This Game Is Too Realistic

Night Queen Bar.

Recently, the opening hours here are getting earlier and earlier, especially for those VIP customers who spend a lot of money, and they are open around the clock.

But what makes the guests a little disappointed is that the devil's silk artwork seems to have disappeared from this bar recently, and the ones replaced are all nylon imitations.

Although this has become more convenient in a sense, people still feel that something is missing.

After all, humans are not animals. Apart from those things, there are still some spiritual pursuits. This work of art, woven from indestructible devil's silk, can make your vulgar dance moves less vulgar.

What can arouse people's desire to conquer more than rejection?

People complained that the thing was too strong, but they were more willing to spend money on it.

Regarding the matter of "banning the devil's silk weaving art", Luo Bo, the owner of Night Queen Bar, was very determined.

Even if he is the first to taste the sweetness.

It doesn't matter if the sub-magazine of "Daily Survivor" teases his girl. Anyway, neither he nor they have any respect for face, just chips. But that guy dares to tease the aristocratic grandpa from the inner city casually. He simply doesn't want to live anymore. !

He didn't want to get blood splattered on him...

At this moment, in the box that best demonstrates your identity.

Several young men with oily hair and pink faces were leaning on the soft sofa, hugging a group of disheveled beauties on the left and right.

From the belts they threw aside carelessly, it could be seen that they were worth a lot of money - they were the skins of Death Claws.

And it’s still the death claw of age.

Indulging in the gentle countryside surrounding him, Ji Xiu narrowed his eyes comfortably, and after a dull shiver, he smacked his lips and smiled.

"Still happy in Boulder City."

Over there, he has to solve it by himself every time, but here he doesn’t even need to move, he understands everything with just one look.

Extremely gentle and considerate...

The young man sitting opposite him asked with curiosity on his face.

"Aren't there many androids in Utopia?"

His name was Kumit and he was Sid's son.

As for Sid, he was a well-known noble in the inner city. Whether it was Weijia Merchant or Boulder City Bank, he had shares. For a person like him, the chips were just a number.

Logically speaking, his father's status is higher than that of Jixiu's father, and Jixiu should be his follower. However, Kumit admires this guy in front of him very much and is willing to lower his status and let him sit as the "big brother". position.

Because this guy always has countless clever ideas, and every time they feel bored, he can lead a group of them to come up with new things.

It's just that that time a year ago, they did go a little too far.

The girl was about the same age as his sister, but it was a blessing that he could come up with that idea. After the incident was revealed, the blind old man refused to accept their chips, and kept pestering them with tears and snot, asking them to take responsibility... But how could he be responsible?

Could it be that they drew lots to select someone to marry that girl home? Then their dad will not only piss them off but also beat them to death!

They had no choice but to let that family disappear.

It's a pity that this matter was not handled well, and the fire accidentally set fire to the surrounding houses, making the city defense chief furious. It was precisely because of that incident that his father gave Jixiu to outside merchants and took him to the distant Ideal City to escape the limelight. They were also criticized by their families and sentenced to several days of confinement and reflection.

Kumit thought he would never see this good brother again, but he didn't expect that the company suddenly opened flights to Qingquan City.

His good brothers also had no hope of him, so they immediately came back to reunite with them.

Ji Xiu curled his lips in disdain.

"How can it be possible for androids to understand people better than humans...and can you guys make some progress? It's vulgar to still worry about that thing every day after so long!"

Kumit said with a playful smile.

"We don't have any other entertainment here. You kid is so elegant, tell me about some interesting ways to play on the east coast."

Others also started to make noises.

"that is!"

"You should just talk about it."

All the friends looked expectantly at this good friend who had returned from afar, hoping that he could talk more about the East Coast.

Although most of their parents are high-class people in the inner city, not all of them have the opportunity to send their children to the ideal city.

Three thousand kilometers is too far.

The power in their hands becomes less valuable the farther away from Boulder City they are.

Unless they are the most trusted and powerful merchants, no one dares to entrust their own flesh and blood to them.

In the wasteland outside the giant wall, it only takes a small accident to send people away, especially in a place where chips are not circulating and human life is thinner than paper.

