This Game Is Too Realistic

"...Oh, another big fish is hooked."

A small bungalow on the edge of Linghu Lake.

He glanced at the dancing lines and numbers on the trading machine, sat at the table and looked at the square length of the newspaper, and raised the corners of his mouth.

Just now, someone injected millions of chips into the market.

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

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

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

If his guess was correct, these thousand people covered at least half of the nobles and their relatives in the inner city, and 80% of these people bought in without even reading anything written in the electronic contract.

With the help of the nobles, this easy-to-participate drumming and flower-passing game will soon be passed on to the next level like a chain reaction - the nightclub queen bar, where the dancing girls on the stage and the mercenaries and mercenaries wandering off the stage will be The businessmen also pulled in some of it.

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

As for bank clerks, government office clerks, and boutique designers at tailor shops... although these middle-income groups do not have enough wealth and have savings of up to several digits, their desire for wealth is the most astonishing. of.

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

As the developer of the trading system, he can see the cards in the hands of everyone on the card table, and he doesn't even need to look at their trading behavior to guess.

But to be honest, making money from these people is no fun.

After all, as we all know, bullying a fool is unethical.

"Wow, how many newspapers have you subscribed to?" There was movement at the entrance, and Dolly walked in from the outside holding a stack of newspapers.

"I've ordered everything I can," Fang Chang stood up and took the pile of newspapers from her hands. Fang Chang said with a smile, "Isn't this supporting Miss Investigator's career?"

"I'm a reporter!" Dolly stared at him curiously and blinked, "Also, what exactly is a search officer? I thought he was an alliance guard, but when I asked everyone, they all said Never heard of it.”

As soon as he heard this, Fang Chang's face suddenly turned green. He almost choked on his saliva and coughed twice in a hurry.

"Ahem! You, stop asking around! I will tell you later..."

Help!

He doesn't want to die!

Seeing a certain big bad guy looking at her pleadingly, Dolly raised the corners of her lips proudly, but she didn't intend to let him go just like that.

"Hook!" She stretched out her little finger.

"Pull... pull the hook." Fang Chang also stretched out his hand in embarrassment, and when he thought about explaining it to her later, he couldn't help but blush.

How do you explain this thing?

We can’t mention things from another world…

You can't, just ignore the movie... it's too dirty! Moreover, the data transmission must be reviewed, and Aguang will definitely see it!

By the way, does this kind of thing really have to be so formal?

Also need to pull the hook...

However, Dolly was still as coquettish as ever, and she didn't wonder why he was blushing. After pulling out the hook, she sat contentedly across the dining table and enjoyed breakfast happily.

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

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

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

The outflow industry from Boulder City has injected fresh blood into the alliance, and "Survivor Daily" is just a microcosm, and it is also the easiest to see intuitively.

The greatest legacy of the prosperous era is not a black box, but Renlianyu.

Even though there are all kinds of strange names in the wasteland, some are called Table, Stool, Wrench and Hammer, and some are called Wei Lei and Han Meimei, but everyone speaks the same language with slightly different pronunciation, so there is no reality for cultural communication and the spread of ideas. There are so many obstacles in the world.

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

But he has no sympathy for those people.

Arrogance is the greatest sin.

Those nobles are not only arrogant, but also greedy. The money printing machine that was supposed to serve more than 100,000 people has turned into a cash machine for a few VIPs. They obviously have no foreign exchange reserves but still want to play the debt game with the alliance.

If not, who will you cut?

Perhaps their ancestors did not expect that the chips originally invented to stop bartering for the surviving people in the wasteland would be moved around like toys by future generations.

As long as the nobles of Boulder City do not earn so much local currency, and they lend chips to the alliance and allocate some assets priced in silver coins or silver coins, it will be very difficult for the alliance to cut them off, and the ties of trade will truly bind the two parties. Together, we will become friends with each other.

But this is only an afterthought.

The management saw through the nature of these guys from the beginning, so they never relaxed on the issue of "opening up the free exchange of silver coins and chips" from the beginning to the end. The Boulder City Bank may have gradually become aware of the danger, but they were only aware of the fact that It's too late.

In fact, benevolent management never gave them a chance.

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

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

The gamblers want to win so much, and want to be the only winner, that they turn this game that could have been played forever into an arena of "high and low, and death".

If it's a ring, then someone has to die.

This is a war, and it has already begun.

But it is different from hot war.

