

Of course the bad guy was found out, I heard someone exposed him.

But no matter what, thanks to him, Weijia was a little more careful with them and didn't waste last month's interest, even though he only gave them some unsold nutritional ointments.

Sberg was a little frustrated.

He had imagined that his boss would give them those dried cans, but what he didn't expect was that his boss Shou Ke would pour those things in front of them and not share them with them. Let people urinate on those precious grains.

That day, Mr. House's broadcast added an advertisement: Tasty Food Processing Factory would rather destroy the defective products than let an inferior can flow to the market. Fortunately, there is only one bad thing that affects your mood. After all, there are more good things than bad things. In order to listen to the story of Bol the Awakener, more and more workers gathered at the entrance of the walnut beer can.

And not only from Mr. Vega’s factory, but also from steel plants, sawmills, and even engineers from weapons assembly stations. It turns out that those truly educated and good people also love their stories. , and expressed sympathy for their experiences.

The engineer is not tall, and his left eye is an electronic eye produced by Jushi Military Industry. He is a healthy person. He occasionally invites everyone to drink a glass of low-quality watered beer.

.One day he drank too much and shouted that one day Jushi Military Industry would dare to use IOU Lake to trick him. He would definitely not suffer in silence. He vowed to stuff more gunpowder into each cartridge case and add some Nianhu Lake syrup by the way. That's no joke.

Sberg stopped reading the story and immediately covered his mouth, hoping he wouldn't do anything stupid. The early spring wave was no joke. In the cold winter, at most a few poor people will freeze to death.

When the warm winter comes, the next spring will be like hell. It’s great.

After listening to him finish reading the contents of the workers' newspaper, a young man had an expression of envy on his face and couldn't help but whisper. "It would be great if we had a manager too. He's seen it all.

Those profiteers will not consciously take out the things in their pockets and give them to them unless someone points a gun at them and forces them to change. Hearing the young man's cry, Sperger couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Everyone here has heard him read the reply to him from the editor-in-chief of the Daily Survivor. The administrator not only invited him to be a guest in the Alliance, but also promised to let him try on power armor. He is a really approachable adult.

Next year when the wave is over, let's go there together. I heard that the raiders in the north are almost being killed by those blue coats. 'But I heard they only give out silver coins, not chips. What does it matter? I heard that all the dancers in the Queen of the Night bar accept silver coins!"

That's it!" A man with a beard cursed and said, "No matter what you give, it's better than an IOU!" Some people also showed worried expressions. But will the wave of the next year come back to hide?" The old fitter nodded. , said nervously. I heard the wave would sweep across the wasteland, leaving no grass in its path.

If not forced by life, no one would be willing to leave Jubi. After all, if you come back, you will be given 12 chips, depending on the mood of the man at the door. If they really weren't afraid of the aliens and predators outside, they would have become mercenaries long ago, and they wouldn't just stay and work in the factory. The only people left behind are honest people. It has been for generations.

Sberg also had the same worries, so he mentioned in his reply that he needed to save some travel expenses before going there.

The 20 to 30 kilometers of road is not easy to walk. I don’t know what dangers are hidden in the concrete ruins. He has never seen those mutated rats and dogs that drink blood from their hair, but he has seen Governor Moore bring a group of people with him when he went on a visit. Big money bodyguard.

But at this time, the engineer who always invited them to drink laughed.

"Come on, you must not have read the newspaper," I remember one issue of the Survivor Daily mentioned that those mouth eaters are all fruiting bodies of mutant slime mold, and that mutant slime mold has something called self-limiting. thing. Anyway, they can't expand after they expand to a certain scale. The wave in the suburbs is probably not as exaggerated as in the city. Otherwise, how did the survivors in the northern suburbs survive? They didn't pop out of the cement cracks.

Everyone looked at each other in shock after hearing this, and Sperger also showed a surprised expression. This is indeed his knowledge blind spot.

He had been staring at the Worker's Daily, treating it as his own, so much so that he had forgotten that there was also a Survivor's Daily and a Mercenary's Daily, which would share some common sense and experience in the wasteland. Apparently, the engineer from Jushi Military Industry was a reader of the main issue of Survivor Daily and happened to have read that issue.

The expression of surprise turned into excitement. Sberg clenched his fists excitedly and said while looking at the crowded workers at the door of the beer hall. Great! Since the wasteland is actually not that scary, let’s go and have a look when spring comes next year! Sure enough, it’s good to have more people!