To be honest, even if they have the opportunity to go to Ideal City, they actually don't really want to stay there for a few years.

But this does not prevent them from hearing stories from people who have been there.

Moreover, the personal experience of a good friend is more reliable than the words of those businessmen who don’t know whether you have actually been there...

Enjoying the star-studded gaze, Ji Xiu unconsciously had a sense of superiority in his eyes and spoke slowly.

"The ideal city...is actually not as good as you think."

Kumit looked at him in disbelief.

"But it's better than Boulder City, right?"

"You're overthinking," Ji Xiu shook his head. "There are a lot of rules and regulations there. What can't be done and what can be done are all clearly written. There is no room for accommodation at all."

Actually, maybe there is.

It's just that his level is not at the level where the council can be accommodating, and he doesn't know where he can be accommodating.

Kumit still had an unbelieving expression on his face and continued to question Yu.

"What about the nobles in the inner city over there? They should have a better life, right?"

Ji Xiu said it with neither salt nor coldness.

"That's for sure, but it seems to me that those people have little vision, and can even be said to be short-sighted. Maybe the real big shots have some objections. I heard that they are more secretive and conservative in their work... But other than that, in fact, It’s no different from us. That’s why the life there is boring, otherwise why would they run outside the city?”

To him, it was a wasteland in another sense—a spiritual wasteland.

He can only live in a 40-square-meter kennel, carrying a neural connection device and communicating with the garbage on the endpoint cloud through the air... That is the most economical and trouble-free way of entertainment. At least he does not have to worry about inexplicable violations and being caught. Locked up and forced to watch movies, or thrown out by guards.

The rules there are ridiculously complicated, but you can imagine how inefficient it is, which is unimaginable in this Boulder City.

Enjoying the adoring gazes of the rustics, Jixiu took a bite of the grapes fed by the beauty and lazily commented on his hometown.

"But... the changes here have been quite big. It used to take at least two days to walk from here (the northern suburbs), but now it doesn't take even one day."

Kumit said with a smile.

"That's true. Those nosy guys in the northern suburbs fight with predators every day. Almost all the predators in the north have gone south to hide."

Another little fat man also said excitedly.

"I also heard that there has been a lot of construction work there recently, and the road under the elevated road out of the city has been renovated!"

A certain tall man said with bright eyes.

"I know! My father invested a lot of money!"

Ji Xiu curled his lips.

"How much money can you make from selling those steel bars and cement... By the way, aren't you interested in real profitable business?"

Kumit's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Do you have connections?"

"It's more than just a way."

Ji Xiu smiled mysteriously, looked at a group of good buddies with fiery eyes, and waved to them to come closer.

He cleared his throat and lowered his voice.

"...I have a project here that can make a lot of money."

"You don't have to do anything, you can make money by just lying down!"

…

A certain mansion in Dawn City.

Sitting in the study room, Liszt played with the black key card in his hand, glanced at the clock on the wall, and said hello out of boredom.

He was starting to feel a little bored.

For this "black card", he spent a lot of money to smoothen the relationship. He spent at least several million. Finally, with the help of a few nobles, he managed to get a down-and-out person at the cost of a large "resettlement fee". The poor nobles invited them out decently and took the land for the new rich in the inner city.

There, the dignity and elegance of the nobles are more important than anything else, but the identity of the nobles is not so mysterious.

As long as the Boulder Building has a single room, no matter how small, it can be regarded as a member of the inner city aristocracy and enjoy the right to vote on major decisions.

As for how to own it, it depends on whether you know how to be a good person. This is not something that is put on the market with a clear price tag.

Most nobles do not actually live in that huge stone building. The number on the key card symbolizes status and power. In addition to the pre-war Megalithic Building, there is a circle of buildings built later, which can be considered the scope of the inner city.

The living conditions in those places will be much better.

In addition, if a nobleman lives in the small room listed on the door card every day, it basically means that he is not far from bankruptcy.

People will tacitly agree that he intends to sell the power in his hands for a good price, and will help him find a trading partner very considerately.

For example, the nobleman he replaced is an example.