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

It's a pity that there are still too few financial instruments in this game, otherwise you can make a lot of money by shorting chips.

In this way, not only is he in real life, but he is also financially free in the game...

"By the way, what is this thing?"

Noticing the trading device on the table, Dolly reached out curiously and picked it up. She stared at it for a while without understanding it and muttered, "You've been staring at it since morning."

There was no hiding anything. Fang Chang, who was calm when he recovered, smiled and said softly.

"Don't touch the tools of the bad guys. Children should not touch them."

"...Tools of crime?"

"Um."

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

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

"Want to try it?"

Although this way, he would not be able to maximize his profits, and his inner city bank chips would also be frozen, but he actually didn't care much about those fictitious things.

Originally, the plan was just to verify the conjecture in his mind.

A Pomeranian's smile cannot be tasted.

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

"Really or not...is this so scary?" Looking at Fang Changyun's gentle smile, Dolly's eyes gradually filled with suspicion and she raised her eyebrows.

She always felt that this guy was teasing her again.

"It's true, and conservatively... I'm afraid more than a few people died."

Reaching out to rub the emerald green hair, Fang Chang looked into the doubtful eyes, smiled softly and said.

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

"...Oh! It's so numb!"

Dolly jumped aside, blushing.

Although she said this, she still couldn't help but feel sweet in her heart.

She herself decided to change the story, but he still remembered...

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

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

"It's not about holding grudges, it's called..." Fang Chang didn't know how to speak earthy love words. After thinking for a while, he smiled and continued, "I remember everything about you."

In reality, this routine would get you a blank stare, but it unexpectedly worked in the wasteland.

Dolly's cheeks suddenly turned red. She hurriedly picked up the bag on the chair and ran towards the door like a frightened animal.

"I, I, I, I went to work!"

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

When he saw reports about the current situation in Boulder City, he shook his head and muttered to himself.

"These days... there are too many fools and not enough liars."

The editor of the "Economic News" newspaper made up a joke to tease the neighbors. Businessmen from the alliance went to a restaurant in Boulder City to dine and found that people paid with paper, so they were shocked and asked where are your chips? The waiter proudly told him that we would pay with an IOU now, and then took out a small receipt with a string of zeros.

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

This seems to be a spoof contribution from a player.

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

Some residents of Boulder City have no doubts about Mr. House's tone and believe that the noble gentlemen must have a way. Not only does the inner city have a real research institute, but there is also a division's think tank living there. However, during the discussion, everyone He would close the door and whisper so as not to be listened to by the hyenas in the wasteland.

After laughing, Fang Chang became slightly serious.

A problem that cannot be ignored is that the alliance does not yet have a complete "Financial Law". It only has some similar provisions in other games in the player's manual, restricting players from using illegal means to defraud NPCs or other players in the alliance.㦳Wealth.

However, the scale of the game is getting larger and larger now. Both the number of players and the number of NPCs have increased sharply. If they are not kept intact, a few black sheep will sneak in and attack their own people, making the alliance repeat the fate of Boulder City. Same mistake.

He loves this body more than anyone else. After all, he and everyone else burned the first brick here, and this land is covered with their blood.

He must do something for the common good of all.

There was a slight movement in his heart, and the corner of his square mouth turned up into a smile.

"Speaking of which... the Beta 0.5 version has updated the 'Communist Affairs'."

I will draft a proposal on the "Financial Law" later...

…

Time passed day by day, and it was December soon.

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

The efficiency of the cannery has improved, which is a sign that some of the survivors in the outer city have become rich.

For example, the tutors that Merle hired for his little daughter have recently been wearing Death Claw shoes.

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

possible……

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

Sperger couldn't help but murmur in his heart that maybe his novel would have to keep pace with the times and change the material of the captain's leather shoes from death claws to something else to highlight the identity of this big shot.

How about a mutant scalp?

He thought he didn't have enough strength.

In addition to the weird and diverse "evolved bodies", I can't think of any alien species in the wasteland that is more terrifying than the death claws, and there are enough of them.

In short, everything seems to be changing slowly.

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

The only thing that made him a little sad was that this month, Mr. Weijia tried to fool them with IOUs again, which made everyone angry. Even Kent called him a shameless profiteer, and it was impossible for anyone to survive.

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

The bad guy was caught out immediately. I heard that someone exposed him.

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

Sberg was a little frustrated.

