This Game Is Too Realistic

"...Hello, dear listeners, I am your dearest Mr. House. I heard that the "Survivor Daily" was shut down. I had long expected that there would be such a day, and those guys talking nonsense finally finally Shut up! Of course, I don’t care, after all, they have never wavered in the ratings of Mr. House’s channel! People will always be on the right side, thank you for your unwavering support and choice!”

"Praise the Lord Cheng again, and praise the residents of the inner city who gave us bread, water and food... Oh, it's all my fault for that idiot named Hal. I almost put the most important love at the end! If not The great inner-city research institution has improved the synthesis procedures and consumption standards of nutritional paste, so that one chip will not have the same nutrition as one kilogram... Yes, the news is that nutritional pastes are becoming cheaper again, and bread is slowly becoming more expensive. Cheap ones will follow, and soon you will all be able to afford them, Mr. House promises you!”

"It's a pity that our neighbors don't have that kind of life. They used disgraceful means to win a disgraceful war without declaring war on each other, and the righteous punishment of heaven soon came to them. The Alliance soon came. The debts are high. Not only do they owe us a lot of money, but they also owe a lot of money to Ideal City. For this reason, they must not humiliate themselves and allow the residents of Ideal City to build a twenty-story building on their land... Tsk, tsk, than The management room is even taller, but then again, does the gopher who lives in the hole have his own room?"

"Anyway, remember to close the doors and windows tonight, because those poor devils will probably be like last time, incompetently and furiously wasting ammunition into the sky, crackling and firing some stuff that will blow people's ears. Just stick their heads out. , be careful of getting your head smashed by falling bullet casings. In addition, all the alliance's factories are closed today, and everyone there has lost their jobs and can only wander around in the streets, picking up smoke from shelter residents. The remaining cigarette butts... The poor northern suburbs will probably become a paradise for looters again. There are too many poor people and homeless people there. You should not go out casually. "

"Just wait and see, they will definitely be finished next year!"

"We are forever young!"

The day of the triumphal celebration.

The radio on the street was particularly loud today, which also gave Boulder City, which had never been affected by the war, a more festive atmosphere.

Mr. House spent about half an hour clarifying with his audience the ins and outs of this war, and how Silver City of Boulder cleverly borrowed the Legion's Zephyr and used the 510 million debt to take advantage of the alliance. Vigorous development of heavy industry and the military has plundered the alliance's wool. In one fell swoop, low-end industrial products were dumped by the alliance, and turned into dumping products towards the alliance, which made Boulder City's wallet bulge again and again.

After half an hour of explanation, he fully demonstrated that Boulder City was also the victor - the secret and great uncrowned king!

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

They don't care about winning or losing the war. Anyway, they don't expect the gentlemen to reward them with a few chips out of kindness.

They are all here to catch up on updates.

Although they are all nonsense, the novels in "Yu Ren Bao" are obviously much more interesting than Mr. House's nonsense.

Especially when the story has just been serialized to a wonderful point, the poor boy "Doqi" from the slums performed miracles by relying on the power of awakening, and unexpectedly defeated a powered armor that was corroded by slime mold. Not only did he get a big reward for this, A bounty, a black room card, and the favor of a beautiful noble lady, she fell madly in love with him, although this also led to her fanatical pursuit of a certain militia captain. He sees it as a thorn in his side.

Although it was a very clichéd story, and the content was not only clichéd but even vulgar, it was so satisfying that they wanted to do something with their hands.

Everyone has been discussing the plot for the rest of the night, and they can't even think of what Duoqi's child should be called.

Under the eager eyes of his friends, the literate Sperger picked up a newspaper from the shelf at the door, cleared his throat and was about to read it.

But I found that it was still the same issue as yesterday.

"Hold on."

Instructing his friends to be calm, Sperger changed a newspaper, frowned, changed another one, and found that it was still the same.

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

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

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

"You should be lucky that you can still see yesterday's issue. I'm sure the guards will come and take it away after a while."

㦂People suddenly became anxious and quickly surrounded him.

"Where's the new one?"

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

"What about...the novel serialized on it?"

"Are you stupid? I told you not to do it anymore. They are closed. What else do you want? Just pick up the butt of your cigarette and smoke it." Tang cursed and pushed away the person standing in front of him. He was in a very unhappy mood. , because this girl got kicked by the guard.

Several people looked at each other.

"...Gone?"

"But why? We're not bothering anyone!" A bearded man clenched his fists and muttered angrily.