That guy lives at the bottom of the building, has no children, and has no skills. He is like a fat pig in captivity, looking forward to selling the key card in his hand day and night "without offending himself, "Don't offend the neighbors" for a good price, and then go outside with the chips to start over.

If the entire Boulder City is compared to a large casino, then buying a door card with "gambling money" will undoubtedly mean going ashore.

It was precisely because of this that he took out that huge sum of money at all costs.

Not only because of this status, other nobles in the inner city cannot use methods outside the rules to mess with him, but also because he has ambitions far beyond ordinary people - he plans to rely on his excellent business acumen and his Power, change Boulder City and even the entire River Valley Province, and build a huge business empire!

If he could enter the core power circle of Boulder City and form some like-minded partners, his plan would go much smoother.

Not long after he entered this circle, he quickly became disillusioned.

There are no like-minded partners there, not even a moderately qualified person.

Those guys are like a bunch of inbred pigs.

There is not a shred of wisdom that humans should have in their minds, or in other words, they have spent all their brains on internal friction between each other.

Even slaves know that a shovel can dig soil faster than hands. Occasionally, they will buy some wood-burning generators and tractors from merchants like him to update their production equipment, and help those pigs who have been raised in a tricky way. , but he wanted to remove all the hoof nails from the cows and horses and eat them, and proudly called them credit.

How can such a thing be better than the old mayor of Bate Street and the farm boy of Brown Farm?

Liszt thought about it for several nights but couldn't figure it out.

In the end, we can only draw one conclusion——

They do have a good dad.

Those survivors who have the courage to stand outside their shelters and face the fallout and the never-ending winter are truly heroes.

Not only did they withstand the despair of falling from Utopia to the abyss, they even finished things in advance for the descendants of those who were idle and idle.

This is also the most inappropriate thing to do.

They created a "beautiful world like a fairy tale" for the children, so that the wasteland was over in the eyes of the nobles two hundred years later.

In fact, this understanding is correct.

Their wasteland has ended long ago...

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the study, and his most capable subordinate, Han Long, opened the door and walked in from the outside.

"First of all, the manager is here."

Liszt threw the black card aside and looked at him immediately.

"Invite him in quickly."

"Yes." Han Long nodded slightly, swung his electronic prosthetic eyes left and right, turned around and walked out of Liszt's study.

Not long after, Chu Guang opened the door and walked in from the outside with a smile.

"Your house is really big."

He didn't bring any guards, and he was still wearing the power armor. Liszt had long been accustomed to this, and even replaced all his sofas with iron cores for this reason, fearing that there would be no place to entertain him.

"You should live in a bigger one. I happen to have a new house that I can't live in temporarily, or else——"

"The environment in the shelter is pretty good."

"But I see that your residents are quite happy to build beautiful houses, aren't they?" Liszt smiled and persuaded you, "The shelter is too crowded after all. Even if you don't want to, you can't wrong the future managers. Madam and future heir of the alliance."

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

"We've known each other for so long, don't you still understand me?"

Liszt was silent for a moment, sighed softly, completely gave up the unrealistic idea, and leaned back on the chair.

"To be honest, the longer I know you, the less I know about you... Occasionally, I even feel scared when I'm in front of you."

"Did I do anything to scare you?"

"no."

Seeing him not speaking, Chu Guang vaguely guessed something, then smiled and said something pointedly.

"Old Brown is still running his farm. He accepted our transformation, freed the slaves at home, and disbanded the armed forces. The past things were wiped out, and we allowed him to continue to live on his land as a Union citizen. . The person who did this was Luca of Dawn City who was almost executed by him. You see, we can even forgive our enemies. You have never done anything to regret us. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Liszt shook his head.

"The mismatch between money and status is a sin of nature. At least I can bribe the nobles in the inner city, and even become a noble... But here, I have no way to become a resident of the refuge, and I can't figure out your situation. I don't understand what you want to do sometimes. In any case, I just hope that you can give me a chance to use it when you need money."

Chu Guang couldn't help but say Yu.

"Why can't you change your thinking a little bit? The alliance is an alliance, we use our own rules, we are different from any survivor colony... Look at Bucky, he is almost not even a human being, it's different here every day Are you having a good time?"

Liszt said helplessly.