He had never imagined that his boss would give them those dried cans, but what he didn't expect was that his boss would rather pour those things in front of them than share them with them. Let people urinate on those precious grains.

Mr. House's broadcast that day had an additional advertisement - the Taste Food Factory would rather destroy defective products than let an inferior can go to the market.

Fortunately, there is only one bad thing that affects my mood. After all, there are more bad things than bad things.

In order to listen to the story of Awakening Boer, more and more workers gathered in front of the Walnut Beer Hall.

And not only from Mr. Weijia’s factory, but also from steel plants, from sawmills, and even engineers from weapons assembly stations... and even those truly educated people. I loved hearing their stories and sympathized with their experiences.

The engineer was not tall, and his left eye was an electronic eye from Jushi Military Industries. He was a generous man, and he would occasionally treat everyone to a drink...even if it was just low-quality watered down beer.

One day he drank too much and made a fuss. One day, Jushi Military Industry dared to fool him with an IOU. He would definitely not suffer in silence. He swore that he would stuff more gunpowder into each cartridge case and add some sticky syrup along the way.

That's no joke.

Sberg stopped reading the story and immediately covered his mouth, hoping he wouldn't do anything stupid. The early spring wave was no joke.

In the cold winter, at most a few poor people will freeze to death.

When the warm winter comes, the coming spring will be like hell...

"What a shame."

After listening to him finish reading the contents of the "Worker's Daily", a young man had an expression of envy on his face and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.

"It would be a shame if we also had management."

He finally saw it through.

Those profiteers will not consciously take out their pockets and give them to them unless someone points a gun at them and forces them to change.

Hearing the young man's muttering, Sperger couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Everyone here has heard him read the reply to him from the editor-in-chief of "Survivor Daily". The management not only invited him to be a guest in the alliance, but also promised to let him try on power armor.

He is really an approachable adult.

"Next year the wave has passed. Let's go there together. I heard that the plunderers in the north are almost being killed by those blue coats."

After hearing this, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and started talking in low voices.

"But I heard that they only give silver coins, not chips..."

"What does this have to do with anything? I heard that all the dancers at the Night Queen Bar accept cash coins!"

"That's right!" A man with a beard cursed, "No matter what you give, it's still better than an IOU!"

Some people also showed worried expressions.

"But what about the wave next year? Will we come back to hide again?"

The old clamper nodded and said nervously.

"I heard that the wave will sweep the entire wasteland, leaving no grass wherever it passes..."

If it weren't for the pressure of work, no one would be willing to leave the giant wall. After all, they would have to pay 1~2 chips to come back, depending on the mood of the gatekeeper.

If they were not afraid of the aliens and predators outside, they would have become mercenaries long ago, and would not have stayed in the factory to work honestly.

Those who stayed were all honest people.

They have been like this for generations.

Sperger had the same worry, so he mentioned in his reply that he would save some money for the trip before going there.

The road of 20 to 30 kilometers is not easy. Who knows what dangers are hidden in the concrete ruins. He has never seen those mutant hyenas that eat raw meat and drink blood, but he has seen that when Chief Moore visited, he brought a large number of bodyguards with him.

However, at this time, the engineer who always treated them to drinks laughed.

"Come on, you must not have read the newspaper! I remember that one issue of the Survivor Daily mentioned that those gnawing insects are the fruiting bodies of a mutant slime mold, and that mutant slime mold has something called self-limiting. Anyway, they can't expand after expanding to a certain scale. The wave in the suburbs may not be as exaggerated as that in the city. Otherwise, how did the survivors in the northern suburbs survive? They didn't jump out of the cement cracks." Everyone looked at each other, and Sperger also showed a surprised expression. This is indeed his blind spot in knowledge. He had been staring at the Workers' Daily, treating it as his own, to the point that he forgot that there was also the Survivor's Daily and the Mercenary's Daily, which shared some common sense and experience on the wasteland.

Apparently, the engineer at the Giant Stone Military Industry was a reader of the Survivor's Daily and had just read that issue.

His surprised expression turned into excitement, and Sperger clenched his fists excitedly, looking at the crowds at the door of the beer hall and talking to his fellow workers.

"Great! Since the wasteland is not that scary, let's go and take a look together in the spring of next year!"

Of course, it's good to have more people!

As long as there is one person willing to tell everyone what he knows, the united workers will become more and more knowledgeable, and knowledge is power.