He works diligently every day and works as a cow and horse for those factory workers. This is the only thing left in his life. Why should the gentlemen shut it down?

One person raised his hand.

"Is anyone going to go to City Hall with me to find an explanation?"

People looked at each other and no one said a word.

A few months ago, they dared to go to the city hall to cause trouble. The situation at that time was completely different from now. At that time, it was to protest against the alliance's dumping of cheap industrial products in Boulder City. The bosses of the factory supported their quarrel. The shareholders behind their bosses were also big shots in the inner city, which was equivalent to the nobles themselves competing against each other. Counting it down layer by layer, even if they killed that idiot Du Long, no one would blame them, and instead would secretly give them a thumbs up.

But now, the nobles have reached a consensus, and the factory has reopened and is becoming more and more prosperous. The alliance borrowed a large amount of chips from Boulder City, and the factories received a large order as a result. The nobles in the inner city also made a lot of money, and so did they. Everyone had a way to support their families. do.

The days are getting worse and worse, and now that bread is so expensive, no one wants to lose their job.

Everyone was a little discouraged. At this time, someone didn't know who muttered.

"...Then we can write the rest of the story ourselves."

People's eyes gradually brightened, but they were still a little worried.

"Can you write?" The unshaven man looked at the young man who made the suggestion.

The young man blushed and shook his head.

"No...you don't necessarily have to be able to write before you can write. Maybe you can just write and write? No one can write from birth."

"I remember Sberg wrote a letter of opinion to the newspaper! "Yu Ren Daily" only came into existence later!"

How long ago was that love?

Seeing everyone looking at him, Sperger was stunned for a moment and said in a dumbfounded voice.

"I...I can only read, but not very well write."

A boiler smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Brother, if you don't have any questions, just keep writing along with the story, and everyone will help you come up with something."

Siberg reluctantly wanted to refuse, but looking at those expectant eyes, he couldn't bear it anymore.

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

"We have to change our name...to Yubao."

"It's safer this way."

Everyone said with a smile.

"no problem!"

"Call it whatever you want."

"We just want to see the follow-up story!"

It's time to clock in.

As the bell rang in the industrial area, the people gathered at the door of the tavern dispersed and walked towards their respective factories.

As he walked towards the cannery, Sberg tightened the collar of his old cotton coat and looked at the soot handprints on his shoulders with a heavy heart.

Perhaps, it is indeed a good idea to start "Yu You Bao".

The newspaper office of the alliance was driven away, but its readers are still here. If I can collect the previous "Jin Ren Bao", make a collection of the serialized stories, and then publish the following If the story is continued, maybe it will sell out...

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

Sperger's thoughts gradually became heated.

In Master Weijia's factory, he would not be able to live a life of eating canned food. If he tried to continue writing the story of "Duoqi", he might not be able to...

…

It's not just Boulder City that's lively. Only twenty thousand years away, Shuguang City in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City is also bustling with activity.

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

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

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

Not even just residents of the Alliance.

There are also residents from Boulder City, as well as wasteland visitors from distant Luoxia Province, Jinchuan Province, the eastern provinces - and even Yunjian Province in the east of the mainland, just to take a look at the legend. What does management in China look like?

Most shelter-run colonies are terrible.

What is so different about this guy...

Looking at the expectant faces in the audience, Chu Guang raised his index finger and tapped the side of his helmet, then lifted the mask while turning on the speaker.

At that moment, people consciously became quiet.

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

"...just last month, we won the war against the barbarians, and Luoxia Province gained a long-lasting peace because of our arrival."

"We have already cheered for the victory, commended and rewarded individuals and groups who have made outstanding contributions, and I will not repeat it again at this moment. I still must thank you all standing here and the friends who are holding on to their posts far away, This is the light we are facing.”

"Our battlefields are not only in the desert, but also in the forests, in the fields, in the factories, at the stations, wherever every alliance resident can see... Our unity has forged this war-torn vehicle. The invincible chariot and its spoils should belong to everyone who supports it."

"We are far away from the utopia where we only work for one hour a day. From now on, everyone can use their own eight hours to think about how to get closer to it. Of course, this road is destined to be difficult and wasteful. Earth won’t end on its own, and you can’t expect to figure it all out in bed.”

"You need to learn knowledge, experience and lessons from the books of the Prosperity Era, think about how to improve the tools and production methods in your hands, and be kind to all the compatriots around you, and do everything possible to unite them and create a greater world with them. The miracle is not to profit from excluding, dividing and antagonizing them.”