"He is a resident of Ideal City. Even when he does big things, someone will take care of him...and I can't see his face."

Chu Guang sighed and said.

"I have said many times that identity and alliance are not important. Even if he does not even recognize his father, as long as he recognizes us, we will unite with him."

Liszt said with a wry smile.

"I hope you will keep your promise as always... So, what do you want me to do for you when you come here this time?"

Seeing that Liszt had already guessed that he came with a purpose for this visit, Chu Guang stopped going around in circles, leaned back on his chair, and said happily.

"I'm going to invent something called a bond."

"What's that?"

"A financial tool that can not only solve our capital problem, but also solve the investment difficulty problem of the inner-city aristocrats."

Liszt coughed.

"If you are short of money, just tell me and I will lend it to you."

Chu Guang said with a smile.

"It's not that I'm short of money, it's the alliance that's short of money. It will always be short of money. We need a lot of chips here. How much can you lend me? One hundred million?"

Liszt said with a numb scalp.

"That... is indeed a bit difficult."

He didn't expect [the manager] to have such a big appetite.

Chu Guang spread his hands.

"Really? This is not a cake that one person can eat. We need a lot of chips to buy Boulder City's products and increase our market size. Now the pockets of the nobles in the inner city are just full of chips, so why not use those What about doing some profitable business with the money they can’t use temporarily?”

Liszt touched his chin with interest and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"This sounds interesting..."

Chu Guang smiled and continued talking step by step.

"We can provide 1-year and 10-year bonds. The total issuance amount is one billion and one billion respectively. The chips are purchased and the chips are redeemed. It is very fair, and the most important thing is safety! The coupon rates are 3 respectively. "

Liszt's eyes flickered slightly, and he was keenly aware of his intentions.

"This is equivalent to splitting the debt... Now not only banks can invest, but some large and medium-sized chambers of commerce and even individuals can also participate."

Chu Guang said with a smile.

"That's right! We even provide physical coupons and supporting electronic accounting services... People who hold our bonds can even buy and sell them freely on our Yiyi platform. In this way, even if someone is in a hurry to use money, they can still use it. When the debt is liquidated and sold, only a small handling fee is required.”

It's a pity, it seems that Liszt didn't see what his real intention was, but he just couldn't believe that he would not be at peace with it.

"Then why don't you go find Malvin?" After staring at Chu Guang for a while, Liszt couldn't help but ask, "I work in a factory, not this."

Chu Guang shook his head.

"Merl is an old fox. If he wants to take something from me, he will definitely not allow me to use the borrowed money to repay my previous debts. Starting from the loan of 200 million chips, our relationship with Boulder City Bank Each loan stipulates how the loan should be used, and the money must be deposited in an account at Boulder City Bank and subject to their supervision. "

After a pause, he continued.

"So I need two issuance channels to issue chips-denominated bonds. But I guarantee that the bonds issued by the two channels will have the same exercise. It's just that one is issued by the Alliance Central Bank itself, and the other is through the bank in Boulder City. Release."

"I regard you as one of my own, so I plan to let you be the distribution channel of the alliance."

Liszt looked at Chu Guang blankly, not expecting that he had told him all about "using borrowed money to repay previous debts".

After swallowing, he asked you cautiously.

"Are you...really planning to pay it back?"

Chu Guang gave him a strange look.

"If I don't plan to pay back the money, why would I put so much effort into it?"

Liszt was silent for a while and then said it bravely.

"I'll give it a try."

He must listen carefully to the alliance's opinions.

No way.

Who wants him to make his fortune from the alliance?

If it weren't for the Liszt Factory, he would never be a noble in the inner city. Let alone asking him to help make money, even if he was asked to help kill people, he would have to think of a way.

"Go try it!"

Chu Guang stood up from the sofa and walked to the door of the study. Suddenly he stopped, looked back at Liszt, smiled and encouraged him.

"Try your best to try. The alliance's business opportunities are all written in the newspapers. I will try my best to cooperate with you. Believe me, if this happens, both the alliance and Boulder City will thank you. If it doesn't work, It doesn’t matter, I’ll find someone else.”

Liszt said respectfully.

"I will do my best."

The study door is closed.