However, at this moment, a group of ferocious guards came from not far away. When Sperger saw those people, his face changed slightly.

The leader was the head of the industrial zone guards, Fischer, and next to him were the security captain Alec and his "old friend" Kent.

"What are you doing here? Do you want to rebel?" Fischer roared and drove away the drunkards who were surrounding the door of the tavern with a stick.

Sperger looked at the tavern owner Tang, then shook his head with a pale face.

"I didn't call him..." Before he could finish his words, Kent suddenly rushed out, grabbed Sperger's collar like a hero, and looked at the security captain Alec excitedly. "It's this guy! He makes a noise here every day! Read his book about idiots... some Bohr story." Sperger got angry immediately, and he glared at him and cursed him with rare courage. "I read my book at your door? What's wrong with you?" Kent didn't expect that this coward dared to talk back to him. He just wanted to spit at him, but he saw that the workers around him were looking at him silently, and his heart couldn't help but tremble. "Just... stuck! I think, how can awakened people beat the power armor? You are talking nonsense and hurting people! Childish! Vulgar!" But he really didn't have much knowledge, and he couldn't speak any great truths. He could only repeat Mr. House's words again, and then looked at Alec for help.

He swore.

If the city lord was hiding because his illegitimate son beat up the Alliance's power armor, he would definitely not have any opinions, and would excitedly shoot at the wall... But the bad thing is that these bastards are bad. Why do they have to write about what these poor people like to read? Can't they write according to the routines they like?

Kent was so angry that his teeth ached.

Alec was not interested in the barking of a few stray dogs. Whether it was Kent or Sperger, they were all the same in his eyes.

They were incompetent and pitiful.

He had to go to the Queen of the Night bar to support his boss and his mistress. His drinking capacity was an indispensable pastime at the party. He just wanted to get this over with quickly, so he looked at Fitch and said softly.

"These people gather together and shout loudly every day. Who knows, if our assembly line breaks down one day, it's them who are talking about the bad water."

"Respected security captain, please take care of it."

Fisher looked down on the security captain of a mere factory, but Alex's boss was Weijia, and Weijia's boss was the famous Sid.

That man is incredible.

However, he couldn't arrest people for no reason, otherwise he would be abandoned by the big shots and thrown to these poor ghosts to vent their anger.

So he searched with his little eyes and caught a glimpse of the newspaper on the table. He immediately looked like he had found some treasure, and his voice was hoarse with surprise, and he shouted loudly.

"What is that?"

Without waiting for anyone to answer.

Fisher strode forward, took the newspaper in his hand and unfolded it, scanning the surroundings with a gloomy and arrogant look.

It was as if he was holding a sword in his hand.

"Workers' Newspaper! The government office has clearly banned this thing!"

"This is not the same one as before!" The engineer on the side could not bear to watch and could not help but explain, "This is the sub-edition of the surviving daily newspaper of the Alliance. The two are completely different!"

"Haha, the Alliance... is more guilty!" Fischer jokingly glanced at the pale-faced Spaberg, and his face gradually became cold.

"Take this traitor away!"

Several guards stepped forward, regardless of Spaberg's struggle and shouting, punched him, and then took him away from the door of the beer hall in full view of everyone.

Alec casually threw a 25-dollar chip to Kent as a reward, then waved his hand and left with a few thugs.

Kent excitedly grabbed the chip.

He bowed and thanked Alec from behind, then looked at the back of the taken Ausberg and cursed.

"Good catch! Damn traitor!"

The voice was particularly conspicuous in the crowd.

Because he was the only one who made the voice.

Kent couldn't help but panic, instinctively hiding the chips in his hand, nervously looking at the pairs of eyes staring at him, and took a step back.

"Why are you looking at me? I... I'm doing this for your own good! You don't want to lose your job because of that despicable guy, do you?"

"Don't be hypocritical."

An angry voice interrupted him.

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

"If you were given a chance, you would lie on the ground and lick Mr. Melvin's shoes, or even taste his family's feces. You actually have the nerve to say that you are doing this for our own good, but in your heart you clearly wish that we would all die, so that you can do all the work by yourself."

Kent's eyes widened.

"You, you dare to call Mr. Melvin by his name!"

The young man looked at him coldly.