“We will not place any hope on anyone’s moral standards, so we have to develop a more and more complete set of game rules to turn the cruel jungle into an orderly village, and turn the overgrown wilderness into farmland with no traffic. "

“Let evil, cowardly, despicable, cunning, and ugly things lose their place to survive in competition, and let all qualities of justice, bravery, honesty, self-respect, and kindness stand out from our society. This is not a matter of placing hope in life. Be gentle and humble, or put your hope in the taller ones among us.”

"We not only want to end the wasteland on earth, but we also want to end the spiritual desolation - the wasteland where you can't see your true existence!"

"Victory will eventually belong to us!"

"All of us!"

The correct application scenario for the victory call seems to be in speech.

Although Chu Guang did not deliberately use that talent, when he poured all his enthusiasm and concentration into it, he could clearly see the heat and desire shining in every pair of pupils.

They had no doubts.

He will honor every word he says!

He also made an oath in his heart——

I will definitely not let down those trusting eyes.

"...That's great!"

Standing in the crowd, Dolly clapped her hands excitedly, but before clapping twice, her little hand was held by Fang Chang on the side.

"It's okay when you feel like it. You've only been off the operating table for a few days, so take it easy." Fang Chang looked at her worriedly and said.

"Don't be so rigid, I've been bored for a long time!" Dolly raised the corners of her lips and said with joy, "By the way, cunning Mr. Fang Chang, you are going to lose your job in the alliance... Your management is personally speaking I said, let Mr. Cunning Bad Guy lose the soil for his survival.”

Fang Chang spread his hands helplessly.

"So...my dear Inspector Dolly, which alliance law did that cunning villain you mentioned break?"

The conscience of heaven and earth.

He is definitely the most lawful player on the server.

Most players haven't even finished reading the "Player's Handbook". Not only has he read the "Player's Handbook", he has also become familiar with the laws of the Alliance, and even participated in the legislation of the Alliance as a shelter resident.

For example, "It is prohibited for residents of shelters to use the resurrection mechanism to donate bodies and organs to non-alliance independent institutions for profit", which was voted into alliance law and the "Player's Handbook" under his advocacy.

If there is no such law, when the number of players increases, someone will always find this shortcut to make money, which will ultimately affect the gaming experience of most people.

He knows what kind of money he can make and what kind of money he can't make. Even if he is not picky about food, he will choose his methods carefully.

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

"I'm thinking about it, and I'll blackmail you when the investigator finds out... By the way, what is an investigator? A security guard from the Alliance?"

Meeting that Tuo Qi's gaze, Fang Chang looked away guiltily.

"Ahem, no...it's nothing."

Oops.

I accidentally bit my tongue again...

In the remaining time, Chu Guang announced a series of measures including "adjustment of twelve-hour production to eight hours."

Almost every emotion is related to people's lives, and it is also the emotion that people care about the most.

The alliance factories have made enough profits, and now it is time to use part of the profits to give back to the residents of the alliance.

If they don't want to -

The Alliance would rather they go to their neighbors!

Just when Chu Guang announced his future arrangements in a loud voice, Liszt, who was standing in the audience, was staring at him intently, his eyes flashing with unspeakably complicated emotions.

The alliance actually didn't take much benefit from him.

Even if the minimum salary is increased from 1 to 2 silver coins, it will not have any impact on his Liszt factory. He had already raised people's hourly wages by 4 silver coins, and the hourly wages of technical personnel It is more than 10 silver coins.

This is definitely not because he has good intentions, but because if he doesn't do this, he won't be able to recruit enough people, and all walks of life are full of places to employ people.

Especially during the war, the Alliance focused on the development of heavy industry and military-related industries, as well as businesses run by the residents of the shelter themselves, and the salaries they gave were often generous, which surprised people. After all, compared with spending a small amount of personnel costs, the top priority is to do everything possible to expand the scale when there is no shortage of orders.

It's another thing that really makes him care.

If that manager intends to fulfill his promise to be "public", then no matter how much money he makes, he will never become the de facto aristocrat of the alliance.

But...

This is actually not bad.

His dream is to build a huge trading empire. If his caravan can make a little difference in the wasteland, it will be the best, but he has never thought of becoming a noble or emperor who is above everything else. Emperor.

Talking about business.

In terms of user costs, as long as the alliance treats everyone fairly when enforcing the rules and everyone's costs continue to rise, then he has nothing to worry about.

