bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 215 Beginner's Guide
Naturally, Han Dongwen's arrangement was not casual.

Whether it is to ask the National Military Division to take the initiative to attack, or to ask the National Finance Division to print coupons, these two things need to be extremely cautious, and must not be done casually.

Naturally, Tan Taifu and Wen Shutong wouldn't just do it based on Han Dongwen's words.

Among the three who received the order, only Jiang Ningyun had the lightest burden - His Highness ordered her to pick up a stranger, that's all.

Let me ask, if the leader ordered his subordinates to serve three or four hard dishes in Moutai if aliens appeared tomorrow, how would the subordinates respond?

"So stupid, alien?"

still is
"receive"?
This subordinate would probably only think that the leader is sick, but he agreed verbally.

Because of this, Jiang Ningyun can now watch the jokes of the other two with a calm mind.

But that's exactly what Han Dongwen hoped for.

In terms of time, the work entrusted to Jiang Ningyun can be confirmed as soon as possible.

As long as the alien comes, these three big figures with their own ulterior motives will be able to see that their orders are not nonsense, but are really possible.

After the Judiciary saw the arrival of the aliens, the National Military Division naturally began to weigh how to deal with it on the border battlefield.

And when the National Army Division really realized that the West Asian Church had banned the Grand Duke, the credibility of what Han Dongwen said would naturally increase to a higher level.

It is impossible to win the trust of the three divisions at the same time.

Sure enough, as soon as the three of them left the palace gate, before they had taken a few more steps, several judicial officers and soldiers hurried up and half-kneeled in front of Jiang Ningyun.

"What's the matter?"

She frowned slightly, slightly puzzled.

An officer and soldier looked up at the other two chiefs, got up and moved closer to Jiang Ningyun, and said something anxiously and in a low voice.

Jiang Ningyun was stunned for a moment, and said, "He who fell from the sky?"

Wen Shutong and Tantaifu looked at each other, and at the same time turned to Jiang Ningyun.

"Exactly!"

Seeing that Jiang Ningyun didn't mean to hide it, the officer and soldier of the judicial department folded his hands and lowered his head to report loudly:
"Many people around Siyang reported that although these people spoke the same language, they were uneducated. The people called it——"

"The stranger..."

Jiang Ningyun didn't close his mouth for a while, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Tantaifu and Wenshutong.

Is there really a stranger?

"Master Tantai."

Jiang Ningyun thought for a while, took a deep breath, looked at Tantai and said: "It seems that the Judiciary still has important work tonight, and Mr. Wen and I may not be able to talk with you any more. Please forgive me."

The disdainful and contemptuous expression on Tantaifu's face finally became serious. He looked at Jiang Ningyun and nodded slowly:
"Please, Mr. Jiang, Mr. Wen, if there is a place where the military division can help, our division will definitely help."

Accompanied by a group of judicial officers and soldiers to open the way, Jiang Ningyun and Manjusri quickly ran towards Dingfa Pavilion in the dark.

Tantaifu stood at the same spot, and the officers and soldiers of the national army who greeted him were also waiting at the side, waiting for his chief commander to leave before he could follow.

"Strange person..."

Tan Taifu raised his hand and gently rubbed the bridge of his nose.

This definitely does not mean that Han Dongwen is not a prophet, but it definitely means that Han Dongwen has a news channel faster than them.

He flicked his sleeves and turned around, striding towards the horse brought by his subordinates—not to mention that it was not allowed to get up the sedan chair at night, even in the clear sky and broad daylight, Tan Taifu was by no means a person who was used to riding a sedan chair.

"Master Chief, are you going back home?"

The two soldiers in front of the horse turned their heads and asked for instructions.

Tan Taifu's eyes still turned to the direction where Jiang Ningyun disappeared, pondered for a moment, his eyes flickered like lightning.

"Go to the wound."

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Han Dongwen had already returned to the bedroom, ordered someone to make tea, and made it a little later. Right now, he was leaning comfortably on the chair in the study, with his legs up, holding the Xuanji plate and looking at it vigorously.

What he looked at was the players, mainly, the players of Simeng.

