This Game Is Too Realistic

"Good morning, dear audience friends, I am your dear House! Before interrupting the news, please allow me to offer our highest respect to our great city!"

"Today's Qingquan City is still calm. Out of fear of us, the group of primitive people with python tattoos on their faces began to flee! What a pity. If they come to us, I would like to interview these mindless people. What do you think about... going south?"

"It's not just the predators who are shocked by our majestic military power, but also our neighbors to the north. Those guys who were busy in the wave have recently been beaten with the minions in the north and are now hiding in the water. Wound."

"What a bunch of pathetic people, tsk tsk. But recently, their brains finally opened up, and they sent their castle guard - that is, the castle guard from Dawn City, to our city hall to negotiate with us."

"It seems they finally realized that in the wasteland, the only way to survive is to rely on the strong!"

On the bar of an unknown tavern, there was an old radio, and the dusty speaker made an exciting sound.

"The Voice of Boulder City" will always be the favorite program of the citizens of Boulder City. After all, there are only a few signals that can be heard in the wasteland.

The channel plays pre-war classical music 24 hours a day, and occasionally inserts one or two of Mr. House's anecdotes or "How to Get Rich", which not only satisfies the citizens' need for fun, but also provides entertainment for those who love to daydream. Guys provide fodder for imagination.

And——

Not everyone is happy with the high-pitched drake voice.

Especially people whose lives are unsatisfactory.

"Can't this bastard keep his mouth shut?"

After taking a sip of beer that was lighter than water, the man in a brown leather jacket muttered, the corners of his unshaven mouth twitching with anger.

His name is Sberg.

Boulder City, this is an insignificant name.

Mr. Sberg's job was as insignificant as his name, he was just an ordinary cannery worker.

As for why I'm sitting here drinking at this hour...

The reason is because he is about to start his career.

In Boulder City, canned food is not a popular product. The dignitaries will not eat it, and ordinary residents cannot afford it.

Only some large caravans and mercenary groups will purchase canned food to improve their food and boost the morale of their teams.

For those mercenaries who work alone, they are more willing to take on some daily jobs that are close to each other. They can go out for two or three days to get enough dry food to deal with them. Although their spending power is not bad, they are more willing to spend their money on wine and women.

Since the profit margins are not high and the volume cannot increase, a group of food processing giants including Weijia Commercial Group do not look down upon this business at all.

There are only two small factories in the entire Boulder City that produce canned food, and the only two varieties they sell are double-headed beef and hyena meat.

And...

Recently, "instant noodles" and "ham sausage" suddenly appeared on the shelves of stores in Boulder City.

As the name suggests, the former is a kind of noodles that has been fried and sold in paper cups. You can eat it by tearing off the lid of the cup and soaking it in boiling water for five minutes, or you can eat it directly without boiling the water.

I don’t know what kind of meat the latter is. It tastes like it’s filled with starch. Maybe it’s because a lot of salt is added, but it’s surprisingly delicious?

In short, Sberg had never seen such strange food before, and he didn't even think that it must have been made by their next door neighbor.

Ever since instant noodles and ham sausages came to Boulder City, their cans have been completely unsaleable. When their bosses finally realized the seriousness of the problem, the cannery was on the verge of closing.

The boss gave all the workers a holiday and asked them to wait for notification.

Sperger knew very well that although it was a vacation in name, it was actually no different from a dismissal.

It was only a matter of time before the cannery closed down, and that fat-headed guy would definitely sell it without hesitation while the equipment could still be sold for some money.

Now there are only two options left in front of Sberg.

Either become a mercenary or caravan guard, or try your luck in the northern suburbs.

The threat from the north has just been lifted recently, and the trade route to the northern part of the River Valley Province has been restored. All major caravans and mercenary groups are recruiting people. No experience is required, as long as you can carry a gun, you can join.

As for the northern suburbs, the demand for jobs there seems to have always been strong, but I heard that they were given their own "silver coins" instead of chips?

But no matter which option he chose, it was difficult for Sberg to make up his mind.

After all, no matter how poor he is, he still has a house in Boulder City that can protect him from wind and rain.

And once you leave the giant wall, it means entering that barbaric world of cannibalism.

He had heard from the radio that there were no law-abiding people outside the giant wall. Those uncivilized barbarians would capture the Wenzi people and throw them into the oil pan.

When he thought of this, he was so scared that he couldn't sleep all night.

This is terrible!

…

It's not just small characters like Sberg who are worried about the future of Boulder.

Ever since he heard that the Boulder City City Hall would sign a "Friendly Cooperation Agreement" with the Alliance, Weijia slept all night long.

He didn't care what rifles or cans were on the shelves of the Boulder City store, but the existence of Didiwei Nutrient Cream had seriously threatened Weijia Commercial's business.

That low price has even broken his cost line.

It is no exaggeration to say that he closed the factory directly, imported nutritional creams from the northern suburbs and sold them to the south, earning more than what he currently produces himself!

This is simply too exaggerated!

Are those country bumpkins opening factories for charity?

"Those guys in the city hall are just a bunch of pigs! No... just saying they are pigs is an understatement!"

In a magnificent room.