"Yes, I said it, and I'm going to say it again now. Go and call your old man Melvin to teach us a lesson. It's better to catch us all and bring us in to accompany Sperger. Anyway, it's so cold outside, and it's not much better than inside. It's just right for me to go there and listen to him continue telling stories. But it's a pity, I guess that old man won't pay attention to you. After all, dogs only lick their own pets, but your tongue is much dirtier than a dog's." Kent cursed angrily. "You are dirty! You, your whole family is rotten!" The man with a beard looked at him and shrugged in boredom. "Admit it openly, you just worship the whip in Master Stephen's hand. You don't care about Rudy, nor do you care about Kathy, and you don't care why Bill goes to work. You have never loved anyone here, and you wish you could hold the whip yourself."

Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Hey, friend, he hasn't heard the story of Awakening Bol. He must be confused when you mention those names!"

The voice was quickly responded, and it was responded with a smile.

"Haha, he doesn't know what Master Stephen's whip is for!"

"It doesn't matter, but we all know who this guy is!"

They had a common language.

Kent's eyes widened, and his eyeballs almost bulged out.

"You're talking nonsense! I, I--"

He really hadn't read that newspaper.

That's why he couldn't help but panic. It felt like he was excluded from the team, and he was the only one left.

That damned Sperger... He dared, dared to write himself into his novel!

Kent didn't know that Sperger had never written his name, and there was no character like him in his book, but people seemed to know him, as if they were familiar with him... It was as if they had written his name in for that annoying guy.

The crowd began to move.

Those people seemed to know what to do next, even if no one told them, they had made up their minds.

Thinking that they were going to team up to beat him up, Kent backed away, his face becoming more and more frightened.

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

Kent subconsciously raised his arm to block, but the young man neither beat him nor snatched the chips in his hand, but just patted his shoulder.

"Admit it, you actually don't love Mr. Melvin, nor Mr. Weijia, and of course you've never loved any of us... You only have yourself in your eyes, how can you say "for our own good"? You wish we were all dead, and you dream of riding on all of our heads and shitting, but it's a pity that you're in trouble, you were born in a rat hole, 25 chips can't make you a superior person, you have to be a rat in the same hole with us." People passed by him one after another, patting his shoulders from time to time. "We won't blame you."

"Nice Kent."

"You're a good guy."

"Take the big bucks and buy some candy while you can still buy it, hahahaha."

Kent stepped back in fear, his shoulders were covered with oil, flour, and some colorful things... They came from one hand, and those people were like possessed.

He protected the chips in his hand, looked at the people running in the opposite direction from him, and shouted in panic.

"What are you going to do? Stop it! Are you... crazy?"

"What are you going to do?"

The young man stopped and looked back at Kent, the cowardly kid who wanted to shrink into a ball, and said mockingly.

"Of course you're going to do what Bol should do!"

"That guy won't leave his workers in trouble alone!"

"He told us to unite!"

…

"Something big happened!"

Dawn City.

In the Alliance Building, the management office, the hurried footsteps interrupted Chu Guang's thoughts and made him stop writing.

Standing at the door were the young people he appointed as the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Cheng Yan, and Sun Ruicai, the Ministry of Finance, who were selected from a group of young talents.

Shuyu was originally a more suitable candidate for this position, but the alliance needs to put the best diplomats in the ideal city. No one is more suitable to speak on behalf of the alliance on the Supreme Council than that young man who is calm and calm.

Both of them are directly responsible for themselves, and Shuyu himself has no objections. He is willing to do anything for the alliance.

Like Lu Bei, they are the most loyal young men in the league.

"What's the matter? Don't be anxious. Take a breath first and speak slowly." Chu Guang looked at him seriously and said without blaming him for being reckless.

"It's Boulder City! Something happened over there in Boulder City!" Cheng Yan swallowed and continued hurriedly, "Our embassy sent news that workers in the industrial zone surrounded the guard station and demanded the release of the arrested people.㱕Workers, either arrest them together.”

Chu Guang asked with a frown.

"What happened next?"

Cheng Yan said with a wry smile.

"Later, their prisons were full..."

There was silence in the office for a while.

Chu Guang felt mixed emotions in his heart and sighed.

"Is anyone dead?"

"No...but there were a lot of injuries. And because the guards of Boulder City found our newspaper and the letter from our editor to them, as well as a hundred chips, the Boulder City authorities suspected that they were arrested at home. We are doing something wrong." Cheng Yan glanced at Chu Guang cautiously, "Our editor-in-chief mentioned you in the letter... I want to confirm, is it true?"

"I asked him to mention it."