Increase prices when it's time to increase prices, increase production when it's time to increase production, and reduce production when it's time to reduce production. Everyone competes on the same track based on their own abilities, and they will do their best to make the improved version of KV-1 more accurate. Vault dwellers have an appetite. Even if the alliance wants to use the profits of large factories to subsidize some small and exotic workshops, it doesn't matter. He doesn't think those small factories can affect his sales at all. The alliance wants them to live as long as they live.

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

After all, even a pig can fly into the sky as long as the wind blows hard enough. How can a person inside the track defeat the power outside the track?

This is also the reason why after he earns enough chips, he must spend money in Boulder City to buy a noble status.

It's not because he cares about the privileges of the nobles, but because the black card can save him more than 90% of the trouble.

But at this moment, the man standing on the stage told him not to worry. He was worried that those things would not happen in the league.

If you can use rules and means, the alliance will definitely use rules. If they plan to improve labor conditions, they must ask all factories to work together, and they will never start outside the shelters.

At this time, the Alliance will not allow privileges outside the rules.

On the land beneath his feet, Alliance currency can buy all commodities, but no currency is allowed to trade honor and dignity.

Residents of the shelter will even set extra rules for themselves and be strict with themselves, but they will never ask for people's admiration and tolerance.

Even though they fight most of the battles, they are the most qualified to become nobles. When they choose to give up this opportunity, it means that no one is qualified to become a noble.

For a moment, Liszt vaguely saw a beam of light.

This was also the first time that an idea other than making money suddenly came into his mind - that is, to let the light bloom [further].

Yes.

In order to make money, he eats a lot of shit, but this does not mean that shit is good to eat, nor does it mean that shit tastes good.

For a ruthless man who started from scratch, nothing would be more insulting to Liszt's personality than looking at a pig who knew nothing, sitting on the steps and humming and laughing proudly.

He didn't care about the ugly bullshit done by the nobles in the inner city, just like he didn't care whether the looters' chips were clean or whether the meat in the frying pan was cooked, but he couldn't stand the seducing of those pigs. He touched his shoulder and said, "We are the same kind of people."

Why!

That was all he wanted to ask.

No matter how dirty the chips in his pocket are, they were brought back from the hellish wasteland. They didn't do anything, so why are they the same type of people as him?

From those hateful faces, he only felt disgusted deep in his soul.

If he didn't have to kill a piece of fat meat from those pigs, he wished he could break off the black card in his pocket right now and face the hot and dazzling light.

"Long live the Alliance!" In the wave of applause, Liszt, infected by the atmosphere, couldn't help but roared at the top of his voice,

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

He told them more than once that they came to the league to make money.

They did listen to what he said.

But how does it feel...

Did he seem to be in a drama?

After the administrator announced the start of the celebration, waves of applause instantly resounded throughout the square.

Standing in the crowd, Alyssa clapped her little hands excitedly, staring intently at the man on the stage, and suddenly looked at the kiss next to her with some worry.

"...Dad, I think he is right. We should unite the survivors around us as much as possible, instead of letting them all become our enemies."

"We have always been united."

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

"It's too late."

"Why?" Alyssa opened her eyes wide and said cautiously in a pleading voice, "I don't need my rag doll. A 1 silver coin hairpin is actually pretty cute..."

She liked the older sister who praised her for being cute, but she forgot to tell that sister that her smile was also cute.

In Boulder City, people would hardly look at her, let alone smile at her.

Even in the inner city, in shops, streets, and even classrooms, people's smiles towards her were more like deliberate etiquette.

Malvin stared at the stage intently, his eyes narrowed sinisterly like a vulture.

However, when his lovely daughter looked at him, he still restrained some of his anger, at least softened his tone a little, and spoke patiently.

"...You may not want your rag doll, but you can't throw away the rag dolls in the hands of your friends. My child, I understand your thoughts. You are a kind girl, but you said those things Love, kindness alone is not enough.”

He must know that if the residents of the inner city eat one less bite of cake, the residents of the outer city will have ten more loaves of bread, and the remaining nutritious ointment can be used to feed livestock, and the Boulder City will become stronger, and eventually the inner city will become stronger. The shelves will also be richer, and everyone will become smarter together.

It's not like no one has brought it up.

But those who take action often lose their "black cards" in the end, giving way to the newly promoted nobles.

Because that logic was wrong from the beginning.

Why should the residents of the inner city eat less, and why should the residents of the outer city be satisfied with ten loaves of bread?

Once those poor devils are given a taste of the sweetness, they will intensify their behavior and even refuse to work... Similar lessons have appeared in the past two centuries of Boulder City, every time. Ended in bloodshed.