Listening to the footsteps walking away, Liszt leaned back on the chair and pressed his eyebrows with a headache.

The total issuance quota is one billion and one billion respectively...

Normal people would be scared away by this number, right?

The respected manager really gave him a difficult problem.

At this moment, Liszt's eyes suddenly fell on the black card on the table, and a sudden realization surged in his heart.

Zhong Zhen took the black card in his hand and started playing with it. Liszt's eyes became more and more excited and he muttered a few words softly.

"Maybe it's really not a problem..."

…

Just when Liszt ordered his men to pack their things and prepare to go back to Boulder City, something big or small happened in Boulder City.

"Daily Survivor", which had become popular throughout Boulder City a few days ago and almost caused House to start his own business, finally came out.

At this moment, the door of the newspaper office was sealed, and several guards standing in front of the door pushed and pushed away the idlers who were watching the excitement.

"Get away!"

"If you don't want to cause trouble for yourself, don't join in the fun!"

Hearing 㳔's stern tone, those who didn't want to offend Zi'er dispersed one after another.

Only one man didn't leave and couldn't help shouting.

"We are customers waiting for the publication... we are not here to join in the fun!"

He was the owner of the Walnut Tavern, the one next to the industrial area. His name was Don.

Usually, workers after get off work would come to his place to pick up cigarette butts and smoke them, while looking for literate people to read the free newspapers.

Although he doesn't like those poor people with sad faces, they are almost his only customers, and usually when they see them happy, they still can't help but buy a glass of beer or even a newspaper to take home as a souvenir. To commemorate.

Even for the sake of that glass of beer, he felt that he should say something for them.

After hearing this, the two guards looked at each other, laughed and kicked away the country bumpkin who appeared out of nowhere, and laughed at him as he rolled and crawled up from the ground.

"Go away!"

"There's no more of that!"

At the same time, the office upstairs.

When Hal heard about the decree issued by the city hall, his eyes darkened and he almost lost his breath. He stared at the guard who was reading out the order, wishing he could kill that man with his eyes.

The authority of the royal family is of no use here. The soldiers in Boulder City don't care about the prince in the desert. This thing can at most save him from being punched.

"Stop publication?! Why?" Hal roared with spittle flying around.

The guard looked at him sarcastically.

"The city hall thinks you are spreading false news, so why do you want to stop doing the right thing all day long?"

Hal's face turned red with anger. He held the copy of "Hua Hua Jie Zi" in his hand, his fingers kept shaking, and finally he could only choke out one sentence.

"But this is just a joke! It's not even the news you said!"

The content of the joke is probably that a guy wearing Deathclaw skins from head to toe is trying to prove to his friends that he is brave, so he brags that he peeled off the Deathclaws with his own hands.

But his friends didn't believe it, so in order to prove his bravery, he, who didn't dare to take a step towards the giant wall, could only throw himself on the prostitute. In the end, he was exposed by the unbreakable devil's thread that he was actually a mentally retarded person. …

This was originally a joke with two jokes, and even a brand name, but maybe his wording was too realistic, so that he accidentally offended a certain aristocratic grandfather who had actually done this.

The guard's answer really confirmed his suspicion.

"Yes, there was a certain inner-city resident who didn't think it was funny and was offended by it. Of course, you and I both know that he was definitely not the person in the joke and just kindly thought it was bad."

"What about the Workers' Daily? We haven't published news about wealthy people in it for a long time. It once helped an aristocratic lady find her lost cat!"

The guard asked you back.

"So why don't you continue to publish those things? You were quite good before and could help the gentlemen. But those serialized stories are too exaggerated. How can an awakened person with bare hands defeat a powered armor? Mercenaries buy The black card in the inner city is even more nonsense. What do you think of the identity given by the Lord of the City? I have never heard of any mercenary with such ability. Are you doing harm to others? "

Hal tried to argue.

“We can take this part out!”

"Mr. Du Long's opinion is that it is not possible."

"What about House? He's no better at talking nonsense than I am! If you've ever listened to his broadcast, you'll know that what I wrote is not even a bad joke!"

Hal blushed. The last thing he wanted to mention was that idiot who talked nonsense. Now he had to use him as an example.