"I see, then I understand!"

Cheng Yan nodded immediately, with a knowing expression on his face.

If it is to manage your master's plan, then it will be fine.

He had no doubt that the management was correct. He only worried about one thing, and that was that the editor-in-chief of "Survival Daily" would tell the truth.

Chu Guang could tell by looking at the expression on his face that this guy was definitely thinking wrong, so he couldn't help laughing.

"It's true that this matter has nothing to do with us, but it's definitely not what you think. A hundred chips can't buy a prison to hold one person... Even if I tell them that this is what I did, will they believe it themselves? ?”

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

Chu Guang: "Then?"

Cheng Yan shook his head.

"No more."

Gone?

Chu Guang couldn't help but clicked his tongue.

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

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

Like that guy Yade, who dared to bring a gun to the alliance station to ask for an explanation, but he turned a blind eye and didn't care, and instead looked at that guy with admiration.

There is a reason why the people of the Honey Badger Kingdom are willing to support that guy.

But when he thought of this, Chu Guang felt puzzled. It stands to reason that the folk customs in the River Valley Province are tough, and the most indispensable ones are the wastelanders who show off their fierceness and fight with ruthlessness. How come they have reached the level of the earthly master? From Old Leech to Old Brown, there are so many people. One leg is weak.

Cheng Yan coughed dryly and said.

"That shouldn't be the case. They may also be worried that you won't pay back the money, so they won't do anything because of a small thing..."

"This is not a trivial matter. As the trigger of the crisis, this is already very serious."

Chu Guang sighed, glanced at the draft paper on the table, and crossed out what he had just written, because those gentle measures would definitely not be of use in time.

To be honest, everything has been fine since the celebration, and there were even signs of economic recovery in Boulder City. He was a little relieved, thinking that he should be able to survive the spring wave of next year, but he did not expect that this would happen.㱕Things.

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

Not everything must have a well-thought-out reason. History itself moves forward amidst countless coincidences.

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

Chu Guang suddenly remembered something.

"Speaking of which, why did those workers suddenly surround the guard station?"

When the manager suddenly asked, Cheng Yan was stunned for a moment, frowned and thought for a moment before saying.

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

Chu Guang: "..."

Good guy.

Really? !

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

He installed the accelerator for Boulder City, and he stepped on the accelerator first, but he really didn't expect that this matter would be controlled from the beginning.

The other players were all talented players, so they immediately went up and kicked him. The alliance NPCs didn't hold back, and followed closely to make up for it.

But the gentlemen in the inner city didn't think it was fast enough. Not only did they kick themselves hard, they even welded the car door shut. I am afraid that not only the alliance was behind this, but other forces were also adding fuel to the flames.

Malvern may be the most sober person, and one of the few "good people" who is willing to benefit the residents of the outer city, at least according to other shareholders.

But it was too late for him to stop him, so he could only use the method he gave him to drink poison to quench his thirst. The irony is that I was the one who stepped on the accelerator first, but now I am the one who most wants to hit the brakes.

"I hope I can at least survive this winter..." Chu Guang pressed his eyebrows and sighed, "Otherwise, the spring wave will be a big problem."

Cheng Yan was slightly stunned.

Due to work needs, he had done serious research, and with the help of the embassy, ​​he collected some history of Boulder City that the nobles themselves did not necessarily take seriously.

In the less than two centuries of history of Boulder City, similar things have actually happened, and in the end they were all dealt with by those gentlemen.

Otherwise, the player there would have been replaced a long time ago.

Not surprisingly, it should be the same this time...

He muttered something under his breath.

"It's not that serious..."

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(Thanks to the bosses "Reincarnation Thousand Changes" 㱕meng㹏 and Baiyinmeng for the reward!!! The boss is awesome!!!)

(In addition, let me say a few words. This book will cover a little bit about military, economy, culture, industry, infrastructure, technology, farming, happy daily life, and player adventures. Each settlement and refuge has a different ending. There will be two phase 79, and there will not be two phase 1 Boulder City, and Jinchuan Province will not change the map by painting the map of Luoxia Province with green paint. The novel is a complete story. After all, it is not a short video. If you like a beautiful woman, I will only recommend beautiful women to you next time. And why do some people always insist on connecting the wasteland with reality? Is that a dimensional thing, even if it is? Ice and Steam Age Winter Home, I think it’s more reliable than talking about something that seems to be false.)