Weijia, who was sitting at the long table, couldn't help but curse Yu.

This is the reception room of Weijia Commercial Building, and the people sitting here at the moment are all the bosses of major commercial businesses.

Although everyone is a person of status, image is not considered here.

Because everyone is unhappy with the results produced by the city hall.

"The funniest thing is... these pigs actually had the nerve to show off with their so-called friendly agreement, thinking they had done something great." The man in a high-collared shirt had a look on his face. of anger.

His name is Jonah, and he runs the largest cotton spinning mill in Boulder City. The cotton cloth, cotton clothes and shirts he produces not only occupy more than 60% of the market share in Boulder City, but are also sold to Jinchuan and Luoxia provinces.

Starting from the beginning of the year, the group of hillbillies in the northern suburbs also began to produce cotton cloth and clothing.

He didn't worry about it at first. After all, one or two small workshops were not worth his worries.

It didn't take long for him to realize how wrong he was.

In just half a year, the clothing produced by the alliance first occupied the bars in Boulder City, and then used the bars to conquer the mercenaries who were willing to spend money, and then captured the entire outer city.

They produce strong and durable gun bags, bulletproof vests and backpacks, as well as less durable jackets and clothing.

There are also those long socks that can be worn as pants... He seems to remember that they are called black silk?

Of course, it is not necessarily black, there are also white and other colors, and even transparent ones.

It’s not even just socks.

How on earth did these crooked guys come up with these immoral things.

Jonah was annoyed.

What particularly annoyed him was that although his reason told him that that thing was the culprit of shrinking his wallet, he just couldn't control his eyes and hands.

Another owner of a liquor business said in annoyance.

"And that Nuka-Cola... Ever since that thing appeared, our distillery's orders have plummeted by 10%! It's crazy! What's so good about sugar water!"

As several big guys spoke one after another, the chatter box on the conference table completely opened up.

Everyone complained indignantly.

"They have been plundering our trade for half a year, and the guys in the city hall have done nothing!"

"I really don't understand. We have artillery, aircraft, power armor, thousands of mercenaries and tens of thousands of reservists. Why should we talk to them?"

"Even if we don't dispatch the militia, we just throw some chips out, and we can easily crush those grasshoppers!"

Looking at the boiling noise in front of the conference table, Weijia's face was expressionless.

Originally, he organized today's meeting to call everyone together to discuss countermeasures, but unexpectedly, it turned into a complaint meeting.

Everyone is venting their grievances over the past six months, but no one can come up with specific countermeasures.

But he didn't stop everyone.

Sometimes emotions are also a weapon.

After brewing his emotions for a moment, Weijia put his hands on the table and slowly stood up from the chair.

After looking around at everyone, he spoke.

"I always couldn't figure out how they kept the cost so low."

After hearing this, everyone sitting at the conference table fell silent.

After a pause, Weijia continued.

"Especially when I asked someone about it, the Alliance requires that workers in all factories work a maximum of 12 hours a day, and the minimum hourly wage is 1 silver coin. If they work for 12 hours, they will have to pay at least 12 silver coins a day, which is converted into chips. It’s got to be 6! That’s almost three times what we pay the workers!”

"There is a problem with this statement. It is impossible for ordinary people to exchange silver coins for chips at will. They can only exchange chips for silver coins."

A factory worker looked dissatisfied.

It's as if he's stingy.

To be fair, he had obviously already filled those people's stomachs. Not only did he not put shackles on them, he even paid them wages.

Isn't this kind enough?

If the electricity and maintenance fees weren't so cheap, he would have replaced the people on the assembly line with imitation people who are both capable and good at work!

Another person also nodded and said.

"I've also heard that they have a saying that they force foreign currency settlement? Export profits will be settled in the local currency, that is, those silver coins. Only when it is needed, can it be exchanged for foreign currency at the bank. "

"Isn't this too confusing!?"

"No wonder... I had a friend who set up a factory there before and complained to me, saying that setting up a factory there was really a scam and that I couldn't make much money at all. He told me not to come."

Everyone was talking about it.

But at this moment, Weijia interrupted their conversation.

"...That's what I say, but the money is definitely real, right?"

Everyone fell silent.

Looking at the silent crowd, he continued.

"If those silver coins are really waste paper, I believe no matter how much they give me, people won't be willing to take them, and the factories will definitely run away."

Hearing this, the people sitting around him all fell silent and looked at Weijia a little unclearly, wondering why he wanted to speak for the alliance.

At this time, shouldn't everyone scold those cunning blue gophers together?

Talking so much nonsense proves that they are not exploiting people, and that silver coins are not waste paper. Does that mean our business capabilities are insufficient?

Who are you looking down on?

Seeing that the time was almost up, Weijia continued.

"Later I found out what the problem was."

"According to the research of our salesman, when setting up a factory in the alliance, capital expenditures can be deducted from taxes. I specially calculated an account. As long as the operating efficiency per unit time is guaranteed, although the capital costs will increase, the actual cost will increase. The expenses will be lower.”

This is equivalent to giving part of the fiscal revenue from the factory to people in the form of tax rebates.