As long as one person is willing to tell everyone what he knows, the united workers will become more and more knowledgeable, and knowledge is power. However, at this moment, a group of fierce guards came not far away. Seeing those people, Sperger's expression changed slightly.

The leader was Phyllis, the head guard of the industrial area, and beside him were the security captain Alec and his "old friend" Kent. Why are you gathering here to rebel?" Felice shouted, and used a couch stick to drive away the drunkards surrounding the door of the tavern. Sperger looked at the tavern owner Tang, who shook his head with a pale face. I didn't call you here"

Before he could finish his words, Kent suddenly rushed out, grabbed Sperger's collar like a hero, and looked at the security captain Alec excitedly. This is the guy! He makes a noise here every day! Reading his disgusting book of Bohr stories. "Sperger immediately became angry. He rarely summoned up the courage to glare at him and cursed. "I recited mine at the door of your house. What's wrong with you?"

Unexpectedly, this coward dared to talk back to him. Kent was about to spit at him, but when he saw the workers around him looking at him silently, he couldn't help but hire him with just one look! How could the awakened one win? Powered Armor "Aren't you talking nonsense and hurting people!" However, there was really no ink in his stomach, and he couldn't make sense, so he could only read Mr. House's words again, and then looked at Alec for help. He swore.

If the illegitimate son of the city lord who was hiding in the city accidentally took over the alliance's power armor, then he would definitely not have any objections and would excitedly throw it at the wall. But the damage is caused by these pieces of shit. Why do you have to write this? What these poor people like to watch, can't they write it in the way they like? Kent was so angry that his teeth hurt.

Alec was not interested in the barking of several wild dogs. Whether it was Kent or Sperger, they were all the same in his eyes. Just a poor bastard with no skills.

After a while, he was going to the Queen of the Night Bar to show off to his boss and his boss's sweetheart. His drinking capacity was an impossible pastime at the party. At this moment, he just wanted to get this matter over with quickly, so he looked at Fei who was standing aside. Leith said softly.

"These people get together every day and shout loudly. The day our assembly line broke down was the fault of our assembly line." "Dear captain of the guard, please take care of it." "

Phyllis looked down upon the security captain of a mere factory, but Alec's boss was Vijia, and Vijia's boss was the famous Sid. That gentleman is incredible.

However, it is not good for him to arrest people for no reason, otherwise he will easily be treated as an outcast by the big shots and left to these poor people to vent their anger.

So his little eyes searched for a while, and he spotted the newspaper on the wine table. He immediately seemed to have found some treasure, his voice of surprise was distorted, and he shouted loudly.

"What is that?" without waiting for anyone to answer.

Phyllis strode forward, took the newspaper in her hand and unfolded it, looking around with a sinister and arrogant look. It was as if he was holding a sword in his hand. Worker newspaper! The city hall has banned this stuff!"

This is not the one before!" The engineer beside him couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but argue that this is a sub-issue of the Alliance's Survivor Daily, and the two are completely different!

"Haha, the Alliance's crime will be punished with an additional penalty!" Phyllis glanced at the pale Sperger teasingly, and his face gradually became cold. "Take this traitor away!"

Several guards came forward, ignored Sberg's struggling and shouting, punched him, and then took him away from the door of the beer hall in full view of the public.

Alec casually threw a 25 face value chip to Kent as a reward, then waved and left with a few thugs who were helping the scene.

Kent excitedly grabbed the chips.

He nodded and bowed and thanked Alec's back, then looked at the back of Sperger who was being taken away, and cursed happily. "Good job catching the damn traitor!" That voice was particularly conspicuous in the crowd. Because he is the only voice.

Kent couldn't help but panic. He instinctively hid the chips in his hand, looked nervously at the eyes staring at him, and took a step back. "Whatever you are watching me do is for your own good!" You don't want to lose your job because of that despicable guy. "Stop being hypocritical. An angry voice interrupted him.

A young man stepped out of the crowd and stared at him intently.

If you are given a chance, you can go to the ground and lick Mr. Moore's shoes, and you are even willing to taste the feces of his family. You actually have the nerve to say it's for our own good, but you clearly want us all to die so you can do all the work by yourself. "Kent's eyes widened. "You, how dare you call Mr. Moore by his first name?"

The young man looked at him coldly.

"Yes, I said it, and now I will say it again. Go call your Mr. Moore to teach us a lesson. It's best to take us all in to accompany Sberg. It's so cold anyway, and it's no better outside than inside. How much, I just happened to go there to listen to him continue to tell the story. But it's a pity, I guess that gentleman will not pay attention to you. After all, dogs only lick their own owners, and your tongue is much dirtier than a dog. Kent cursed angrily. "You are the one who is dirty! You and your whole family are so bad!"