When it comes to bragging, he is not one ten thousandth as good as that guy. At least he can't brag about the black stuff and the white stuff.

But the guard was indifferent to his explanation and said impatiently.

"He has a permit. By the way, he will need such a certificate in the future. I don't know the details. You can find out for yourself."

Hal looked at him pleadingly.

"Then I'll apply now! Please don't drive me away."

The guard shrugged impassively.

"This is your freedom. You have to pack up the things here first. We will seal this place tomorrow. Anything that is not taken away will be thrown away as garbage by default."

If this guy hadn't been the prince of the Lion Kingdom, he wouldn't have bothered to talk to this guy so much, he would just put the gun on him and be honest.

The guard said the last words, then turned around and walked away with all the brothers, leaving Hal standing there in despair.

He felt like a clown.

The alliance defeated the invincible legion, and he felt proud and proud for a long time. But on the day before the victory celebration, his six months of hard work was taken away by one sentence.

Looking at the employees who were afraid to speak, Hal, who was in a state of despair, slowly spoke.

"Do you understand... This feeling is like I put a flower in cow dung, but they want to compare themselves to cow dung. Is it possible that in their shallow understanding, only cow dung is left?"

"I just wrote a guy wearing death claws in the joke to entertain everyone. They said it was to offend the aristocratic grandfather in the inner city. Humans need to have their nails done, and horses also need to have their nails done, so humans are equal to horses? This What kind of nonsense logic is this?”

An employee whispered.

"...Indeed, the residents of the Alliance will also wear Deathclaw clothes, and they like you more than Mr. House."

Another slightly younger employee couldn't help but ask.

"This is obviously a misunderstanding... Can I appeal?"

The older editor shook his head.

"difficult."

Everyone fell into a long silence, and couldn't help but worry about the future. The two reporters looked at each other and couldn't help but look at each other and ask questions.

"Boss..."

"What should we do?"

Hal said with an annoyed look on his face.

"I don't know, don't ask me! You just watched the fun on the sidelines without saying a word to me, and now you're here to ask me what to do! How do I know what to do?"

He originally planned to write a column about the alliance's celebration and the recent series of drastic actions, and he rushed out of the plan for this purpose, but suddenly, such bad news came.

Looking at the helpless employees, Hal suddenly sighed as if all his strength had been drained from his body.

"...I will pay you your wages, and you can all go your own way from now on."

Perhaps, I am really not suitable for this industry.

All the employees showed reluctance.

The slightly older editor said it immediately.

"Can I settle with silver coins?"

Hal was stunned for a moment.

"Silver coins?"

Several people standing next to the old editor nodded in unison and spoke in low voices one after another.

"We used to be Mr. House's employees... we were fired by him because of disagreements. He will definitely not want us to go back."

"And I also wrote a chapter that mocked him..."

"We are going to try our luck in the Alliance. Isn't there also a "Daily Survivor" there? We should be needed."

"That's right! And now one chip can be exchanged for two silver coins. In Boulder City, one chip can't even buy a piece of bread!"

"The alliance is actually not good either..."

"I heard that you can buy a pound of corn for 0.9 silver coins there! The excess nutritional paste can even be used to feed pigs!"

Listening to the employees' chattering, Hal's originally depressed mood suddenly felt relieved for a moment.

The wasteland is so big, there are many places to go.

Speaking of which, his original purpose of opening this newspaper was actually just to find a job to support himself, and then to complete the test assigned to him and his brothers by his father - to bring something valuable from the wasteland. The treasure goes back.

But slowly, he became attached to this newspaper, so much so that he completely forgot about his father's instructions.

In fact, he felt more and more that it didn't matter if he didn't fight for the throne. It was just a burden. Drinking and writing poems were what he loved to do.

After he left, he didn't know how Mr. House would repay the alliance's celebration, but he had completely given up on this place and no longer cared.

Whatever.

Just a settlement.

He should be a cloud in the sky, write poems to those who are worthy, and sing to those who are worthy.

He said.

The "Daily Survivor" will be opened throughout the wasteland! His employees have not given up on this career, so how can he be dejected at this time?

"Then let's go together. It's safer if there are more people!"