Due to the increase in the consumption power of ordinary people, the light industry in the alliance is like a sponge that absorbs water.

And those blue coats who run factories are even more outrageous. They seem to be using a completely different system.

Because of the language barrier and the differences in customs, he still doesn't understand it.

But this is not the point.

The real point is, these people are playing dirty tricks!

After a pause, Weijia put on an angry expression on his face and gradually raised his voice.

"Not only that, they also played tricks on the exchange rate, forcing the exchange rate of silver coins and chips to be set at 2:1. This is not competition at all. Our consumer products cannot enter their market at all!"

"As you can see, our factory cannot compete with them, not because we are not hardworking enough, nor because our production methods are backward, but on the contrary, we are too honest and our opponents are too cunning! "

"They used evil means to snatch the chips from our hands and watched our factory go bankrupt. Then they scattered a lot of chips and robbed us of the wealth we had accumulated over two centuries!"

"From the beginning, we were not competing on a fair stage, but fell into their trap!"

After hearing these words, many people had expressions of enlightenment on their faces, as if they were waking up from a dream.

In fact, we can't blame them for not expecting it. The key is that they have never encountered such a thing before.

An ideal city?

The things there are indeed good enough, but there are too few that can reach the southern part of the River Valley Province. One or two rare items do not pose any threat at all, and the other party does not think highly of the things in their hands.

Before the emergence of the Alliance, they were the only ones engaged in business in the entire southern part of the Valley. As for survivors' settlements such as Beit Street and Brown Farm, they were not even rivals in front of them. Leek seedlings.

As for the farms in the south, they were just being plundered and pitted against them by their factories.

And now, a catfish sneaked into the clear pond at some point.

They vaguely felt something was wrong. They felt that the warm pool suddenly became a little cold, and they felt that their whole body was unable to exert any strength.

A factory that couldn't see any advantages, relying on hand-made equipment and the people they eliminated, produced a lot of cheap and easy-to-use "substitutes" and took away the original products from them. Belongs to their market.

It wasn't until they heard Weijia's words that they suddenly reacted.

Good guy!

The other party relied on these "little cleverness" to keep them busy for half a year!

Now the city hall is smart enough to sign some kind of friendly cooperation agreement, talk about expanding the scale of trade and strengthening people-to-people exchanges, and it seems that they are going to be sold. They haven't come to their senses yet.

Of course, that was before, and now they have realized the problem.

How can you bear this? !

Everyone at the conference table could no longer sit still.

Jonah, who had been silent since then, stood up and punched the table angrily.

"We must make this clear to Dulong!"

"Either reduce taxes in the industrial area, or tax goods in the alliance!"

"It's not just the taxes! It's the exchange rate!"

Weijia continued while the iron was hot.

"In addition to taxes and exchange rates, we also need to expand the prohibited list and stipulate what they can and cannot buy! How to buy the things they can buy!"

“If it’s not our interest for our city hall to protect it, then what use do we need it?”

"We should unite! Those guys who are full of garbage are putting pressure on us! If our director doesn't respond to our demands——"

He prolonged his tone, glanced around at the allies present, and continued in a sonorous and powerful voice.

"We will give our employees a holiday!"

The words fell loudly.

The voices supporting him are like a surging tide.

"support!"

“Strong support!”

"Count me in!"

Looking at the crowd filled with indignation, Weijia had a confident smile on her face.

He didn't believe it.

He won't mess with this signing!

…

Qingquan City, on the edge of the North Fourth Ring Road.

In the urban area where ruins were strewn, a man was walking slowly along the cracked concrete road.

Soldiers wearing exoskeletons were scattered around, carefully watching the surrounding shadows.

It is already summer, and water accumulates in the lush vegetation and ruins, making the situation in the city extremely complicated.

The seasonal change system of "Wasteland Online" is as real as ever, but this seems to be basic for various 3A masterpieces.

"I always have an ominous feeling..." Looking around, he held the rifle in his hand.

The old man walking aside made a joke.

"How come you've become aware of this?"

Fang Chang rolled his eyes.

"What does this have to do with perception? Do you think it's reasonable not to reveal anything about such an important task?"

"That makes sense," Lao Ji nodded thoughtfully, "But in other words, without that boy Ye Shi, it feels like something is missing."

It's not just that Night Ten isn't here.

The strong wind and quitting smoking were not there, and I felt that a lot of fun was missing in an instant.

Thinking of this, Lao Yi couldn't help but have a strange expression on his face.

If this wasn't a game, those three guys might never come back...

At this moment, the voice of his teammates came from the communication channel. It was the investigation team he sent to explore the road ahead.

"...500 meters ahead, unidentified armed forces were found, numbering about ten or so. The weapons were automatic rifles and other light weapons. A heavy machine gun was found."

At this moment, Lao Yi's footsteps suddenly stopped, and his eyes gradually became sharp.

Noticing the change in the expression on Lao Dong's face, Fang Changhe cast a questioning gaze.

"Is there a situation?"

Holding his fist and making a gesture, Lao Yi neatly loaded the rifle in his hand.

"Come to life."

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(I finished hanging the last bag of water today, and there will be no need to go to the hospital tomorrow T.T)