The bearded man looked at him and shrugged boredly.

"Admit it openly, you just admire the whip in Master Stephen's hand. You don't care about Rudy, you don't care about Du Xi, and you don't care about why Bill lost his job. You have never loved anyone here. You I wish I could hold that whip." Someone in the crowd shouted.

Hey, friend, he has never heard the story of Bol the Awakener. He must be confused by the names you mentioned! The voice responded quickly, and he responded with a smile.

Haha, he doesn't know what Master Stephen's whip is for!" "It doesn't matter, but we all know who this guy is!" They have a common language.

Small time:

Kent's eyes widened, almost bulging. "You're talking nonsense! I, I" He really hadn't read the newspaper.

It was precisely because of this that he felt a trace of panic. This feeling was like being excluded from the team, leaving me alone. That damn Sperger... How dare he, how dare he write himself into his

Kent didn't know that Sperger had never actually written his name, and there was no character like him in his books, but people seemed to know him, as if they were familiar with him, as if they were taking the place of that nuisance and putting him there. His name was written in. The crowd began to move.

Those people seemed to know what they were going to do next, even if no one told them, they made up their minds. Thinking that they were going to team up to pick him up, Kent backed up, his face becoming more and more frightened.

The young man who stood up first suddenly looked at him with pity and raised his right hand.

Kent subconsciously raised his arm to resist, but the young man neither picked him up nor grabbed the chips in his hand, but just patted him on the shoulder.

"Admit it, you actually love neither Mr. Shu'er nor Mr. Weijia. Of course, you have never loved any of us. You only have yourself in your eyes. How can the words "do it for us" be worthy of appearing in your mouth? You want us all to die. You dream of sitting on all of our heads and shitting. It’s a pity that it’s so difficult for you. You were born in a mouse hole. 25 chips can’t make you a master. You have to be a rat in a den with us.

People passed him one after another and tapped him on the shoulder. We don't blame you. 'Come on Kent.

Kent stepped back in fear. His shoulders were covered with motor oil, flour, and some colorful things coming from one hand. The people seemed to be possessed.

While protecting the chips in his hand, he looked at the people walking in the opposite direction to him and shouted in a panic. What are you going to do? Stop it! Are you crazy?" "What are you going to do?"

The young man stopped and looked back at Kent, looking at the coward who wanted to shrink into a ball, and said mockingly. Of course, go and do what Bol should do!" "That guy won't leave the workers in trouble alone!" 'He told us to unite!" Something big happened! Dawn City.

In the Alliance Building, the manager's office, the hurried footsteps interrupted Chu Guang's thoughts, causing him to stop writing in his hand. Standing at the door was the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs appointed by him. A young man named Cheng Yan and Sun Ruicai of the Ministry of Finance were selected from the same batch of young talents.

Shuyu would have been a more suitable candidate for this position, but the alliance needs to put the best diplomats in Ideal City. No one is more suitable to speak on behalf of the alliance at the Supreme Council than that calm young man.

Both are directly responsible for themselves, and Shuyu himself has no objections. He is willing to do anything for the alliance. Like Lu Bei, they are the most loyal young men in the league.

Don't be anxious about anything, take a breath and speak slowly. " Without blaming him, Chu Guang looked at him seriously and said.

"Something happened in Boulder City!" Cheng Yan swallowed and continued hurriedly, "Our embassy sent a message saying that workers in the industrial zone surrounded the guard station and demanded the release of the captured people. Workers, either arrest them together. Chu Guang asked with a frown. "What happened next?" Cheng Yan said with a wry smile.

Later, their prisons were full." There was silence in the office for a while.

Chu Guang had mixed feelings in his heart and sighed. "Is anyone dead?"

"No, but there were a lot of injuries, and because the guards in Boulder City found our newspaper, a letter from our editor to them, and a hundred chips at the home of the arrested person, the Boulder City authorities suspected that we were responsible. Ghost." Cheng Yan glanced at Chu Guang cautiously, "Our editor-in-chief mentioned you in his letter and I want to confirm it. Is it true?" "I asked him to mention it." "That's it. , then I understand"

Cheng Yan nodded immediately. There was a knowing expression on his face. If it is the manager's plan, then it will be fine.

He had no doubt that the manager was right. He only had one thing to worry about, and that was the editor-in-chief of the Survivor Daily getting his word out. Chu Guang could guess by looking at the expression on his face that this guy was definitely thinking wrong, so he couldn't help laughing.