Everyone looked at him in surprise.

Especially the old editor asked in disbelief.

"Are you planning to leave with us?"

"What are you talking about? I was not a survivor here. I said I came from a place shrouded in rays of light... Even though I gave up so easily, I did live up to the manager's expectations. I will sincerely He is so sorry."

Hal had a smile on his face, coughed slightly, and continued talking.

"If you like me as a boss, you can continue to follow me after joining the alliance... The survivors in the desert don't have their own newspaper yet. They should know what is published every day in this wasteland. We can go Let’s start again! Be bigger and stronger and create greater glory!”

"Although, people there are much poorer than here."

At this moment, Miss Dolly didn't know that she had been hired, and was energetically dragging Fang Chang around the streets of Dawn City, collecting materials for the celebration column that had been scrapped.

Avni from the Honey Badger Kingdom was sitting by the window of the embassy attic, sighing as she looked at the setting sun that was gradually setting her sights on her hometown. She was worried about whether the gift she was about to send could represent the feelings of the royal family and the people of the kingdom.

The mosquito that had infested the Xiaoyu brand community was once again stuck in the tin can that I made, and was accidentally photographed by a passing crow. It was ridiculed on the rumor forum. , it can be regarded as revenge for a long time ago.

Shao Laduzi took Maka Bazi and Boring Tiger Tiger to the lake for wild fishing. Commander Quan Shui and other brothers from the Storm Corps were in the lobby of the hotel in Jielu Town, facing the owner of the ramen restaurant Zhang Zhang who boasted that he would never be able to finish a thousand cups. While Hai took turns to drink wine, Lisa was on the sidelines and persuaded them to drink less. She wanted to find out about the pangolins, but was too embarrassed to speak.

Kuangfeng and Doomsday Lone Wolf went to Xizhou City to study the reactor again, while Ye Shi took his old sister Jiujiu to level up Claw Claws nearby.

Lao Bai and the female researcher from the college went to the East Forest of Qingquan City. She was very curious about the psychic interferometer there. Irena brought back a lot of magical ingredients from the desert, and she seemed to be thinking about the darkness in the world with tomatoes and scrambled eggs. Cuisine.

There is only one night left before the triumphal celebration.

Dawn City is as lively as ever.

Chu Guang, who had just come out of Liszt's house, did not return to the shelter. Instead, he went to the farmland east of the city, looking at the reclaimed land and thinking.

Seeing him staring into the distance for a long time, Lu Bei, who was following him, asked you in a low voice.

"Sir...is there anything over there?"

Chu Guang said casually.

"no."

Lu Bei scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

"I saw you were looking over there...I thought there was something wrong there."

"Well...there is indeed something wrong."

Chu Guang thought for a moment and then spoke.

"I'm thinking, I can't treat them badly."

Food security is a top priority and cannot be completely handed over to vassal countries. These cultivated lands are precious resources. Perhaps he should use part of the tax revenue to subsidize those who stay in the fields to dispel their concerns about next year's food prices. concerns.

Thinking about this, Chu Guang had another headache.

He didn't feel anything before, and a series of numbers came out with a wave of his hand.

And when the scale of the alliance increased, he immediately felt how difficult it was to maintain the smooth operation of a huge settlement.

There are so many places to spend money...

And one of his thoughts no longer just determines the jobs of a few people, but a group of families who are eagerly waiting for it.

If he makes a mistake, someone will starve.

Some methods work well when there are few people, but not so well when there are more people. How much is too much and how much is too little is too difficult to grasp.

Looking at the thoughtful manager beside him, Lu Bei hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Master Manager..."

Chu Guang looked at the young man beside him.

"What's up?"

Lu Bei looked at him seriously and said.

"I think you should take a proper rest... It's been three days since you came back from the front line, but you haven't had a day's rest."

Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry about me, kid. I know when to rest."

"...I just hope you can pay more attention to your body," Lu Bei whispered, "This is not my suggestion alone. I feel... everyone hopes so."

Seeing the young man's concerned eyes, Chu Guang smiled and nodded.

"I'll consider giving myself a few days off."

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(Can ten thousand words be counted as two chapters? T.T)