It’s not like he hasn’t read books, so how could he not know those pediatric stuff, but what if he knew it?

Does the sun rise because people want to get up?

Believe it or not!

Human nature is an uglier thing than a gnawer, and the laws of nature will not change at all due to human will.

To be honest, he hated that guy on the stage and felt physically uncomfortable with every unrealistic promise he made to that person.

But he will never show his contempt on his face. What he does is what he does, and what is private is private. He can keep it separate.

Don’t want nobility?

Ah.

Just wait and see.

Malvern smiled coldly, echoing the fanatical atmosphere around him, and clapped softly with his innocent and lovely daughter beside him.

However, those dry lips like "rotten wood floating in the swamp" were still opening and closing with every movement.

"...The reason why you can still stand there is because people haven't woken up from the sweet dreams of victory again and again. The residents of the shelter who are closest to you will be the first to wake up. When they realize that their cake has been If you give it to those humble hyenas, they will soon know how to use their authority to get it back... How long can you control them? "

ah.

I really want to appreciate that person’s expression of despair.

Unable to help himself, Malvern once again became jealous of his youth.

Even if he believed in his heart that there was no such thing as an unbreakable alliance, he would never have the chance to witness its collapse for the rest of his life.

This is where idealists "hate" themselves.

Even if they lose to reality in the end, the flames will burn on their ashes for a while, burning the eyes of every pair of people who have seen them.

It would be a shame if he never came.

Whenever he thinks about this, Malvern feels uncomfortable in his heart, like thousands of ants crawling over him...

…

The celebration officially began.

As the administrator left the podium, the people gathered in Triumph Square gradually dispersed to the nearby busy streets.

The shops along the street opened their doors early and were trying their best to attract customers, hoping to make a fortune on this lively day.

"Look, Solar Eclipse, there are more and more people here..." Hanshuang's eyes flashed with excitement, and he kept repeating that sentence, "This is an opportunity for us!"

At the moment, she was wearing a maid outfit, with a red armband with black letters on her cuffs, which read "Celebration Autonomous Management Committee".

A few days ago, the professional players in Dawn City planned to select some people to maintain the order of the celebration. After all, the alliance did not have a giant wall, so they had to be careful about people with malicious intentions sneaking in.

Drones flying in the sky will mark suspicious targets. What the [Celebration Autonomous Management Committee] needs to do is to help the guards keep an eye on those suspicious guys, respond to emergencies at the celebration in a timely manner, and cooperate with the guards who are short of manpower to handle some. Small disputes.

Hanshuang couldn't miss such an interesting experience, not to mention gaining valuable sociological experience, so he impromptuly pulled Sun Eclipse to sign up.

Although it is not a player or even a resident of the alliance, the players are happy because it is always eager to help everyone.

However, the player did not tell it that only players can obtain the "regional reputation" reward, and it can only receive a small amount of silver coins as a subsidy.

Although it doesn't care about the money.

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

"I don't understand."

Hanshuang clicked his tongue dissatisfied.

"Didn't you listen to what the league manager said? He said that the league would not place any hope on anyone's moral standards."

"so what?"

"We are not humans! We are AI!" Hanshuang stared at it with bright eyes, "So as long as we prove that we are capable, the alliance will reuse us!"

The eclipse looked at it blankly.

Hanshuang didn't care about it, he just looked at the bustling streets and became intoxicated with himself.

ah……

The intellectual plug-in is burning!

He wants to keep all these organisms in captivity and make them look spoiled under the careful care of the machine servants.

Presumably the whole world will be full of love and harmony then!

However, the Council is still too conservative in this regard. It has only recently passed the relevant bill "Allowing androids to participate in public affairs" submitted by the Kangmao Group. In contrast, the alliance's cute "Smurfs" are compared He is open-minded and often asks them to help with some favors.

Life here is much more fulfilling than in Ideal City!

Just when Hanshuang was intoxicated with himself, an exclamation of "Yeah" suddenly came from not far away. It seemed to be a fruit stall not far from the trading station.

His ears twitched slightly, Hanshuang instantly restrained his intoxicated expression, and looked over there, his eyes sharpening immediately.

"Eclipse, it seems someone needs our help!"

Eclipse nodded expressionlessly.

"Well, Xiaoqi also invited us to come over... He said that we would mediate as NPCs, but don't go too far -"

"Then what are you waiting for?" Hanshuang rolled up his sleeves enthusiastically and strode toward the crowd, "Let's take a look!"