Players are really a group that people love and hate.

When playing games before, he never thought about such a problem.

The NPC at the entrance of the village asks the player to kill the wild wolves, and one will pay five yuan. After killing ten, the villagers will pay the player 50 yuan, and the task is completed. There seems to be nothing wrong with this.

But now, he is standing in the position of NPC.

A thousand players suddenly jumped out of the village, not to mention whether there are so many wolves to tell them to kill, a thousand players will be paid 5 yuan, can the villagers afford it?

There are tens of thousands of players jumping up and down in Simeng. Can the treasury and the people afford them?
If you can't afford it, there will be no work assigned to the player, that is, the player has no rewards and no events.

Then the players will be lost, and even worse, the players will go to other countries.

Therefore, players must not be placed in the position of "predators" in traditional games. Locusts generally reap the jobs and revenue of their country, and then slap their ass and leave.

On the contrary, we must use the fastest speed to embed this group of outstanding labor forces out of nothing into the society.

Pay them and let them produce!
Let them spend and recycle the currency!

If there is no place to spend, the player's package will eventually become thousands of gold coins like in the xx world, which is common to players, but to the NPC world, it can be said to be a catastrophe.

If it wasn't for him being able to understand in advance what kind of "foreigner" is, I am afraid that Simeng will not realize such a problem until the economy is about to shrink and collapse.

So, where can consumption be produced?
And what kind of place can bind players with the status of fundamental needs, allowing them to delve into it day after day?
The answer remains the same, that is to become stronger.

Just as the ultimate goal of playing games is to gain happiness through numerical increases, so whether it is combat or production, what players pursue is to become stronger.

This is an eternal truth of multiplayer games, and in most cases, it works.

If you want to become stronger, then I will directly pull you into the major sects. Compared with the harsh training conditions in other regions, I will clearly put the path of growth in front of you!
On the Xuanji board, a large number of players excitedly exchanged their experiences, and the players who couldn't create an account seemed to be looking forward to plum blossoms and quenching their thirst, throwing out all kinds of questions.

Players who were born in the wilderness fought wits and bravery with wild beasts, feeling the realism and delicacy of the action system.

Players who were born near the suburbs were even more surprised by the strong humanistic atmosphere between the buildings and layouts in front of them. They took screenshots and videos, and released the prosperity of such "inhabited areas" in the city, inspiring players in the wilderness to go to the city as soon as possible to quench their thirst. direction.

But in Simeng, players who were lucky enough to be born in an inhabited area soon encountered the first batch of bad luck.

"Pa-ta-pa-ta-pa-ta-"

The sound of horseshoes resounded through the streets and alleys like raindrops, and the blue-armored officers and soldiers held high torches on horseback and ran back and forth in the night, almost illuminating the whole city into a bright white night.

"Everyone who enters the city must register!"

"The code of laws and rituals must never be violated, supervised by the judiciary, and there is no amnesty for resisting the law!"

Siyang's judicial officers and soldiers were the first to receive an inexplicable order from the general director to treat this group of strangers as disaster victims and outsiders, and began to guide them, clarifying what the law can and cannot do.

With novel eyes, the players obediently followed the instructions of the mission guide, queued up, entered the city, and registered.

In the live broadcast room outside Simeng, someone was born in the shallows of Blood Harbor, and broke into the harbor after a battle of wits and courage, but found himself like a headless fly, ignored by no one.

Someone was born on the outskirts of Olimar, and was beaten to death as a robber when the local residents panicked. Under the shocked eyes of the NPC, his body disappeared and he was forced to go offline.

Some people fell into despair in the snowfields of West Asia, and some people rushed into the Christian manor and were punched out.

As for Si Meng Nei, although it will take time for the order to be issued, it is not an instant thing for players to enter the city in batches. Even if they are in a panic, they are always orderly.

Next, the law department should naturally introduce this group of players into the national sect. I am afraid that when other countries finally figure out what is going on with these aliens, the process of Simeng's novice village has already been established.

Han Dongwen took a mouthful of chicken soup wonton, and smacked his lips in satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)