"It's true that this matter has nothing to do with us, but it's definitely not what you think. Even if I tell them that this is what I did, will they believe it?"

Cheng Yan smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know about this, but it's actually not that serious. I feel like they don't intend to make this matter a big deal. They just warned us not to try to hinder them with small tricks." Chu Guang: "Then" Cheng Yan shook his head. Shake his head.

there is none left. "Gone

Chu Guang couldn't help but snorted.

Seeing how anxious you were, I thought he had closed our embassy.

In that case, he can be regarded as a man who respects those nobles.

Like that guy Yard, he dared to bring a gun to the alliance's headquarters to ask for an explanation. He turned a blind eye and didn't care. Instead, he admired the guy's eyes and the people of the Honey Badger Kingdom were willing to support that guy. , not without reason.

But when he thought of this, Chu Guang was puzzled. It stands to reason that the folk customs in the River Valley Province are tough, and the most indispensable thing is the wastelanders who show off their fierceness. How come they have reached the level of the landlord? From Old Leech to Old Brown, everyone is more powerful than the other. Legs are weak. Cheng Yan coughed dryly and said.

That shouldn't be the case. They may also be worried that you won't pay back the money and won't do anything because of a small thing. "This is not a small thing. As the trigger of the crisis, this is already very serious." "

Chu Guang sighed, glanced at the draft paper on the table, and crossed out what he had just written, because those gentle measures would definitely be out of date.

To be honest, everything went smoothly after the celebration, and there were even signs of economic recovery in Boulder City. He was a little relieved, thinking that he should be able to survive the wave of spring next year, but he did not expect that such a thing would happen. .

He didn't want to guess the conspiracy behind it.

Not everything must have a well-thought-out origin. History itself moves forward amid countless coincidences. However

Maybe it happened because some guy who smoked without stepping on his cigarette butt happened to throw the cigarette butt into a trash can filled with gunpowder. Chu Guang suddenly remembered something.

Speaking of which, why did those workers suddenly surround the guard station? "When the manager suddenly asked, Cheng Yan was stunned for a moment, frowned and thought for a moment before saying.

I heard from the person in charge of the embassy there that it seemed that the owner of a food processing factory bribed the guards there and arrested the man who read the newspaper in the workers' union every day. "

Chu Guang: Good guy.

After roughly clarifying the cause and effect relationship of the matter, Chu Guang felt quite complicated.

He installed the accelerator for Boulder City, and he stepped on the accelerator for the first time, but he really didn't expect that this thing would get out of control at the beginning. His players were all talented players, so they immediately went up and kicked him. The NPCs in the alliance didn't hold back, and followed closely to hit him.

But the gentlemen in the inner city didn't think it was fast enough. Not only did they do it a few times, but they even welded the car door shut. It's probably not just the alliance, but also other forces that were behind this to add fuel to the fire. R Moore may be the most sober person and one of the few "good" people who is willing to benefit the residents of the outer city, at least relative to his shareholders. But it was too late for him to stop him, so he could only use the method he gave him to drink poison to quench his thirst. The irony is that the person who stepped on the accelerator first is now the one who wants to hit the brakes the most.

"I hope I can survive this winter at least," Chu Guang pressed his eyebrows and sighed, "otherwise the spring wave will be a big problem. Cheng Yan was slightly stunned.

, due to work needs, he has conducted serious investigations, and with the help of the embassy, ​​he collected some history that the nobles of Boulder City themselves may not take seriously.

In the less than two centuries of history of Boulder City, similar things have actually happened, and in the end they were settled by those gentlemen. Otherwise, the city lord there would have been replaced long ago. .No surprise, it should be the same this time. He muttered softly.

It's not that serious. Thank you to the leader of the "Thousand Changes of Reincarnation" and the Silver Alliance for the reward!! The boss is awesome!!

In addition, I would like to say a few words. This book will cover a little bit about military, economy, chemistry, industry, infrastructure, technology, farming, joyful daily life, and player adventures. Each settlement and refuge has a different ending. If there are two identical 79s, there will not be two identical Boulder City. Jinchuan Province will not even change the map by painting the map of Luoxia Province with green paint. It’s a complete story. After all, it’s not a short video. If you like a beautiful girl, I will only recommend beautiful girls to you next time. And why do some people always insist on connecting the wasteland with reality? Is it a dimensional thing? Even if it is said that this is the winter home of the Ice and Steam Age, I think it is more reliable than talking about something specious.